[i]"Varrot, I need fire on whoever comes out the other end of this alley. We'll smoke 'em out, then pull back and find a way around."[/i]

"Already on it sarge!" Damien responded, and before you knew it Corporal Krauss was at his side cracking shots and threading needles, braining one unlucky bastard right away and making sure another would never play the piano again. Varrot watched for a moment, taken back by the sniper's precision but what else did he expect out of a sniper? Picking up his rifle, Damien made sure there was one ready to fire before lining up his sights the best he could and taking a few pot shots down the alleyway in the distance. The range of his X1 wasn't nearly as close as Krauss' GSR but he was still able to lay down some decent suppressing fire, nailing one Imp soldier in the leg. As the Imp fell to his knee he caught one in the head from Krauss. It was an impressive display of coincidental teamwork. Looking around before taking his next shot, Corporal Krauss gave the order to move on to the clocktower. About the same time, Damien spotted an Imperian lancer being escorted by a trooper towards their position. He turned to grab the radio before putting it up to his mouth.

"Sarge, we got Imps closing on so we're on the move, heading towards the northeast clock tower. We will contact you upon arrival, Varrot and Krauss, out." he finished, grabbing his rifle and stuffing the radio inside his pocket, "I'll lead the way Corporal, I checked the route while we were up there." he said, opening the hatch and dropping in, hustling down the stairs he waited until Krauss was behind him to open the door. Cracking it open slowly, once he saw the coast was clear he swung it open and took off, rifle in hand towards the east street. Hugging the wall at the corner, he peeked over quickly to find nothing but rubble and smoke. Waving Krauss over, they made it to the other street just in time to hear the lance fire off and hit their old position, the old stone shook the ground it fell on. From their it was a straight dash to the clock tower already in view. As they approached the clock tower, Damien quickened his pace and reached the door before Krauss, swinging it open to find an Imperial scout sifting through cabinets. Damien raised his rifle and fired, nailing the scout twice in the chest. Poking his head back outside, Damien wiped the sweat from his brow, "All clear corporal, ladder's on the far wall."

Damien swung his X1 across his back and got the radio out, "Sergeant Harald, we just reached the clock tower, where'd you need our eyes?"