<strong>PFC Yui Sakuraba – 1st Squad</strong><br/><br/>“Got it,” I said to Sarge. My voice shook a little. I wasn’t sure if that was because I was scared, or a little bit relieved. Probably both. “Salvage, body bags, perimeter … I’m on it.”<br/><br/>I finished dragging what I could out of the drop ship. The last things I took were the demo charges. Those, I brought over to Senjo. I never liked holding onto stuff that went<strong>boom</strong>– I learned in basic that flamethrowers and explosives didn’t mix nicely, at least not when they were personal possessions. And everyone else was pretty much on edge … so I figured Senjo was least likely to want to blow shit up just ‘cause she was pissed off. ‘Cause<em>nothing</em>pissed off the synthetics. At least I didn’t think so. Even if you shit in their cereal, they wouldn’t get mad. I think I only heard Senjo raise her voice once, the whole time I’d known her.<br/><br/>“Present for you,” I said to Senjo, sliding the explosives next to her. “For a rainy day. And I think a storm’s brewing.”<br/><br/>The others in the squad seemed to be setting up the perimeter just fine, so I helped put some of the bodies in bags. I dragged them out of the ship, towards the trees. We didn’t have time for a proper burial, so I just quickly chopped some brush and branches from some nearby trees, and covered the body bags with them.<br/><br/>“Rest in peace, you magnificent bunch of bastards,” I murmured as I laid the last of the branches over the black vinyl bags. “Don’t worry. We won't forget you.”<br/><br/>Heading over to Rome, I started the systems check of the M240B. Fuel hoses were good, pressure was okay … I found myself smiling. I was in the mood to fry some shit with the flamethrower, and I hoped I’d get my chance soon.