Jan looked me in the eyes, and that was all the need I got. I whispered to myself, "Go!" And tha was it.

There were four of us; me, Jan, Donwald, and Ferguson. Me and Jan led, and I guess it was irony that we were the only two what didn't get shot. Daonwald took one in the eye right after he got in. It was about then that I started shooting Purplebellies. When Ferguson came in, he took one to the shoulder. Spun him about, and he landed on his ass. Still, he laid down some cover for me and Jan as we moved into some more substantial cover than air . There were at least three Alliance folk in the room; I took one with a cluster shot to his gut. He fell none to graceful-like across a table he'd been usin' as cover.

Jan dived away, and we were on different sides of the room. Ferguson was crawling up the middle, his pistol out and taking some poor bastard with a dime-cluster to his chin. So it was now one on three. Prick had a shotgun, but he was too far back for it to be of much use. That's what I don't understand about Alliance folk, they put the one guy who could, concievably, take out an entire squad in a few shots in the back of a long, narrow room, where he is least efffective! Still guess I should be thankin' 'em for givin' their recruits none too much in battle- schoolin'. "All clear!" That was Jan. He liked that aspect of the job; the shoutin'.

I nodded, then moved forward. Jan went behind me to cover incase someone decided to shoot me in the face or somesuch. Both our rifles were leveled and steady. We've been too much of the same shit to be scared that much by now. You get scared afterwards . That was fine with me. I was probably going to be crying myself to sleep tonight, what-with losing Donwald. We moved to the door. I peeked my head in. Seeing as no one shot me, I assumed that it was clear, for now. "Clear!! MEDIC !!!!!!" The call reverberated both ways down the hallways that we were fighting in. A few seconds later, I heard a faint call