Duson moved his hand forward in an advance motion. The Marines moved forward silently toward the edge of the forest. He pointed at a missile turret in the middle of a clearing. Three marines advanced to about ten meters (although, yes I am an American, the metric system beats ours) away from the turret and they pulled out a grenade each. Setting the timer for seven seconds each, they lobbed them and crouching, ran back to cover provided by the forest. From the explosion a group of twenty-seven marines poked their heads out of a bunker and nineteen walked over to the damaged turret.
"What 'append 'ere?" asked one.
"I dunno, but look, some craters, looks like the work of some sort of sabotage!" said a smarter one.
"Well men, open fire on the ones in the clearing when I give the signal; I'll take the ones in the bunkers." Said Duson as he crept away towards the Bunkers.
Duson checked his three grenades and set one for seven seconds, one for five, and one for three. He hit the timer plate on the side of the seven one and the clock started. He ran by the first bunker and threw in a grenade; he pressed the plate of the next one and yelled, "FIRE!".
He chucked in the other grenade, pressed the other plate, threw that one in the last bunker and ran back to the forest. "MOVE BACK!" He called to his men and they fled back to the forest. One of Duson's marines was hit in the head; which ripped it off.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The triple sound of the exploding grenades made the decibel compensator in their helmets work overtime to cut down the sound because they were so close.
The seven last marines fled in horror to the Sons of Korhal base, but before they could get more than two meters, they were cut down.
"Status check; sound off. Tom's Squad."
"All here, our armors all at ninety-four percent, save for Herold. His is still ninety-seven."
"Allix."
"Tolars is dead. The rest of our armor is at ninety-six, except for me, mine is eighty-three."
"Alright, lets move out!" yelled Duson.

*The Southeast corner of the Sons of Korhal Base*

The Goliath sat immobile, its pilot asleep at the controls. A lockdown missile hit the Goliath, but the pilot did not stir. A flight of three Wraiths screamed overhead, not noticing the shut down Goliath. They patrolled the edge of the cliff on which the base sat.
Sanderea motioned for the team to cloak and they did. Climbing up the shear face of the cliff they appeared at the top, beside the Goliath. Chang Yuuoh climbed in the Goliath and slit the pilot's throat. A fine spray of blood coursed from the vein. He slapped a wet piece of cloth over the wound. He threw the body out of the Goliath and sat down. He decloaked and moved the Goliath forward. He walked over to the west side of the base and sent up a green flare and opened fire on the base. He pulled out four more pieces of cloth strips. He tied two to the control yolks and to the buckle of the seat. He tied the other two to the firing triggers on the control yolks. He cloaked and jumped out. The Goliath was rotating to the right and firing. That should seed enough discord he thought, smiled and walked off.

"Go!" yelled Duson at his soldiers.
Sreven rushed in and opened fire on the bunkers. I clicked on my HUD and saw that his armor was at twenty-two percent. After a second more it was at nine percent, sensing the end he pulled off his grenades and hit the 'SS'. He hurled them and ran toward the base. A Firebat blew off his arm and he staggered and fell. The Grenades went off and vaporized him and two bunkers. The third fell to two more Grenades. Allix's soldiers split off and headed toward the Barracks, Tom headed for the bunkers. Duson's Squad walked slowly head, firing and killing soldiers left and right.
Explosions were heard and Tom and one man ran back towards Duson. "HURRY! GO! IT'S GONNA BLOW!" yelled Tom.
We all dived down and covered our 'ears'. An explosion ripped through the air.
"Tom and, uh, Hugh, come with us. If the rest of your squad is dead that is."
"Yeah, they got killed."
Duson's squad of now eight walked behind him. They approached the command center. Seven Ghosts materialized out of thin air in front of them.
"We got the door open for you Duson..." said Sanderea.
"Good, you and your squad stay out here and secure the perimeter." Said Duson as he walked into the command center.
"As if Duson, you couldn't keep you're head on without me... CHANG! You take control, I'm following Duson." She cloaked and walked in the building.
Chang began to issue orders as if he had never heard Duson.

'Odd' thought Duson, 'that the alarms never went- what was that?'
A slight slipping sound was heard. He looked up and saw, very vaguely, a shimmer.
"GHOSTS! FIRE!" yelled Duson out of the blue.
The sound of fire was heard and dead Ghosts slumped to the floor of the huge corridor. "Hurry! Move to a defensible position!" he yelled. "Flip on Infrared, that should show the Ghosts!"
After five more minutes of sustained fire, only five of the marines were left, and with less than half armor. Duson kept one man in constant infrared incase another Ghost happened by.
They crept around one corner, and Duson's HUD flashed, they were in the hallway leading toward the objective's room. They slowly approached it and opened the door and threw in three tear gas grenades and a flash bang. They quickly shut the door and closed their visors down.
They opened the door and through infrared saw a man lying down. Knocked out.
"Check his pulse Allix."
"Yessir!" he saluted and walked over and checked it. "Barely one, but there is one."
The doors flew open and thirty Marines, twelve Ghosts, and three Firebats ran in. Followed by General Burgess. "Why hello Duson! What a surprise! You of all people to be here! The one who gave me this!" he rubbed his scar. He sat down at the desk and ordered his men to confiscate all weapons and take the rest of the men to the brig. Burgess pulled out a cigar and threw it to Duson, who leaned in and allowed it to be lit by Burgess. Burgess produced another one and lit it. He took a long drag from it. "So, you're finally here huh? Well not as hard as I thought. You do know that..." he looked almost sad as he said it through the cigar in his mouth.
Duson pulled out the cigar and said, "Really? I took out a squad of Ghost in here..."
"Well, that was easy." Replied Burgess, as he blew a smoke ring. "I thought you might suspect something, more, more, you know, more than what you did."
"Really? Well he may not have, but I did..." said Sanderea as she uncloaked and pointed the rifle at Burgess's head.
"MEN!" yelled Burgess, and Twelve Marines ran in. One shot the gun out of Sanderea's hand.
"Hands up!" Barked one.
"Oh God, oh Jesus!"
"Release them! Let Duson see this message!" he let go of me and I walked over to him, and looked at the message.

To: BurgessGen@FansofTomorrow From: Outpost_19@FansofTomorrow Subject: Zerg Message: We have Zerg coming in on the radar! Fifty Mutas and Twenty-five Guardians and Devourers each. Holding off as long as possible. Missile Turrets 1,2,3,4 and have been des. GOD THEY'RE HERE!

To: BurgessGen@FansofTomorrow From: Outpost_15@FansofTommorow Subject: Outpost 17-24 have fallen Message: Sir! I'll hold them off as long as possible! We have almost no way to stop them though sir! Sir, 16 just fell! MY GOD! THIRTY OVERLORDS!

We all sat in silence, as Sanderea had read over my shoulder.
"Men! Order all men to their battle stations! Order all the captives to be briefed and allowed in the Brief Room!" yelled Burgess.