<span style="color: #00BFFF">“Think you can keep up?”</span>He asked as he aimed down the holographic sight on his rifle, which was leveled on another squad that had appeared in response to the shots that they had heard. He selected single-fire and lined up a shot on the rear enemy soldier before he squeezed the trigger. A puff of smoke burst from the suppressor’s muzzle and the soldier he’d shot at fell backward with a cry. Skylar’s aim shifted across the other members of the enemy squad as he tapped the trigger, one-two shots for each enemy, most of whom, in this eight man squad, did manage to fire in retaliation with their shots going wide in panic.<br/><br/>Once they were down, Skylar pulled out a fresh magazine before he ejected the used but not empty magazine and slipped the fresh one in. He slipped the other magazine into the newly vacated pouch as he scanned the street for more hostiles. One of his pilots sprinted past before firing their grapple hook up at a building wall and then was up in the air one moment and gone the next. Seconds later, gunfire sounded off distantly, muffled by the buildings. But Skylar wasn’t thinking about that. He was thinking about how deserted these streets were. Then he crouched down as he heard a quiet rumbling sound and pressed his palm against the tarmac for several seconds. “Tanks, at least three, likely spread out. These are definitely enemies, our tanks don’t make nearly so much noise, nor are their tracks as heavy. Our tanks are just lighter overall.”<br/><br/>Then Skylar stood up straight, slinging his rifle across his back and reaching up onto the side of his helmet.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“Rico, you got any satchels left? I could use a few, I’ve got some tanks forward of my position.”</span>he explained to the demolitions specialist of the unit they’d dropped with, then he paused as the soldier replied to him.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“Roger, just toss me the detonator and the charges when you pass, make sure you give me at least four charges.”</span>he stated as he turned and watched an incoming silhouette approach, swinging on a grappling hook cable around a corner. They released the grapple’s grip on the wall it’d been latched to and sailed through the air and then onto the ground where they slid past, tossing five objects to Skylar, who caught each of them with relatively little trouble and tossed you two of the four explosive charges as Skylar’s soldier fired his thrusters, propelling him back up into the air before he fired his grapple hook and disappeared as he swung around another building and down another street opposite of the one the tanks were coming from. Gunfire erupted down that whole street in an attempt to cut down the intruder, but to no avail.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“That was Rico, the demolitions specialist of one of my top infantry platoons. He always finds a way to smuggle at least a few tons of explosives onto the battlefield and goes through it faster than anyone I know, besides myself and my squadrons. He’s our resident pyromaniac and quite the avid partygoer.”</span>Skylar explained as he began linking up the charges to the remote detonator.<br/><br/>The rumbling of the tanks could now be felt by you through the vibrations in the ground as they drew closer. Skylar finished linking the charges to the wireless detonator and handed two charges to you.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“Use these on the two tanks in the middle, I’ll handle the lead and rear ones.”</span>He stated before he clipped his two charges to his vest and then ducked behind a shot up car, his hands closed around his rifle as the explosive charges hung from their clips on his chest.  As the rumbling drew closer Skylar took a hand and drew out two smoke grenades, the kind that exploded into a massive heated cloud of smoke to conceal it’s users from thermal imaging and visual identification. He then raised a small antenna on his helmet that emitted a silent ping, using sonar to map the area and measure just how far away the vehicles and their infantry escort were. At twenty meters away, they were close, and their infantry escorts were even closer, fanning out to give the tank ample warning of incoming attack, while infantry units behind them breached buildings and searched their interiors. Many found civilians, and there were trucks behind the tanks as well, that were being filled with them.<br/><br/>At this point, Skylar couldn’t wait any longer. He flipped down the antenna and triggered his grapple, firing it up across the street as he held his rifle in his other hand and opened fire. His first rounds cut down the lead soldiers of the forward picket lines before he made contact with the building wall he’d grappled to. He hit his thrusters and changed direction, reloading his rifle before his boots made contact with the glass window-wall of the building and he ran the wall, his right hand holding his rifle as he fired down on the remaining enemy soldiers surrounding the first tank, which was now stopped and firing it’s coaxial machine guns at him, while it’s commander did the same with his own before Skylar’s rounds cut into his chest, causing him to go limp at the machine gun, which continued to fire even as it traversed up and out of Skylar’s path. Most of the rounds that were fired were either low or behind him, but quickly became more accurate as Skylar continued to run across the wall, drawing ever closer to the lead tank. The other three tanks had since joined in trying to shoot him, hoping volume of fire would kill Skylar.<br/><br/>But just as the rounds were about to catch up to Skylar, he hit his thrusters while pushing off with his feet, jumping clear of the rounds and unclipping one of the charges as he holstered his rifle at his hip. Bullets snapped past him as he landed on the back of the tank’s turret and slid across it arming and slapping the explosive charge on the paneling there before he slid off the tank and then hit his thrusters again, as he reached up and fired his grapple again. His new trajectory carried him up and over in a full ballistic arc that allowed him to land on the fourth and final tank, his rifle once again in his hands and a fresh magazine loaded. He stitched a burst through the chest of the tank’s commander and then shifted his aim to do the same with the commander’s of the other tanks. He was too late, for one of them, who ducked into their turret, closing the hatch over their head, while Skylar’s rounds caught the side of the other tank commander’s head, spraying blood and brain matter across the top of the tank’s turret. Skylar rolled to one side, dodging a torrent of gunfire from the infantry as he took the last charge in his left hand and slapped it onto the roof of the tank’s turret. Then he rolled off the tank and hit the ground with a thud before he cut down an enemy soldier with a burst of gunfire.