16th Street, San Francisco, Terra
Mission Time: 00:11:30 Local Time: 09:06:19 P.M.
Video Log: 2nd Lieutenant Coyote Security Clearance: Red
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Skreeeech!
"Watch out!" THUD!
"SLOW DOWN!" SKRUNCH!
"I think I'm gonna be sick…" THUMP!
"Who the hell taught you how to drive?!" Charlotte yelled as Coyote recklessly drove down 16th Street, running by, through, over, and into as many xenos as possible. Bandito himself was looking quite queasy as he manned the .30 caliber machine gun in the back of the Puma. Another bug popped out, and Coyote swerved to hit it.
"GODDAMIT SIR, WATCH OUT!" Bandito yelled out as he clutched the trigger handles for dear life. Behind the Puma, the riders of the truck looked back at the destruction caused by a certain lieutenant.
Hicks looked up at Thor. "Is this normal?" he asked. The machine gunner nodded.
"Yeah," the Minnesota native replied. "That's why we don't allow him to drive anything anymore." Thor fired a short burst at a spitter that peered over the roof of one of the buildings. "That generally leaves him only to pilot the loaders and some of the current models of military exo-suits." Rushmore, Iceman, and Thor shuddered.
"Yeah, and he almost destroyed our barracks by accident once," Rushmore quipped. Hicks looked over at the Puma in shock.
"Please tell me you're kidding," Hicks asked. The remnants of Kestrel's squad shook their heads. Hicks gulped as he held his shotgun. Meanwhile, Coyote was still driving like a maniac.
"We're almost there!" he shouted to his men and borrowed Marines and SEAL, just as they passed under the interstate. Seconds later, the two vehicles were swerving to the left, heading to the building conspicuously painted with the Weyland-Yutani logo. Just as they reached it, Coyote hit the brakes and swerved to a stop right in front of the entrance. The truck soon stopped as well, and the troops disembarked.
Charlotte moved to the corner of the building to check the perimeter. Stopping, she checked the scenery and nodded. She then noticed the drool coming down onto her shoulder. Looking up, she screamed as a spitter descended down upon her. Panicking, she whipped out her shotgun and fired repeatedly at it. The monster died, but it fell onto the SEAL, its torn-up head landing on her arm. Immediately, the armor started smoking, and seconds later, just as the rest of the squad turned the corner, Charlotte screamed in agony as the acid burned into her flesh. Charlotte passed out as Rushmore dropped down beside her. "Stay with me! Fuck, stay with us!" Rushmore yelled at the SEAL. The medic yanked her out from under the xeno and looked at the smoking arm. Taking the knife strapped to her thigh, Rushmore sliced off Charlotte's arm and slapped on a massive bandage to stop the bleeding.
Coyote all but roared into helmet's radio, "This Lieutenant Alex Monnot of the 82nd, requesting immediate CASEVAC for wounded Navy asset! I repeat, this is Lieutenant Monnot of the 82nd, requesting CASEVAC!"
"Monnot, this is CASEVAC Echo-one-niner, what's the status of the patient?" asked the pilot of an airborne CASEVAC MV-88. Coyote looked down at Charlotte.
"Bad. Dead spitter landed on her arm, and our medic had to amputate it. We're doing what we can, but unless she has immediate attention, I don't think she's gonna make it," he replied, hefting his pulse rifle.
"Understood. What's your current position?"
"We are at Pier fifty-four, right in front of a Wey-Yu access tunnel!" Coyote yelled as he and several other troops shot apart a passing xeno.
"Roger that, be there in one mike."
Coyote turned to Hicks. "Corporal, pop a flare! We need to get her out of here!" he ordered. Hicks nodded and rummaged through the Puma, taking out a medium sized pack of flares. Taking one, he popped the flare's cap and lit it. Tossing it to the ground, Hicks took the SEALs pulse rifle and ammo and slung his shotgun away.
Soon, the MV-88 came to a hover near the small group, its troop bay filled with wounded soldiers and Marines. "Thanks!" Coyote shouted over the roar of the VTOLs engines. The crew chief flashed a thumbs up as the aircraft flew off, probably to some other unit with wounded.
Dutch looked over at Coyote. "Sir, what's the plan?" he asked. "Other than go down a tunnel?"
Hicks looked at Dutch. "Dutch, this tunnel is nearly a mile and half long, and probably full of xenos. The only way to the facility from where we are is that tunnel, and I see no way we can get through and not suffer casualties," Hicks said hotly. As Dutch and Hicks fell into a heated argument, Coyote looked at the Puma and pickup truck with a rather thoughtful expression. Then, it hit him.
"Or we make them all leave the tunnel, and we slip in," Coyote said, stopping the argument between the corporals. They all looked at him in confusion as he walked over to the Puma.
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The mix of boilers, drones, warriors, and occasional crusher were just minding their own businesses when the sound came blasting down the tunnel. It was horrible! So much plick-planking, the sound of a human that probably should have died of lung cancer from smoking too many cancer-sticks, and it was just damn horrible in general. The horde moved as one, to not only bring in hosts, but also to shut that damn racket up!
What remained of the squad looked on in amusement as the xenos flooded out of the tunnel heading towards the Puma and truck, both of them playing country music at full volume. They soon went right into the tunnel, hoping that the vehicles would keep them occupied for a while.
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Weyland was now sweating bullets. The…thing, that was currently in his basement was patrolling its territory, and was getting close to the access tunnel that lead to the containment unit for the oldest xeno that Weyland-Yutani had ever known. Granted, the eggheads had theorized, based on appearances, that it was the result of crossbreeding with a Hunter, but it still made it no more dangerous than any other xeno. Weyland just hoped that help would get here soon.
Soon…soon, this will come to an end! Until next time my dear readers!