In his head, Rick Flag was trying to work out a plan. He could follow orders and head back to the extraction point, which would be the logical choice. But doing so would mean he might have to kill the entire Squad to keep them from escaping. And if things went south, as he suspected, he would need all the help he could get.
Then again, getting in a fight might be worse. The Kasnians easily outgunned his own men, and while the Squad could provide a distraction or covering fire, he couldn't force them to fight, since using the explosives would be tantamount to throwing away his only advantage over the enemy.
Yet, even as he struggled to figure out what to do, one of the Kasnians had spotted Lawton and begun to raise the alarm. Suddenly, several men were cut down by a hail of bullets as the rest took cover.
"Contact! Weapons free!"
Joined by Lawton and Quinn, Flag and his unit poured every round they had into the opposition. The Kasnians sustained heavy causalities, but soon started to advance, their elite vanguard using chainguns to pin down the soldiers. Just as it seemed they were about to be overrun, Lawton jumped on top of a pile of cars and fired a series of precise shots that that went right through their heads. Encouraged, the Squad rushed forward and massacred the survivors. Limbs went flying, blood gushed like a river, and the air became heavy with the smell of exposed corpses.
Moone covered her eyes in disgust and even Flag himself felt nauseous as he looked over the carnage the Squad had wrought. Waller was right. These people are more deadly than anything in the U.S. Army. They didn't try to run; hell, they enjoyed themselves!
"Command to Flag. The asset has been tracked to a department store near your location. Secure them and prepare for extraction at the rooftop."
As the Squad led the way, followed by the stunned/horrified faces of the ARGUS agents, Flag could only pray that he would last another few hours with these psychos.