Turn 5: Chalk Two

[bullet]

Tomala covered Meyen's six, killing two Strogg behind the squad.

Tomala said ''Got ya bastard!''

[Matt]

Meyen checked a doorway, in the room were two Strogg soldiers setting up a Machine Gun of somesort. He opened up on them killing them before they could turn around.

"Two tangos down, room clear." Meyen said.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot scoped in on another Squibb, this particular one was a Tactical, and it was doing a good job harassing Chalk-One, and as he began to pull the trigger he was pulled away from the rifle. Hoot instinctively dug his fingers into the gravel at the top of the building to try and slow his movement, he looked back...... it was a Strogg Soldier. 'Could be worse, could be a damn grunt' Hoot thought as he grabbed for his H&K, only to have himself jerked back wards and simultaneously having it batted away and being punched in the face. The Strogg's giant fist crushed through his visor with ease, and struck him in the nose.

Hoot's nose was bleeding pretty good "You broke my nose you asshole!" Hoot yelled at the squib. He looked for his H&K, the Squib was in between him and it. Hoot keyed his comm "I swear to god Meyen, if I die I will kill you." The Squib gave Hoot a solid punch to the gut, it was already too late when he saw it coming. The punch nearly knocked him to the ground, he was wheezing, out of breath. "Ah shit, Meyen, you may have to send Tomala up here by the time this is done."

As he was on all fours, attempting to get his wind back, the strogg kicked him below the chin, this hurt like hell. The blow flipped him on his back. The Squib picked him up by his neck, like Darth Vader did to that rebel in the beginning of the original Star Wars, except without the force. Hoot was lifted off of his feet, and he was being choked, not a good position.

"Stupid fucker" He wheezed, and quickly made 3 horizontal slashes across the Squib's gut with his Ka-Bar combat knife, the SMC still used it for a reason. "Sepuku is a bitch ain't it?" Hoot wheezed with a big smile, he knew that the Squibb was fucked, even it needs it's guts. The Squib's innards flopped out, the strogg almost instantly released Hoot, dropping him to the floor. Hoot fell on all floors and attempted to breathe, he still had the wind knocked out of him. After about 5 minutes, Hoot picked up his pistol and shot the dieing Strogg in the chest, the hollow point turned it's vitals to slush, the Squib died within 30 seconds, an extremely painful death.

Hoot snapped his nose back into position and walked back over to the sniper rifle "Bring some fuckin' claymores next time Hoot."Hoot thought as he looked back at where the Tactical was, he found it laying in a pool of it's own blood, someone already blew it away. He looked for other priority targets.

[Private]

Drabowski saw a Strogg trying to open a locked door. He fired his rifle. The Strogg turned and the bullets impacted his chest. It fell to the ground, dead.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot's eyes widened as he saw Hayek sprint out of the building and draw fire. He shot at as many strogg as he could, hitting all. Only one was not incapacitated or killed, it had it's shooting arm blown off so it would not be firing at Hayek any time soon. He spoke into the COMM, hoping to find out what the fuck they were doing "Chalk-One, this is Chalk-Two Sniper, you mind telling me what the fuck you are trying to pull so I can give you some decent over watch, over." He saw a sniper pop out of a window and aim in on Hayek, stupid bugger. He put the cross hairs right on it's center mass and pulled the trigger.

He felt a satisfying kick on his shoulder, the clap of thunder that the rifle made, and the concussion wave that the bullet made as it hit the sonic barrier inside the barrel. The sniper was ripped in half, it would not be bothering Hayek any time soon.

[Cartwright]

"Chalk One here, thanks for the shot."

[Cartwright]

PFC Schmidt looked through his scope, attempting to locate enemy targets. Soon he could hear the faint sound of vehicle engines. He turned, using his scope to look for the source and soon discovered what he was looking for. Three GEVs were on approach to their position. He grinned. Back up had arrived.

"We got three GEVs inbound on our location from my visuals. Over." Hoot said over the communications.

He arose and slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder and picked up his assault rifle. He then ran into the building, attempting to regroup with his squad.

The lead GEV entered a parking lot and began to open fire on the Strogg with its mounted machine gun. The fifty caliber rounds shredded through the Strogg flesh like paper. The Marines cheered and boarded the two back GEVs. Then Second Squad dashed out of the building, firing on nearby Strogg as they approached the forward GEV.

"Hoot, get down here on the double!" Lieutenant Sharpton ordered over the communications.

"Roger." Hoot said in response, cutting off his communicator.

It took a couple minutes for the young Marine to finally reach the first floor and come out into the open parking lot. He had his sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, his assault rifle out. He fired it at two Strogg Soldiers charging at him. They fell quickly to the hail of five point five six milimeter rounds.

"Corporal, get on the turret on GEV One! We need someone to cover the rest of the convoy! Move!"

Godchild hopped off GEV Two, slightly annoyed. What if one of the Marines were hit by stray fire while they were driving. The possibilities were almost limitless. He shrugged the thought out of his head. If it happened, it happened. And Mr. Death would be there to save their asses. He mounted the turret and cocked it. He was ready for kill some Strogg.

The convoy began moving, heading up a road that was once busied by local vehicles, not clear of most obstruction. Godchild opened up on Strogg Soldiers dumb enough to run out into the open to challenge a speeding GEV. The rest of the Marines fired on Strogg with their assault rifles and other various assortments of weaponry.

"Chalk One, this is Kilo Two-Eight. I'll provide overwatch for ya. Over." The drop-ship pilot said.

They could see the drop-ship flying over the convoy. It was swaying out of the way of hostile ground fire, but was too low for the Strogg AA batteries to shoot down. For that, the pilot was lucky. Though he had proved to be an alright pilot as it seemed.