<strong>PFC Marcus Jones – 3rd Squad – Trying to save Fields</strong><br/><br/>“AAAAAAAAHH!” Marcus roared as he fired, his expression one of pure unadulterated rage. He gave no more conscious thought about fighting his alien monstrosity than he had in any fight he’d ever been in. It was just something trying to kill him and finding out that he wasn’t going down easy. In midst of the adrenalin fuelled murder haze he was vaguely aware of Danko and the others calling out to each other over the din of battle, but it was the Lieutenant’s voice that finally cut through.<br/><br/><strong>"Fall back to first open room, down the hall apes, rock and roll!" </strong><br/><br/>Stepping back, Marcus fired a burst of pulse blasts as the creature and tried to get out of its rage. Blinking a little to clear his vision, he glanced down at his chestplate. The thick acidic gooey blood had begun to mix with his armoured alloy, bubbling a little but appearing to hold strong.<br/><br/><strong>"Go go go!"<br/><br/>“Jones!” she called out as she began to move, “We’ve been ordered to fall back!  Stop dancing with your new girlfriend and see if you can grab Fields while I rip this thing a new asshole!”</strong><br/><br/>Danko’s voice brought his attention to the squad’s tech, who was lying on the ground bleeding from a deep wound in her leg. “Sure thing, gorgeous!” He called back as he slung his rifle over his back and ran to the fallen marine’s position, trusting Danko’s smartgun to cover his back.<br/><br/>“Damn!” He growled as he knelt beside, pressing his hands against her sound in a vain effort to staunch the bleeding. After a second, he gave up and gathered Fields up in his arms while shouting toward the rest of the squad. “Cooper! As soon as we get somewhere safe Fields is going to need that medkit of yours!”<br/><br/>“I got her Danko,” He told her, tossing a single glance back at the Gunnery Sergeant. “Let’s go!” With that, Marcus began to sprint down the hall after the rest squad.<br/>