Marcus looked up when the soldier across from him spoke.<br/><br/>"Hey, you're Marcus Anders right?" he said.<br/><br/>"Yeah? What about it?" Marcus replied, putting his wallet in his pocket.<br/><br/>"I'm Kenneth Grein, Civilian Reserve Class 4." He held out his hand to Marcus, who just looked at it and didn't shake back. Kenneth took it back and frowned a little, "Oooook.... well the guy on your right is Ronald, Class 5. The guy next to me is Jimmy, Class 3, and the guy who drives like crap, that's Reynolds, he's Class 2."<br/><br/>"Oh fuck you Kenneth." Reynolds said from the drivers seat.<br/><br/>"Anyways Marcus, you're big shit to us civies, I mean you're the closest a civie can get to respect from the military, that's a big deal."<br/><br/>"Thanks I guess." Marcus said, his gratitude not present.<br/><br/>"Holy crap... whats that?" Jimmy said, pointing.<br/><br/>Marcus looked over and saw blood smeared on trees and blood all over the grass. He saw severed limbs and a few dead bears.<br/><br/>"Shit," Ronald said, "is that the commando team?"<br/><br/>"From what I can see from the uniforms it looks like it." Reynolds replied, "We're stopping here."<br/><br/>The 4x4 stopped and the team got out weapons ready. Since Marcus was leader he told them what to do.<br/><br/>"Gather up their dog tags, we need them if we're gonna report any KIAs."<br/><br/>The team started searching around, hoping to find some sign of life.