All around me are familiar faces…

"LOCUST!" Every member in Echo headed for cover as they grabbed their Lancers from their back, "What did I tell you, things were going to go to hell the second the second we all met up." A male screeched through the comm links as the squad fired at the grubs.

"Clear that grub hole!" The leader yelled as he took the head off a drone, "Get a frag down there!" The corporal frowned as she held out her pistol knocking out whatever enemy she could, if there was one thing she learned from this damn enemy it was that the sons of bitches were smarter than they led on. She nearly had her head taken out earlier in the day just trying to glance down the scope of her Longshot, luckily Carmine managed to kill the son of a bitch who missed his first shot.

"Frag out!" Clay yelled as he ran up to the grub hole before chucking the grenade in the center of it and taking cover. Seconds later the explosive went off shaking the ground beneath them as it collapsed in itself. "Hole cleared!" Snub pistol still in hand the sniper couldn't help but groan at their situation, they (COG) had been at war with these damn locust for fifteen years now…and if their little underground civilization had anything to say about them- it was that the damned grubs had a lot more people on their end than the COG did to this day. "Boomer!" Gold eyes shot over to the large beast before a frown played on the snipers lips, fifteen years we have been at this war…maybe if we weren't so damn fixated on killing each other during the seventy-nine damn years before E-day- maybe we would have been a little more prepared for this.

"Jones, do you see any vantage points." Back under cover and reloading the sniper slammed her pointer finger down on the comm.

"That better be a rhetorical question." She snapped before jumping out of cover to knock out the guard that was two barricades in front of her. Emptying out her pistol the specialist ducked back down into cover as she reloaded and looked over at her comrades. Carmine, she never did learn his rank, was chucking another grenade in the grub hole that just opened up. Pratt was kneeling around his cover blasting the enemy with their own Hammerburst he had picked up earlier in the day after running out of Lancer ammo. The private from Hotel-squad they had found earlier was reloading his own lancer, before stepping out of cover to run up to another; finally Staff Sergeant Longmire had just emptied his own clip and ducked down into cover before reloading the Lancer before slamming his own pointer finger into the comm link glaring straight at her.

"Then what good are you down here?" Specialist Jones merely smirked as she peered out of cover before mowing down the two grubs in front of her. Kneeling back down to reload the snipers grin deepened before she shot up and took the head off of the grub the Sergeant was shooting at before returning to the grubs that were attempting to take her own life.

"Common misunderstanding sarge. But just because one is a specialist in sniping does not mean they must snipe with a sniper. It simply means that we have a hell of a lot better accuracy than the rest of you." She didn't have to be looking at the sergeant to know he was seething, because of that she mentally congratulated herself. "I would think someone of your rank, would know that." With that she was out of cover taking out the last two grubs before reloading and standing straight up.

"That was one hell of a bunch, wasn't it?" Private Gonzalez spoke up as she went around in search for more longshot and Lancer ammo a couple steps away from Carmine. "To think that these things have been living down here all this time and we had no idea… what do you think caused them to come up?"

"Beats me," Pratt replied as the female chucked him some Hammerburst Ammo, "They couldn't have picked a better time if they are going for world domination." He finished as the specialist stripped what little ammo was left in the snub she found lying on the ground, "While we were losing those 30510 battle hardened gears they were biding their time."

"What if they had all of this planned out? The imulsion, the war."

"That would be giving them too much credit." Jones mumbled as Carmine nodded to her right, "I mean I am not saying that they are completely stupid, or anything but I don't think they could have planned all of this out. Why bother with us 'ground walkers' when they seem to have everything they could possibly need down here?" With that she snapped her pistol to her belt before crossing her arms, "If you ask me something drove them to the higher grounds," Before she could finish the Sergeant chose to speak up.

"Shut your yaps we have grounds to map and cover." The Specialist rolled her eyes as he stomped over to her, "And next time I tell you to find a vantage point, do it." Casually she glanced down at his finger that was poking her breast plate armor, "Got it, Specialist."

"We will just have to wait and see to find out, now wont we?" The Sergeant retracted his finger as she roughly stepped forward in order to get into his face before storming off past her slamming his shoulder into her own. "Oooh, real mature Sarge."

"Once we get back to high ground consider your days numbered." Ignoring the look that Pratt was giving her the female threw her arms in the air overdramatically.

"Oh no, prison. Whatever shall I do."

"That would be a reward, I'll be looking to getting you back in the farms." The other members of the party shot their attention to the specialist as she crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Good luck there, last I checked once you were marked Barren you were of no use to them." With that all communication seized, Longmire took point with Carmine, Gonzalez and Pratt in center while she covered their six. They continued down the unknown grounds for what seemed like hours, Jones was busying herself wondering where her brothers could be. Last she had heard Jimmy had just enlisted and Jordan was finishing up his last years in school…with no interest in joining the COG. She hadn't heard from her father since his letters stopped coming in when she was young and the Pendulum wars were still going on, and she made an effort to avoid her mother at all costs every time she was at Jacinto.

"Hey, Jones." The tan skinned woman glanced up arching a brow at the red heads sudden conversation. A slight tilt of the head gave him the okay to continue on, "You alright?" At that she recoiled back, was it completely unnatural for her to just sit down and think sometimes.

"Peachy? Why?" To say she was confused would be an understatement, from what she could recall she had given him no reason to worry about her. The Sergeant and her always were cutting at the others throat whenever they had the chance, that was nothing out of normal aside from him taking a blow below the belt and mentioning her time in the farms there was nothing to worry 'em. The red head nudged slightly to the other two who had stolen a glance back whenever they could before lowering his voice to a whisper.

"Had the private worried, Carmine as well. Normally any talk to any female about the farms is a definite no go, especially those who came from there." At that Jones threw her hand to her chest and put on the most 'appreciative' looking expression she could muster while trying not to chuckle.

"Aww, I'm flattered you weren't worried at all?" The red head expression darkened, letting out an overdramatic sigh the brunette threw her arms over the back of her head. "Fine, I'm serious though. What's the point of staying pissed off at every man or COG member you meet – especially if you join the COG yourself, over shit they had nothing to do with. Call it forgiveness or ignorance; I just simply don't hold you accountable for the deeds that were done there." She shrugged, "Plus, I have a promise to keep."

"A promise, eh?" Jones nailed the COG in the shoulder before cracking up laughing alongside him, earning glances from the three men in front of them. "Alight, alright. I'll go tell 'em your fine. But if you need anyone to talk to-"

"You will be right there. I know that red, we have only known each other since High School." With that he scurried up to the others leaving Jones behind with her thoughts. A smirk slowly spread across her features as she watched the three of them interacted with one another, the second Longmire glanced back the smirk flipped to a sly grin.