"Red-2, we have a problem. Remember those damn guys that said they were maintanence? Well, they stole a tank and 4 suits. They're shooting innocent targets around the city. I hear they haven't made it far, but that Flakmann's hella fast. We'd better deploy. Tell the other 2 to suit up. We've got some bastard-removal to do."
Me and my squad had placed barriers donated by the unarmed police that had arrived. Dodging another array of junk and trash thrown by the onlookers, we shooed the crowd back while our Milita Cougar dealt with the tank. Although this wasn't a very big incident, it had the potential to get big. Very big.
The tank came around the corner of the bank, and Red-1 followed. It continued to approach our position, then suddenly
The tank came around the corner of the bank, and Red-1 followed. It continued to approach our position, then suddenly
After I gained conciousness enough to notice that a fuel truck had been ripped to shreads, I awakened my team as best I could. Red-3 didn't wake up, though.
"Red 4 and 5, you guys have to keep these bastards buisy while I call in for reinforcements.
"Red 4 and 5, you guys have to keep these bastards buisy while I call in for reinforcements.
"All Militia and... other forces in the area. Be advised. Six stolen GH Local Refit Mad Cats have just entered the area, along with a few tanks, and even more stolen battle suits."
"Master Admiral Johnson-This is hell!"
"Master Admiral Johnson-This is hell!"
Not bad, Mike.
"Private Brandt, I have good and bad news. Those Mad Cats are razor-edge close to your position. The good news... a few Crayven 'mechs have just deployed, and are en route to intercept the 'mechs. As for the crowd... don't let them die..."
"Private Brandt, I have good and bad news. Those Mad Cats are razor-edge close to your position. The good news... a few Crayven 'mechs have just deployed, and are en route to intercept the 'mechs. As for the crowd... don't let them die..."
After the quick conversation with the man in the Cougar, I re-contacted Master Admiral Johnson.
"This is Brandt to Master Admiral. Do you read?"
"You're a bit fuzzy, but go ahead."
"This is Brandt to Master Admiral. Do you read?"
"You're a bit fuzzy, but go ahead."
After watching the "squad" (if you will) of 'mechs move towards a group of hostiles, the 3 of us stared around blankly at the damaged buildings, cars stalled, and still quite a bit of rioting of in the next intersection. We decided it would be best to seek Red-3.
We arrived at his body, which was half-curbed.
"Red-3! Wake up! Red-3!"
We arrived at his body, which was half-curbed.
"Red-3! Wake up! Red-3!"