6 minutes. 6 minutes could seem like an eternity when death could come at any second. And death would most certainly come, of that Sandra was grimly certain. They had the least amount of soldiers on board, no defense crafts to protect the carriers. Not to mention that these close quarters seemed like the ideal fighting location for the Grey. Sure, setting up a choke point against the Grey was a working tactic, but for how long? Grey knew no fear, which was exactly what made them the worst enemies you could possibly face. You could mow down a hundred of them and they would still come at you, until you either ran out of bullets or the dead Grey bodies crushed you.<br/><br/>And a Grey knew no mercy, which became so painfully apparent as the small squad entered the main hallway. The stench of scorched flesh filling Sandra's nose as she tried her best not to look at the corpses, she could only pray that they got a quick, clean death. The few Grey units still in the hallway were quick to open fire, prompting the squad to once again take cover. Sandra managed to find a hiding spot in a doorway, though its door was under lockdown. She stuck her weapon around the corner and fired a few blind bursts, not quite seeing if she hit or not. The hallways was long enough for her to use her Mongoose, but she would need time to set it up and she was pretty sure the Grey had no intention of giving her that time.<br/><br/>The Grey in the meantime were really putting up a fight, their lasers flying all over the hallway, black scorch marks dotting the walls they hit. While the smaller scout units were quick to make their approach, under the cover of the lasers of the support drones. Sandra managed to pick off a few of those before they managed to get too close, as they'd either kill you or force you out of your cover.<br/><br/>6 minutes was one hell of a long time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>