"You guys go on without me." Metal said as he stalled his hobbling, "I'm slowing you all down."
"No way!" Jason shook his head as he turned towards the tall operator, "Staying here will get you killed."
"It's possible that it'll get me killed." Metal admitted as he took his arms off Trent and Sonny's shoulders, "But it'll mean that you guys can get to safety with Miss Harold… My leg is slowing us all down, I can set up position here and take out as many enemies from our tail as possible."
"No-no-no!" Jason scowled, "Not an option."
"I can't keep up this speed." Full Metal scowled back, even more intimidating than Bravo-1, "My leg is bust. I'm slowing us down. For the greater good, to have as many of us as possible get out of here without being carried out on a stretcher, I should stay behind here."
"It's pretty much suicide."
"But not entirely…" Metal shot back, "I've got two full mags for my M4. I've got two and a half for my Glock. The way I see it, my chances are better than non-existent."
Jason sighed.
"If I survive, I'll get on the sat phone." Full Metal glared hard at Jason, "And you can get your little hero moment when you come to pick me up afterwards."
Gunshots sounded in the distance.
"Go on!" Full Metal slapped his hands together, "Run! I'll take care of this."
"Don't you dare die on us…" Trent scowled up at Full Metal, "I'm not telling your parents or your sister that you died. And I know damn well you wrote my name on that line."
Metal nodded, "I've got this…"
"Promise me."
Metal flashed a quick smirk, "Hurry up!"