<strong>Lcpl. Roman "Rome" Beneke</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69278.msg3156332#msg3156332">Quote from: CmdrRenegade on 15-06-2010, 15:13:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ooh-rah, sir.  All right, Marines, I'll take point.  Continue advancing towards the school." As they moved on, he continued watching the motion sensor, observing the behavior of the blip.  Once he approached within 20 meters of the door, he ordered, "Take up firing positions on the door. Widow, watch our six." Once the squad had deployed he yelled out.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>After hearing MSgt. O'Shay's new orders, Rome moved up closer to the door of the next room while Widow acted as the rear guard. The slience was unsettling and the floor of the adjoining room was covered in the same, mysterious haze as the hallway and Hab Block. The room was filled desks and chairs, though they were scattered and toppled throughout the room. On the opposite west wall of the room was a large white board scribbled with various elementary mathematical equations and computations. Books were strewn in a chaotic fassion from their shelves on the opposite wall and littered the floor, unseen beneath the haze.<br/><br/>Rome directed the business end of his M56 towards the floor, As MSgt. O'Shay shouted into the room,<strong>"This is Sgt. O'Shay of the Colonial Marines! Come out with your hands above your head and you won't be harmed.  You've got 10 seconds to respond!"</strong><br/><br/>MSgt. O'Shay's voice sliced through the silence like a scalpel followed by the sudden return to silence. Maybe it was the vibrations of the Sarge's voice emanating through the quiet room jarring something from it's resting spot, or perhaps something ran across the room beneath the haze, but a computer console teetering on the edge of a school desk suddenly toppled to the floor creating a startling crashing sound. That was enough. Rome squeezed the trigger, sending a wall of lead and death tearing through the room, obliterating books, desks, chairs, computer consoles, the whiteboard and anything else in it's path. Room eased off the trigger and smirked as he glanced over to the Sarge. Rome's head swiveled as he quickly surveyed the room for the culprit of the noise. Rome stepped in the room he checked his ammo counter. 437. He was sure he would catch hell for blasting the school.