<strong>G.S. Danko - Third Squad - Ooooo, shiny new guns!</strong><hr/><br/>Danko let out a low grunt as Jones grabbed the front of her chest plate and hauled her to her feet.<br/><br/><em>“Come on, sweet cheeks.” He said, pulling her along with him out of the way. “Can’t have the gunner gettin’ all squished in the first five minutes of the mission. ‘Specially when she looks like you.”</em><br/><br/>“I bet you say that to<em>all </em>the gunners,” Riska shot back with a wry grin as she stumbled after him. Soon, her gunfire joined his as Jones rushed forward to engage the hostiles, and between the combined fire of the squad, the enemy began to drop one by one, until finally the remainders were forced to fall back.  Riska was particularly satisfied when one of the bastards dropped with a round from her gun in the back of his head. Or rather, where his head used to be.  But goddamit!  One of them managed to get away, running down the hallway behind the barricade like a mouse in a fucking maze.   Pulling back on the M56, Danko walked forward to stand by Mathias’ side.<br/><br/><em>"Nasty piece of work, these," he muttered irritably.  "Think this is the one that shot me too.  I'm thinkin' we just got ourselves some fancy trophies, eh?"</em><br/><br/>“You should pass that thing on to one of us that needs an upgrade,” Danko suggested, looking at the pulse rifle in his hands.  “They’ve got the hook ups for the grenade launcher and the flame attachment.  O Beng knows it seems we need the extra firepower if they’re all armed like this.”  She slipped a few fingers through the holes in her chest plate for emphasis.<br/><br/><em>Then, a bit louder, "That aside, what the fuck is going on, and who the hell were those jackasses?"</em><br/><br/>“And why the hell do they need fucking HAZMAT suits?”  Bending down, Riska retrieved what appeared to be a modified type of shotgun from one of the fallen men.  “This isn’t Weyland-Utani’s logo, anybody recognize it?” she asked, turning the gun over in her hands.  The same emblem was on the chemical suit the man worse.  “Similar to an M33.  Christ, this thing’s fully automatic.”  The admiration was clear in her voice.  “Laser sight … this is one hellavu goddamn gun.”<br/><br/>But there was still the matter of the man that got away.  “Lieutenant, should we pursue?” she asked Mengsk, awaiting his orders.<br/><hr/>O Beng - the devil