Hill sat in the middle of an armored truck. It was driving through the Western sector of Stalingrad. He kept his weapon at the ready. There had been an increase of enemy activity in this sector. "Hey, Hill." A soldier right next to him said. He was chewing tobacco. "You think any of those slavs will give us trouble." Slavs was the nickname for the rebels. Well, since many of them used to be slaves, it was appropriate.

"If they do," Hill said, patting his rifle. "We'll give them something to think about."

"Ya," The other soldier said. His name was Vincent. He looked out at the city, through a bullet proof glass. "You know, serge, I hate seeing it like this. It was once beautiful and serene. Now, it is a desolate kill zone." He turned to look at him. "I used to live here, before the slavs came." He spit on the ground. "Ugly things the lot of them. We should have killed them the day they came into this world. It would have saved us all this trouble. Why some humans want to help them is my guess? The Russians, especially."

"You know those rich bureaucrats wouldn't have done that." Hill said. "It gave them more servants to do their lives for them."

"Those rich bastards can kiss my arse." Vincent said. He spat at the ground again. Hill personally didn't like chewing tobacco. He thought it was disgusting, especially when it was all over the ground. Just then, a loud explosion rocked the truck. Vincent laughed. "Stupid slavs. They couldn't hit the broad side of a barn." Suddenly, the truck flipped in the air. Hill and his comrades in arms tumbled inside. The truck stopped abruptly on its side. "What the hell was that?"' Vincent said, while rubbing his head.

"That's karma coming to bite you in the but." Another soldier spat at him.

"Oh, shut your mouth, Mick." Vincent shot back at him. "Or, I'll shut it for you."

"Ooh, I'm trembling." Mick said, before laughing shortly. His laughing was interrupted by a series of coughs.

"Are you okay, Mick?" Hill said.

Mick nodded. "Ya, just got the wind knocked out of me." He then went over to back doors of the truck and opened them. Gunfire and artillery were pouring down on the convoy. He looked back. "Come on guys, we can't just sit here." The other soldiers nodded and they proceeded out. Hill was among the last to get out of the truck. "Keep your heads low and follow me. They could be anywhere." The soldiers did as he said and continued on.

As they went through a small alleyway between two buildings, they heard something buzzing. They looked up to see large, insect creatures. They were the size of someone's head. They had short compact bodies, with two front claws. It had a stinger at the end of its short body. They were silver in color. "Sand flies." Someone cried out, as the insects descended upon them. People started firing up at them. Hill joined in.

Just then, he heard some kind of snarling sound. He looked toward the side the alley. His eyes widened. A pack of Velociraptors were grouped at the entrance. "Look alive, we go company." He yelled. The lead Velociraptor shrieked and charged. The others followed it. The closest soldier to them was quickly ripped to shreds. The Americans lowered their weapons and shot at the raptors. It kept them at bay, but the Sand flies above were not finished with them yet. One flew up to a soldier and slit his throat. The soldier reached for his throat in a vain attempt to stop the wound. He fell backwards, accidently firing into the person in front of him. The raptors used this to press their advantage, taking another man down.

"Get back." Mick shouted. "Back to the convoy. We'll find some cover there." The soldiers hurried out of the alleyway and back into the convoy. Gun fire still streamed down upon it, but they ran into a secure spot, in the open side of a building. One of the raptors followed outside, but was quickly killed. Hill heard some hissing and growling, before the raptors ran off. "Come on boys, we need to meet up with the rest of the convoy." The Americans started off again.

It didn't take them long, before they came to another group of soldiers. "Good to see some friendly faces." The colonel said.

Mick nodded. "I return the complements. So, have you heard anything about any support being sent up here?"

The colonel scowled. "No. None that I know of. I've been calling ever since this fire fight broke out. They won't answer. We're going to have to do this ourselves." He turned his backs to them and gazed at the city. "Now, we're going to have to clear some of these bunkers for our troops. We can't move anything forward with this heavy fighting, so we'll split up. Try to connect with as many of our troops as possible along the way. Now, move out." He started forward.

Mick moved in front of his troops. "You heard him, forward."

"Damn good thing too." Vincent said, before spitting out another piece of tobacco. The troops started out, hunching down. They stayed close to the side of the building, so as too not attract enemy fire.

A window crashed right next to a soldier, as a bullet pierced his skull. The soldiers quickly hunkered down. Hill pulled the pin off his grenade and threw it into the building. He heard something screech as the grenade exploded. "Keep going." He yelled. The soldiers continued. He peered through the window, just to make sure there weren't any more in there. He saw a bloody trail, but nothing else. 'Must have crawled away.' He thought, before continuing on.

Mick and his soldiers watched as the colonel led his soldiers through an open, exposed street between two buildings. As soon as they got out, they were fired upon on three sides. Not a single one of them made it to the other side. "Go inside the buildings." He hollered back at his troops. They nodded and then flowed inside the buildings.

Veeks looked through the window, with his rifle at the ready. He was average height for a Night Elf. He looked behind him to see the draenei hovering over a wounded Kra. "I can hear them coming in." He called back.

"What should we do?" Hershia said. "Korx is too weak to travel."

"Then, we're going to have to leave him." Veeks said.

"No." Hershia said, shaking her head. "I'm not leaving anyone. Don't you ever tell me to do that again."

"I'm sorry, Hershia, but that's what we have to do." Veeks said. He walked over to her and grabbed her arm.

Hershia pulled out of his grip. "No. I told you before I'm not leaving him." She sat down beside Korx and put his head onto her lap. She started enchanting and started healing him.

Veeks scowled. "Suit yourself." He made his way to the back entrance. He then looked back at them for a moment and sighed. He went back to the window.

Korx looked up at Hershia. "You don't have to stay. Give me a weapon. I can hold them off for a while. I'm not worth your life."

Hershia put a hand on his head. "Don't talk like that. No one's going to die. We're going to get through this." She gave out a short laugh. "This is going to be some campfire story when this is all over." Korx laughed as well. Just then, Veeks fired. Someone dropped to the ground. He let out another burst, dropping someone else. Then, a bullet hit him square in the face, throwing him backwards. Hershia shrieked in fright. American soldiers rushed into the room. They kept their weapons pointed at them. Hershia raised her arms. "Don't shoot." She said in the human tongue. People of the Liberation army usually knew more than one language. It helped when dealing with many different cultures. "We're unarmed, harmless."

One of them laughed. "Harmless." He said. "There isn't a harmless one amongst you bunch. You're all scum filled, vermin who love to destroy. We're just the exterminators." He raised his weapon to eye level.

"Stop, Vincent." Another soldier said, coming into the room. "They're our prisoners."

Vincent lowered his weapon. "Ah, Mick, you ruin all the fun." He went over to the pair. He looked her up to bottom. The way he looked at her, unnerved Hershia. "Well, maybe I can still have some." He yanked her up from the ground. She struggled but he kept a firm hold on her. Korx caught his leg in his jaws. Vincent yelled in pain, as he let go of her. He pulled out of his grip and hit him on the side of the head with the butt of his rifle. The soldiers had their weapons armed and ready to fire at him.

Hershia quickly knelt down and covered herself over him. "Please, don't hurt him." She said.

"Lower your weapons." Mick said. The soldiers did as he said.

Vincent looked at him. "Are you nuts? He just bit me." He said, keeping his weapon ready. "I won't be able to walk right."

"I said weapons down." Mick said. "Now, listen to orders. We're taking them prisoner, whether you like it or not."

Vincent scowled and then he limped out the doorway. A few of the soldiers walked up to them. They motioned for them to go. Hershia stood up and helped Korx up as well. They walked out of the building.

Hill looked out the window for a second, to make sure no enemy soldiers were nearby. He looked back to see Vincent limping over to him. "What happened to you?"

Vincent sent a glare at him. "None of your business." He said. The other soldiers came out, escorting two prisoners: a young female draenei and a wounded Kra.

Mick came out of the doorway. He looked at him. "Keep an eye on them." He said. "I don't want them escaping. They might have a few things to tell us." He nodded.