Master Sgt. Michael "Sarge" O'Shay<br/><br/>Sarge proceeded up into the cave in his self-assigned position.  He was glad the team was working together.  This mission was only hours old, but still had pressed them hard.  Harder than even he had expected.   ”Sarge, why the fuck am I back here looking at asses and elbows when me and Sexy Beast should be the spearhead of th…” Before Sarge could tell him to cram it, he was interrupted by the BLATBLATBLAT of a Pulse Rifle.  That sound was as familiar as his own breathing.<br/><br/><strong>Hostiles spotted....engaging" <br/>"Moving to support"<br/>"Outcome uncertain...relocate executive"<br/>"Securing executive"<br/>"Understood, Holding Position"</strong><br/><br/>He also heard those shrieks.  It did not take him long to remember that.  It was too much like LV-1875.<br/>"Stay frosty.  Hold your fire and check your targets.  Zippo, if the suit's in the line of fire, move left and engage.  I don't like the smell of fried shitball." This mission was downright retarded.  What business did another suit have down here?<br/><br/>The franticly moving beam of a flashlight came up.  Whoever was doing this was running scared.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank God you're here" he said "those....things are back there!"</strong><br/><br/>“Drop your weapons!” she demanded, “We’re here to escort you safely off-planet, we’ve got you covered.”<br/>"Do what my Marine said.  Now."<br/>”You fuckin’ run up on a Marine like that again… you can thank God yourself, Stupid FUCK! I’ll be sure to arrange the meeting personally.”<br/><br/>Giving the man a cursory look up and down, he glanced sidelong over to DeSilva, a smirk on his face. ”Mother fucker... and I thought scientists were supposed to be all smart and shit.” ”Now, use your scientifical words and tell us what things are back there. Are they big and ugly with pointy dreadlocks and lasers on their shoulders?”[/b]<br/><br/><br/>"Rome, Zippo! Watch that tunnel! De Silva! Watch the path out! Motion detectors on!" he barked before turning back to the scientist and his "bodyguard".  "FATHER, O'Shay.  Confirm identity," he relayed into his communicator.  "If you're our executive, we're taking you out of here.  Pick your weapons back up.  Either way, I know I'm not gonna like what's back there."<br/><br/>