<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Steen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the ground<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Team 2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>‘’Holy hell,’’ Rick curse as a green glob of something struck a nearby wall and destroyed it. He was already going prone, part of him noticing, that in being around English speakers he was already beginning to cuss in English.<br/><br/>He crawled behind another wall in a most undignified way. Naturally he had seen where it came from and after taking a very short steadying breath, got to his knees aiming his rifle down range. Thinking he saw movement, he fired a short burst, then quickly displaced.<br/><br/>He slid into cover behind a dumpster, noticing that he was level with another member of his team now. Somewhere behind him he could hear the discharge of a heavy sniper rifle, firing very rapidly almost panicky. Not a sound he wanted to hear, it made him wonder what was up at the LZ. Still, he had his to deal with his own problems first.<br/><br/>Making eye contact with the nearest member of his team, he started using hand signals, to see which one of them would move forwards this time while being covered by the other.<br/>