Disclaimers: See first chapter.

A/N: OMFG! I'M ALIVE! THE ERRANT AUTHOR UPDATES! (AUTHOR LOOKS ON IN SHOCK!) Mutters, no more coursework, no exams… I HAVE FREE TIME?

A/N 2: IT'S A DOUBLE UPDATE! (Author faints in shock!)

In Remembrance Of Who She Was

Chapter Seven: The Attack (the enemies perspective)

47 minutes after the squad was beeped

"All right men the briefing is concluded. MOVE OUT!" Came the final authoritarian command of Dr Margaret Walsh as Graham Miller heard the soft, hushed whisper of one of his team-mates "Thank God she didn't notice we're wasted!" "Marcus! Shut up! She hasn't gone yet!" Came the reply in the same hushed tones, but with more urgency to them.

"Team Alpha One, please remain seated."

"Marcus, you fucking idiot! She heard you! We'll be sent to the new inoculations test centre as volunteers, if we're lucky!" Was hissed in near hysterical panic by the temporary leader of team Alpha One while their usual team leader was injured. "It's not my fucking fault Gra'!" As Dr Walsh approached, the whole team went silent.