Michael "Sarge" O'Shay<br/><br/>His bad feeling was getting worse by the second.  "Check your mags! I want weapons charged! Put your motion trackers on and keep them on!" This was redundant, but he hadn't had such a bad feeling since the ambush at New Saigon.<br/><br/>Everything about this area and this situation just felt wrong.  He needed the reassurance of at least knowing his team's weapons were ready.  His Pulse Rifle and Magnum were of course in perfect working order.  This paranoia had kept him alive longer than he could remember.  He also switched on his Motion Tracker.  It made a rhythmic "thump" noise not unlike a calm heartbeat, contrasting his own rapidly beating one.  Hopefully, his heart would be the only thing thumping fast on this trip.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3093739#msg3093739">Quote from: ReijiTabibito on 31-05-2010, 02:59:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><br/>“Gotcha, Sarge.”  Hefting the 240, she took up the lead of the Sarge’s team.  “Sarge, permission to speak freely,” she asked, as they prepared to move into the complex proper.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Permission granted," he answered.