Daniel felt his blood run cold and a little hate spring down the back of his neck. He looked back at fox with burning eyes. He dropped his gun from the ready position. “What are you thinking?” He said with force though it was hushed, he waved his arms around in a slight panic. “Do you know what you just did? If he's a scout for the red line we're dead! You think they wont notice when one of them doesn't call in?” He Wanted to yell at her but held his tongue from anything else. He took a small breath and looked like he was going to say more. She had put them all at risk. Sure he could have snuck up on them but the chance he had seen them and not taken cover was small.<br/><br/>Little did they know on the other side of the gun fire was a scout, He has been looking in the direction of some steam that was rising over the vents, he thought he saw movement and was about to tell the other person out scouting the rough and dirty terrain, But his voice was silenced. The man fell back against the wall with a small thud, his mask shattering completely as he slumped over hitting the ground.<br/><br/>His partner back against the wall and looked at his radio which was on the other side of the room, He gulped and knew he would make a move for it the second the sniper moved. He counted second by second until he thought it had been enough time. He moved from cover and looked around, no sniper barrel. Scrambling quickly to the radio, faster than it takes a sniper to switch target, and it would take even longer if the sniper didn't know there would be other targets. “ I'm pinned down need back up.”<br/><br/>The call went through and on the other side of the wire a man answered, his voice gruff. “We're sending troops now.” People ran around gearing up, maybe ten or fifteen troops, some with a kalash, other with volt drivers. The person who took the call looked at the troops “Looks like they have some weaponry, take it all and try and leave their masks intact, take prisoners, kill mutants.” He raised his right hand in a hail. “Let no one question the might of the Nazi!”<br/><br/>The troops moved out and were closing in, they would cut off our team within minutes. Mean while Daniel just glared at Fox “I was picked as leader of this group, you shoot when I tell you to.” He said it as if the word was final, He said nothing more and jumped over the cover he was behind, holding his Sawed off shotgun in one hand ax in the other. Checking the path. “We're clear everyone move out.” His tone was grim, he has guessed someone saw their friend slump over, heard him hit the ground, smelled the blood in the air.<br/><br/>He walked down the street ahead of everyone, he stood tall and looked down every ally, all he saw was a torn apart body or littered trash. The buildings along the road were once two stories tall but had the tops blown off and now lie in heaps on top of themselves with only one floor.<br/><br/>Daniel looked back at Zi, “When we get there if there is anything we can use on that mask, take it apart if you have to.” He kept pace while he was talking, he turned forward once he was done, and he looked into the broken open doorway, what was once wood has been blown inward, the lifeless body on the other side smelled of death and whiskey. His mask was covered in blood, he regretted asking Zi to take it apart now.<br/><br/>A click of something metallic sounded next to his head. Daniel looked out of the corner of his eye and saw a gun barrel, he moved his head down and under the barrel, as the sound flared in his ears he pulled the trigger of his own shotgun into the gut of the man. “Moron.” He cursed, though at who he didn't know yet, maybe himself for being caught, The man had been drinking that much was sure, his reaction time was terrible. He turned to look back at fox and saw something that made his blood stop in his body. His mouth hang open. “The radio” He muttered, it was left hanging and turned on.<br/><br/>He didn't bother saying anything to fox. “Take what you can, ammo, anything, and move. That gun shot will alert more than just his friends.” He thought maybe the men were red line but he had never seen those outfits before. Maybe they were part of a settlement of some kind, The lightening shaped marks reminded him on something one of the lumberjacks pre war, used to have tattooed on his neck.<br/><br/>The marks were on the mans right arm sown into the fabric around a pocket.<br/><br/>He grunted and could only hope the mutants hadn't waken up from the sound of a shotgun going off. He reloaded both barrels and grunted. “Looky who I found Fox.” He said sarcastically.<br/><br/>He saw the radio and his jaw fell open. His was hanging either was in the middle of, or had just finished a transmission. “Oh for-” He just groaned pure rage “Five minutes without something going wrong! PLEASE” He shouted and quite put his hand over his mouth, He rolled his eyes and looked out the back door, a road connected them to the tower they needed to be in. The trip was long enough without a trigger happy Nut stopping them to kill something when they didn't have to.<br/><br/>As it turns out the red line had also heard and their patrols were slowly marching the way of the building. Red line behind them, Nazi's in front. Mutants everywhere you went.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>