"Alright everyone let's hope they didn't hear that." Lt. Carls said.
"Let's hope so!" A gear from Sigma 14 said.
"Everyone keep quiet, out of sight, and watch for snipers." Lt. Carls ordered.
"Okay, Lieutenant. Just so ya know I'm Captain Lemora." A COG soldier said with the scout class helmet.
"Control, what exactly should we be looking for?" Lt. Carls asked Dan over the radio. "Anything suspicious." Dan replied. "Wilco, Omega 17 lead out." Lt. Carls said. Omega 17 and Sigma 14 advanced.
There were about eleven locust drone corpses on the ground. "Wonder what happened here." Private Brock said.
"Just keep your eyes peeled." Charlie said.
"Don't move!" Yelled a man. Three stranded men aimed at them with Gnasher shotguns. "Give us yer weapons or else!" The stranded said.
"Calm down!" Lt. Carls said. "No way you COG piece of shit!" The stranded said.
"Ahhh!" The stranded screamed while being pulled away by a wretch. The wretch started ripping the stranded apart and more wretches joined in and started ripping the stranded apart.
"They got Pete! Run man run!" The other stranded said while running away. Both of the stranded ran away while the wretches ripped apart Pete.
"Whoo hoo action!" Private Brock yelled while shooting his lancer in the air.
"Private get back here!" Lt. Carls yelled. Private Brock couldn't hear him over his lancer firing.
"That's an order, Private!" Lt. Carls yelled. Brock still didn't hear Lieutenant Carls.
Brock pulled out his Gnasher shotgun and blew away seven wretches each with one shot. "Whoo hoo!" Private Brock yelled. A locust sniper started roaring.
"Private! Get your ass back here!" Lt. Carls demanded.
The Locust Sniper started to aim and fired at Private Brock. "What?" Private Brock yelled. "Ooofh!" Private Brock yelled while getting hit by the sniper bullet in the torso.
"Man down!" Captain Lemora yelled out. Charlie and Johnson ran to get Private Brock.
"Ch-Cha-Charlie? Am I gonna make it?" Private Brock said weakly.
"Johnson, cover me!" Charlie said.
"Already on it, bro!" Johnson replied. Charlie grunted while picking Brock up. Johnson shot the locust sniper's head off.
The locust sniper yelled something that sounded like "Ooooooh" while its blood quickly rushed out of its neck.
"Charlie! Shotgun!" Johnson yelled to Charlie. Charlie took his shotgun off his back and threw it to Johnson. Johnson caught it and blew two locust drones into bits. Charlie carried Brock back to Lt. Carls position and started working on Brock.
"Your gonna make it, Brock!" Charlie said.
"It hurts, Charlie. It hurts so much." Private Brock said weakly. Johnson put the gnasher shotgun on the ground and switched to his Longshot. Johnson loaded his sniper with a custom bullet that he called an Impact Bullet. Johnson aimed and shot one locust in a group of five. All five of the locust exploded.
"Back in your hole, bitches!" Johnson yelled. The remaining locust retreated. "Brock's okay! Charlie yelled.
"Thanks man." Private Brock said weakly. Johnson shot a retreating locust's head off.
"Take it! That's what you get for running!" Johnson yelled. As the two squads moved forward they came to two separate paths.
"We'll take the left." Lt. Carls said.
"Good luck, we're going on the right." Captain Lemora said.
Omega 17 proceeded on the left road and Sigma 14 on the right road.
