Graff saw his autocannon cycle green once more, just long enough for him to get his hopes up then once again it flashes red and records an non-existent jam.  "No such luck unforgettably, must be something more than a jam."  He really wanted to break off and help the rest of his lance but at the same time he was given an order to get their charge to the extraction point.  This is that classic problem of a military man, do you obey your orders and leave your squad to the wolves or do you disobey your orders and attempt to save your squad and possibly causing your mission to fail.  It's a dellema that's been around since well before the Star League and will go on for long after anyone here passes.<br/><br/>Graff sadly has never been a man to take the high risk actions and today is not a good day to start, "I'm afraid I can't just leave you Janos, we all have our orders after all.  Besides I'm sure Brick will make it back to the dropship by shear grumph alone."  They'd reached the edge of the city and once again getting their feet on the soft earth but at the expense of the cover they had enjoyed from the buildings.  "We should be at the extraction point in about 10 mins at this pace and I'm sure the rest will be right behind us."  Graff tried to sound upbeat as he listened to the calls, it didn't sound good that was, of course, until the calvary arrived.