Nathaniel being drunk as all hell, eventually recovered. He picked himself up with a grunt of pain. Nathaniel immediately picked his BAR from the seat and dived through the glass, shattering it. He failed a roll and ate shit. He picked himself up and dived onto the ground. Banging his clip in, Nathaniel fired three controlled bursts from his BAR killing an attacker. Nathaniel then shouted out "I AM A MEMBER OF THIS FUCKING TEAM YOU FUCKING IDIOTS! YOU FUCKERS HELP ME OR I WILL STICK MY KNIFE UP YOUR ASSES!" Nathaniel smiled. That would get the attackers attention. Bullets started raining down on him, one luckily enough skimmed across his coat. He rolled on his side to right to take cover behind a tyre. He set his BAR on top of the tyre trying to get people without looking. Nathaniel smiled and hoped the team would get his plan.

"FUCK YOU YA FUCKING PANSIES! YOU CALL THAT AIMING YOU DUMBASSES! MY GRANDMOTHER CAN SHOOT BETTER! YO MAMA PROBABLY SO HAIRY THAT YOU GOT ROPE BURN WHEN YOU WERE BORN! YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING BITCHES! BUNCHA PUSSY DESERTERS! FUCK YOU YA BUNCHA PUSSIES!" Oh they are fuming. Nathaniel stuck out his middle finger even when tons of bullets rained down on his position. And even an explosion. Fuck. Nathaniel got vodka from his coat and drank some. "Thats the stuff."