Gerad heard the telltale WHOOSH of an rpg, and pulled Mea back behind the corner of the builing just as the wall blew apart. as mea headed around front to check on the other two, Gerad heard a scream and the sound of a boat engine revving. "aw, hell. pistols were not meant to be used at this range..." he mumbled to himself as he ran to the edge of the house and took aim at the speeding boat, he saw the one with the rpg tube down, something flashing silver in the sunlight stuck in his chest, two more over him, and one piloting the boat. he fired off three shots, and saw the two checking on the body go down, one holding his arm and the other holding his leg, while the pilot got off lucky as the windshield shattered. Gerad then ran around the house to see Mea helping a struggling Marcus, and Yousef laying half buried and bleeding, but breathing. he moved to unbury Yousef, and try to get Yousef's hulking frame somewhat upright on his own lean frame.