Turn 3: Angel Down

[Cartwright]

((OOC: No need to tag here, Dire. We don't do tags or rolls. You can just RP.))

"Right. Nightengail, take the boot to Hayek now. Before the oscillation hits the defecation in this hellhole." The lieutenant said.

((OOC: Oscillation hits the Defecation: A nicer, more civilized way of saying "When Shit hits the fan"))

[Mr. Death]

"Dunn. . .Hayek. . .Meyen. . .You guys copy?" Elias said over his comm
"We need to talk, ASAP" He said, taking the boot with him. Schmidt, that was his name. Well he picked a hell of a time to decide to join up with them. The way things were going he may not survive the night, but then again, none of them might. He laughed anyways. He still couldn't get over the way he could tell when someone was gonna die, it was a gift, indeed, but a cursed gift.

[Cartwright]

"Just put him in second squad. Meyen, that means the boot is yours. Congratulations. Two rules, Marine. One, you freeze up, I shoot you in the head. Two, you run, I disable you and bring you back on UA charges. Got it?" Sergeant Hayek said, a grim tone to his voice.

((OOC: UA - Unauthorized Absense, the nautical term for AWOL.))

[Mr. Death]

"Sergeant Hayek" Elias said
"I don't know if you share the lieutenant's feelings on this but we absolutely need those medical supplies. I've got a Ricky Johnson and a Brian Polaski that are both losing it. They'll be dead in 3 hours tops"

[Cartwright]

"Nightengail, get back to helpin' those wounded. Double time, Marine!" Hayek said, then cut off the communications channel.

[Mr. Death]

"Roger that. . ." Elias said, and continued making rounds and checking up on the injured troops.