Day 1.

Two streets over from Hunter-Two Actual.

Her first day in actual combat didn't go exactly as Genève expected, she had expected the squad to be assigned to some kind of Paracommando work as that's what they were trained in. Instead they found them selves assigned to a meat grinder. The main orders being, they want that town. You have to stop them getting it. That why she was here, watching men raining from the skies.

Paratroopers were everywhere, if you looked up you might even get a boot in your face for your troubles.

Raising her rifle, the standard issue F2000 Genève fired a five round burst into an unfortunate paratrooper that had the bad luck to land in her line of sight. Looking out at the sky she watched as wave after wave of enemy aircraft flew over.

"Where the hell did they get so many planes?" She shouted at the nearest American. "And how the hell did they get here so fast?"

The American, some poor random trooper looked utterly confused at having German shouted at him, before turning back to the war and putting as much distance between him and her she he could.

The Sergeant turned speaking in English

"Ice, stop scaring the Americans. We need something for the enemy to shoot at."

Holding back a chuckle the rest of the section continued down the road before someone shouted "Enemy incoming!"

Diving behind cover Genève looked down the road at a large formation of enemy troops moving down it towards them, flanked by a BTR. Swearing under her breath she unhooked a grenade from her webbing before pulling the pin and throwing it in the rough direction of the enemy.

Looking around she watched the rest of the infantry section move in behind cover, she also noticed some local soldiers who had been too slow to react, lying sprawled on the road the life gone from their eyes.

Turning back she raised her rifle aiming down its uniquely shaped red dot scope. Sighting her first target she pulled the trigger sending a burst of rounds in his direction, switching her target as she saw him fall. As she killed she began to count.

"Eins, Zwei, Drie, Veir, Fünf" she as cut off by the Sergeant

"Corporal will you shut up and just get it done!" He spat into the microphone of his headset.

Grunting she 'shut up' and unloaded the last of her clip into another man, the empty clack her warning to duck. Pulling the clip out she really wished the thing had a 'fall free' magazine, instead it had one you actually had to pull out before slotting the next in. Slamming the fresh clip in she mentally noted her reserves of ammunition before carrying on, the squad had enough to keep up this rate of fire for only another thirty minutes.

"Spear, we need to get out of here. Those BTRs are taking a hand!" She shouted at the sergeant

Nodding he said something into his mic quickly, watching as the Americans fell back to the cover of alleys and started heading back the way they had come.

"Ok, fall back one block at a time. We fight them house to house, where those damn BTRs can't follow us." He ordered.

Falling back the squad quickly gained the cover of the first house by kicking the door in, moving to the back door he looked around before bolting it and sliding a fridge across it as a barricade. Before turning and saying

"Ok screw the last order, we stand here. They are already around us; let's just hope reinforcements get here soon"

Walking over away from the door he watched as the other four of his squad went about turning the place into something defendable, moving further away he pressed a hand to his commlink hoping to get a connection.

"This is Blade-One requesting support, we are cut off and need reinforcements and ammunition…"

The rest of what he said was lost to Genève as she moved a particularly heavy sofa across a doorway, what did they put in these things, lead bricks?