<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40ffff">Angel had been oddly silent for a while, since the moment he spoke to ghost last, no one heard a breath from him over his radio. He couldnt speak, hell, he couldnt breathe. A single sound would have cost him his life as he boldly approaches the rebel screams. He heard all the shots and gunfire, It did not stop him from moving forward. Someone was there and by god he was about to go find him. Finally he reached what he had hoped for, the man ducking behind the broken stones was about to get shot and killed. He did not have time to see weather he was a rebel, or who the men shooting at him were.<br/>
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Angel stepped through the bushes quietly, silently shooting through the grass and rubbel towards the man. He saw the soldier thaught to be dead rise, bullet proof vest? he thaught the same thing. Angel roughly bit his lip as he ran out of time, Recklessly he dived for the soldier, taking a hold of his leg as he falls, and twisting It violently, breaking the soldier's ankle. Not a moment later, his smacked the soldier roughly at the back of his neck, He hit the medula, the base of the brain. The soldier was as good as dead, and Angel crawled by the mysterious man, taking cover under a broken stone. <br/>
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He turned his head to glance at Alexi for a single moment, before snatching out a clip for his gun, and loading his UZI. "I dont know who the fuck you are, what you want, or how In the hell you thaught you could out-stealth the Army's best reconnisance officer. But get your ass up and help me get those assholes down before we get shot. everything Is going to hell, and Im not letting anyone die." <br/>
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Before the man could even respond, Angel was up and crouching, sprinting once again recklessly towards the men, It really was just how he worked. His knife rolled over his finger a moment as he snuk up behind one of the rebels, managing to escape his gunfire before stabbing the man In both feet and arms, cutting off sevral of his Limbs. All seemed to be going well, all he needed was the stealthed man's help. But nothing Is this simple, Disaster had struck, Angel did the only thing he wasnt supposed to do, He flinched and paused for a moment as he heard Ghosts' scream across the radio. That ONE moment screwed him over as the two remaining soldiers turned their attention to him and fired. He grunted loudly as he dived behind yet another broken stone, His only hope was that man was good enough at what he did to take the soldier out before they killed him. His upper arm was already drenched In red, but the pain did not even strike his mind, Adrenaline coarsed throughout his entire body as he held on to his knife for his life. <br/>
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He pressed under his ear with his un-injured hand lightly, managing to somewhat queue In, Ofcorse all they heard was the loud gunfire, his voice was barley audable. "Im shot" he managed to yell out to them "Its my arm, fuck! Of all the fucking time to get shot by a sniper Ghost! why did it have to be now!" he yelled at her just In abit of an Adrenaline rush, all his hopes resting on the mysterious man's shoulders.<br/>
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