<strong>YAIR</strong><br/><br/>Yair had taken the rear left flank to cover, watching out for dumb moves by his squad as much as for enemies. He'd never have signed up for this if he knew what a bunch of amateurs would join him.  Most of them seemed to have bought a handgun or two to fight the evil that dwelt here, and didn't seem to realise or care that tentacled monsters had been spotted here with tentacles longer than the effective range of their pistols. The women were beautiful, but he questioned their practical use. Then again, he preferred the eye candy to the 'men' of the outfit. One hopeless idealist in medieval armour,  one lapdog to their midget commander and one winged monster he'd have shot on sight himself. The twelve year olds he'd fought and killed in Sierra Leone would get have got the job done better.<br/><br/>Such grim thoughts at least prepared him for the worst. The worst soon came. Yair winced at the efforts of Jacob to take on the monster, and shook his head displeasedly as he saw the platoon leader pay the price. He retreated with the rest of the gang, noticing how the monster disappeared eerily.<em>Only one would leave alive eh? If I have to on my own...</em>he thought.<br/><br/>Peering through his thermal scope, Yair could see several things flying and creeping in the darkness that he didn't like the look of at all. At least whatever was flying overhead was already moving away, and no longer worth giving away their position for if they hadn't been spotted already. Staicey seemed to have seen the thing as well, and he gripped her wrist before she got any brilliant ideas. At least it had distracted her from moaning about her creature comforts. Meanwhile, the winged demon was stating the obvious, and Yair ignored the lively conversation to the tune of "Oh no! We're all going to die!" in favour of actually doing something. He turned to Staicey and Batguy and snapped<br/><br/>"Whatever just flew over, leave it alone. We and it will meet again. Can everyone stop talking and just find shelter? Move!" he suggested testily to her and the rest of the squad. With a slap on Staicey's behind he scanned the windows of the nearest ruined apartment block through his scope.<br/><br/>"This way, rookies," he  growled impatiently, beckoning as he approached the ruined wall of the structure, crouching as he sneaked through the rubble. He switched quickly from rifle to machine pistol and approached the half demolished wall. The unintended door formed by the hole in the wall led to a seemingly empty basement. "In here," he hissed, beckoning  to the rest of the team.