<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40ffff">Angel sighed and tried to regroup himself. Following some bullshit order he was now out In the open, alone, with an entire squad heading towards his way. Again Irony has struck Its corse with him, the ONE time he followed orders he got himself In shit. Angel tightned his grip on his knife, the UZI firm In his hand as he begins to sprint from one broken piece of shit to the other. Hiding behind everything he saw, It didnt help much but he did what he could. <br/>
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"Fucking damnit Ghost Im out here already, dont call me back yet, Let me just fucking kill them and get this over with, By god if she's h--..If any of you are hurt Ill take the blame weather I was following an order or not!" <br/>
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He just couldnt keep quiet while the enemy approached, He knew Ghost knew what she was talking about, but he didnt want to take the chance of them catching up. One life was better than many. His ears suddenly perked as he tripped over a corpse, shocked, Angel stops for moment, examining It.<br/>
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He pressed the bottom of his right ear, radioing Ghost once more. It was loud enough all along for everyone to hear every word he said "We're not fucking alone out here either. Theres a dead rebel corpse at my feet, and as far as I know, I never kill my enemys. Someone's here, Ghost." and with that he raidos out, sliding his hand through the mud and covering his face with It, blending In with everything else as he sidesteps through the broken rubbel, getting closer to whatever was out there.</span>