<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/2551723-Equilibrium_Still0321-Cleric_John_PrestonChristian-Bale.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Combat zone<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Team 2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>John's grin would not have looked out of place on something rising from the ocean deeps.<em>Situational awareness, boys. It's a lifesaver.</em>He panned the mirror around, taking note of the layout of the room.<em>Second lesson of the day, the clusterfuck formation. You cluster up, you're fucked.</em><br/><br/>He eased the mirror back, and tucked it away, taking one of the grenades he'd gotten from the equipment locker on the plane.<em>Lemme see .. that cushion, just about there</em>he thought, mentally mapping the room and the blast radius of the grenade.<em>Yep, that should be enough to catch the pair of them.</em><br/><br/>Simple plans were always the best. Toss the frag onto a cushion between and behind the targets, where with a little luck they wouldn't even hear it land. After it went off, swing in low on full auto rock and roll and hose down anything still twitching. He eased the fire selecter on his gun to auto, took a breath, pulled the pin on the grenade ...<em>1 ... 2 ... 3</em>... and threw it around the doorway to the cushions beyond.