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Special Forces
Chapter 3
"Who are you?" Clint asked, lowering his rifle.
"I'm the reinforcements you were promised." the Krogan replied, smirking.
"Wait, you're the only one they sent?"
"I'd say I'm all they'd need to send, but no. I'm the only one who came."
"The only one who came?"
"Yeah. There were supposed to be about three, maybe four others with me."
"And they're not here because…"
"They were told to ship out to Palaven. We all were."
"So why are you here?"
"We said we'd send you support. I agreed to be a part of that. I keep my word, when I give it."
"Well, nice to work with such an upstanding guy."
"Yeah, I'll bet. So, you back here for a reason?"
"We need to blow this cannon up. Completely."
"Hope you brought some good explosives. We build our guns to last. I'll cover you. Get the charges set."
Several bullets whizzed over Clint's head.
"You mind-" Kara began to ask.
There was sickening crunching sound and the fire stopped.
"Thanks." Clint yelled.
"Hah. No problem." The Krogan called back.
Clint went back to setting up the timers on the demolition charges.
"Incoming!" The Krogan yelled.
Clint looked up, saw a missile barreling towards him, and barely dove out of the way in time.
The charges, unarmed, were caught in the explosion and vaporized.
"Well, shit. Now what are we supposed to do?" Clint yelled, firing his rifle over a barricade.
"You really think I came without?" The Krogan asked.
He spent a minute warding off Cerberus troops, then ran over to Clint and Kara.
"I brought some stuff of my own." The Krogan said. "Figured it wouldn't hurt to cover every angle."
"Good thinking."
"There's a bit of a problem, though."
"There always is. Let's have it."
"These make quite the bang, but they're not as fancy as yours. No remote detonator. They run off of timers. We set them and leave, Cerberus can still disarm them."
"You're saying-"
"I'm saying I'm setting these, and I'm staying here to make sure they go off."
"What?"
"You and your girlfriend get out of here. Just wait about ten minutes after they blow. I could use a ride out of here."
"Yeah. Sure." Clint half-mumbled.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get going." The Krogan said.
"Yeah, it's just… what's your name?"
"Grahm. Urdnot Grahm."
Clint reached over and held his hand to Grahm's shoulder for a second.
"Give em hell, Grahm."
"Count on it. Now go."
Clint and Kara turned and ran.
Clint got up from his seat in the parked shuttle, and looked at the counter on his omnitool.
Ten minutes had passed since they'd seen the cannon explode in a cloud of fire and dust.
"Alright Hooper. We've waited long enough. Spin it up, let's get out of here."
"Roger that." Hooper, the shuttle pilot, said.
Kara squinted into the distance.
"Holy….Clint, look." She pointed at the an approaching figure.
"No way." Clint said in disbelief.
Grahm slowly stumbled towards them, covered in cuts and blood, bits of rubble and meat.
Clint ran out to him, and guided him into the shuttle.
"Thanks for waiting." Grahm said.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like shit." Kara
"You should see the other guys."
"I think I am, actually. There are a few bits on you that look meaty and foreign."
"Have I ever told you guys how glad I am to not have to do ground work?" Hooper called from the cockpit with the air of a man trying to change the subject