Cont.

Ramirez fired off another several rounds at the approaching horde, dropping a few. The torrent of AK rounds ripped into the grenadier, killing him. The radio was going wild but Jennifer was too busy firing to answer. She jerked the trigger, click. Empty. She discarded the M-16 and drew her M-9. Smoke surrounded her, she couldn't see a thing. Several tall images emerged from the smoke, their AKs gleaming in the sun. Jennifer jerked the trigger repeatedly, putting lead downrange at the group of men. There were a few grunts and screams. There was a click. Jennifer ejected the empty magazine and slid in a new one. She continued to fire. The mob kept back slightly, until one gutsy officer emerged. He strode toward her like a wolf stalking its prey. Jennifer raised the gun and jerked the trigger. Click. Click. A fist slammed into her jaw and everything went black.

Jennifer Ramirez: POW
Brian Shujumi: KIA
Ralph Diego: KIA
Raj Singh: KIA
Bill Fontaine: POW

US Army Firebase Phoenix
3 hours later
Captain Andrew Malone

Captain Malone stood tall and imposing, a good 6 feet, 3 inches. He had dark brown hair kept short, but not quite in a crew cut. He was very muscular, and looked dangerous yet friendly at the same time. When he smiled it looked like a bare of teeth or a welcoming grin, depending on who he smiled at. "Come on boys. Lynch has a job for us." The other rangers hopped up and followed him outside. They were all using call signs at the moment, the SAW gunner, Grizzly. The sniper, Hawkeye. The grenadier, Fury. The demolitionist, werewolf. And Finally, Captain Andrew "Ghost" Malone. They stepped into General Lynch's office. "Sir, reporting for orders." They all saluted robotically. "At ease rangers. A recon squad just went missing a few hours ago. I managed to call of the Fuel Air Bombing in hopes that they're still alive. Those GLA bastards ambushed 'em, we need you to go in and find them, if they're not alive, report back and watch the fireworks. Colonel Mitchell will brief you further." He stepped aside so the colonel could brief the men. An hour later they were ready to go. Malone slung his M-4 with foregrip and red dot and climbed aboard the UH-60. The others hopped in quickly too, nodding to the door gunners. Malone slammed the door shut and the chopper slowly lifted up and into the air. It roared low and fast across the ground.

A few hours later.
The chopper gently touched down. The doors slid open and the rangers leapt out. Ramirez motioned for them to pan out and search the area. They slowly crept toward the base, carefully sneaking past guards and gun towers. Malone paused, examining a shell casing. "It's 9mm. same round as a Beretta M-9." He reported. The team looked around, examining the blood trails and shell casings. Hawkeye examined some blood and drag marks on the sand. "They took them over there," he said, pointing at a small prison like building. "There must be survivors. I'll call it in." began grizzly, reaching for his headset. "hold it, we don't know they're alive, besides. We need to maintain radio silence if possible. Let's check it out. First, Hawkeye, take the towers down." The sniper nodded and moved off. Werewolf moved ahead to scout for guards. He reported back a moment later. "Ghost, the last guys in here managed to take down their AA defenses, brass won't hold off the strike much longer if they know that." Ghost nodded. "Then brass won't find out, will they? Because, we never saw the wreckage until we began Exfil. Hooah?" "Hooah." Hawkeye tapped Ghost Malone on the shoulder. He pointed at the now seemingly vacant towers. Malone grinned and pointed at the prison. The team moved forward silently, hawkeye paused to shoot down a guard. The team stacked up by the door and affixed a breaching charge. 3…2…1.

BOOM!