I'm a Lover not a Hater, congrats, you get a M60 with an ACOG scope. Big gun, with a scope. Gear up and move out. = )

"Ok, listen up. You're all going to be given the normal fragmentation grenade, and a little something you've probably never heard of. An Incendiary grenade. Now, this thing is filled with white hot phosphorous and Thermite. Thermite, this shit burns hotter than the devil's butthole. You got five seconds to throw this thing after you pull the pin, otherwise it will engulf you and everyone in a ten foot diameter around you with white hot gas. Killing you excruciatingly painfully, but quick too. Gear up, and get out there!" an explosives specialist explained to us.

"Ouch… man I wanna use that now." Wreav said with a chuckle.

"Yeah… shut up and grab your gun. We got crap to kill." Paul replied sarcastically.

I grabbed a Stoner63 LMG, a Model 39-2 pistol, and an Ithaca 37 pump action shotgun (AKA Stakeout) and loaded them all. I brought along plenty of ammo too… Mmm, ammo.

Out of nowhere I hear a static, and feel something in my pocket shake. I dug around in my right pocket for a second, and pull out the walkie-talkie I grabbed earlier.

"Hello? Hello, can anyone hear me?" I heard Emma ask.

I hit the green button, and spoke back. "Emma, do you need something?" I asked, a bit worried.

"Oh, hi daddy! I was just checking to see if this thingy worked… it does!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought she was in trouble or something. "Ok. Emma, listen closely. I love talking to you, but I need to go on a mission, ok?"

"Ok… bye daddy!"

I stuffed the device back into my pocket and sighed. It was gonna be a long day.

I packed up my weapons, and grabbed a few extra grenades. After that, they loaded Paul, Wreav, half of Peterson's strike team, and I onto a boat. They explained very little… just that the enemies were to be considered hostile and should be taken down quick and by the book. But, I say to hell with the book. I was gonna kill those bastards the way I was bred to. By raping their pain glands. And the advanced weaponry is just icing on the cake.

A kid in Peterson's strike team kinda worried me a bit though… said his name was Sheppard. Pretty alright kid, I'd say around twenty or so years old. Kinda clumsy though. He dropped his M60, which scared the living hell outta me. Thought it was gonna go off and blow someone's head clean off.

When we reached the place, we loaded off the boat and they drove off in a hurry. Then, some guy from the strike team took crap over.

"Alright, Paul, Wreav, go check out the second floor. Irwin, Matt, take the east side of the building. Leeroy, you're with me. Gamma, take the rookie and sweep the basement. Move out people."

"Alright Sheppard, try not to get shot. I'd hate to have to haul your bleeding ass outta here over my shoulder." I said as we descended.

"Yes sir." He replied like clockwork.

We walked around the seemingly empty basement for fifteen minutes before anything worth mentioning happened.

Something shuffled around behind us, so I quickly turned around. Nothing was there. I turned back around, to hear the same noise, but louder. I repeat the process, and finally gave in.

"I hate this place! I'm getting paranoid in the dark. Sheppard, help me find some circuit breakers or something."

We parted ways for a few minutes to find a light switch. I found a control panel, and a bunch of papers covered it. I shoved them off the panel, and looked around. Nothing… then, the lights flicker on. I see the rookie with a grin on his face.

"Found the lights." He said with confidence.

"Nice work rookie. Come on, let's go kill something."

I soon got the action I craved so much. A bunch of Splicers pop up from behind some overturned desks. I open fire on them with the Stoner63. Kill two of them, but the rest scattered. I yelled for the rookie to get cover, which he did. We soon found ourselves the first to engage in the building.

I sprayed a wave of lead, and killed one last Splicer before they started to bull rush. I pulled an incendiary grenade from a pouch on my armor, and pulled the pin. I tossed the small, un-threatening cylinder from behind a filing cabinet. Seconds later, I heard the most sickening bang. Then, I hear the moans of agony form the Splicers who were caught in the cloud of white hot phosphorus and the chemical I've never heard of, Thermite. After the screams died, just like the Splicers, I leaned out of cover. The entire area was singed and covered in ash. The bodies, or should I say the big pile of molten flesh, was smoking. Literally, a small stream of smoke… or steam, either one, was rising of the pile.

"Wow… that… was… AWESOME!" I cried, stepping around the pile of bodies.

"Whoa… I never imagined that much damage from on grenade…" Sheppard mumbled.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! You gotta try that."

"Uh… sir, I think we have a problem…"

"What is it?" I turned around.

"Oh… well… this puts me in an awkward position…"