6:00am Base Camp Echo
Captain (formerly Sargent) Cassidy Lorraine was awake at 6:00am. It was dark in the tent, that her and the rest of her team shared. It was her and 5 others, and that is what is left of Team Tango. Feeling her way in the dark, she grabbed her black elastic band and tied up her dirty ginger hair into a ponytail. Barely audible groans and bed sheets rustling, in the darkness of the tent alerted her to, at least, some of her team waking up. She arose from her hard green bed and put on her gear, which consisted of some grey-green combat trousers and a form-fitting grey t-shirt as well a pair of black combat boots. While she was tying up her laces, gunfire started, waking everyone up in a panic; Everyone scrambled to get changed and armed in case of attack. Being the highest rank she was in charge. Muffled screams came into the tent shortly followed by gunshots. The screams stopped.
One. . . two. . .three. . .
3 gunshots, so that meant at least 3 bodies. She picked up a black 9mm pistol, took off the safety, loaded a bullet into the chamber; and using hand signals the rest of the team followed her out of the tent armed with pistols.
Bang,
One shot fired,
Bang,
Two shots fired,
Pain;
She looked around to see blood on her torso and on her right shoulder. She looked for her , two, three, four. . . and five? Her head spun in the direction of the shots. And five. Her teammate was held with a gun to her temple.