[b]11 July, 1951
23:04 
Near Escrick (Just south of York) [/b]

“What are you bugs up to?” whispered Charlie as he looked through the scope of his Fareye. In the small collection of cottages ahead were five hybrids and a Steelhead. Charlie had observed them enter the area from behind a log in the uphill forest tree-line. He waited whilst they cleared the houses (knowing no-one occupied them from his own sweep) in case any more showed up. A small group like this were likely scouts and engaging them was unlikely to draw too much immediate attention reasoned Charlie. 

Charlie waited for them to walk further out into the open and away from cover before taking aim at the Steelheads face, “Good night”. It was a perfect shot, tearing through its cheek and straight out of the back of its helmet. Quickly adjusting his aim to the right Charlie took another shot before they could react. The second shot tore through one hybrids neck half decapitating it, and the bullet continued and struck a second hybrid in the chest. Charlie excitedly gasped at the collateral damage. The third shot was also successful, hitting a shoulder. Four down, two left. The remaining two at this point had begun retreating to cover in opposite directions. Charlie aimed quickly at the back of the one running for the cottages, but his shot was rushed and it missed the mark. “Shit” hissed Charlie as he retook his aim, this time taking his time and ensuring the shot hit its mark. The last one had made it behind a small stone wall that had once been used to pen in pigs. Charlie wasn’t sure whereabouts behind the wall the hybrid was, but there was no way he could have made it further on to the opposite tree-line. What felt like minutes passed as Charlie patiently stared at the wall for signs of movement. He wanted to reload but had a horrible gut feeling that if he did the hybrid would suddenly make a move before he could begin firing again. Suddenly he spotted the tip of the hybrids cooling tower and tracked his aim to where its head likely was. Unsure of whether the bullet would peirce the rock wall or not he took the shot, not wanting to miss the opportunity. The shot caused the hybrid to fall over out of view but Charlie couldn’t be sure it was dead. 

Having reloaded Charlie strapped the Fareye to his back and brandished his Webley Revolver and Bowie Knife; holding the knife in his left hand, he rested his right hand holding the gun atop his left wrist. Charlie ran down from the trees towards the stone wall, carefully taking repeat glances at the other corpses as he did so. As he reached the wall he could hear inhuman wailing, and found to his displeasure the hybrid rolling in pain, having multiple fragments of stone impaled into its face. Despite hating the Chimera, Charlie was not one to enjoy the suffering of others, whether enemy or not. Rather than waste a bullet Charlie hopped the wall and put the beast out of its misery with his knife. 
“My pick-up better arrive soon” Charlie sighed. He and the squad he had been with were expecting to be met at these co-ordinates that evening to hand over intel. Whilst the rest of the squad had been dead for over a week, and whilst they had not been able to get the intel the brass wanted, Charlie would at least be glad to hopefully be taken back somewhere warm and to get a decent meal. Charlie then went about ensuring the rest were dead and seeing what there was to scavenge.