"Best o' luck's about to get you out o' this situation, buddy!" Angus replied defiantly into the radio, not finishing in time for Din to hear. With the distance and the smoke he had deployed, Angus didn't realise just how torn up Din's body was until he moved closer. Unfortunately, Angus didn't even have time to take a pulse before he took Din by the collar and dragged him behind a fallen concrete pillar.

"[i]Ah, Oui![/i]" Luc exclaimed as his shots hit the mark of the running Saurian. "I got one with a limp on my position!"

At this point, everyone was quietened by a strange voice that gave Luc and Angus shivers. Burkley's reaction was almost immediate, acting on Luc's advice about the injured one with a new passion and attempting to subdue him. With that, Luc scrambled behind his cover and began to replace his empty magazine, "Reloading." As he did so, he peeked over to the commotion off to one side and observed the aftermath of Din's rambo moment. "Who the hell does that voice belong to?" He murmured.

Dragging Din's corpse had left a red streak along the ground, causing Angus to curse under his breath. With this much blood lost, there was very little chance. By the time Angus pulled out his medkit, Din was gone. "Central," Angus held a low voice as he put the medkit away, "we have a man down."

As if not caring about the fate of the rookie until the mission was over, Luc became impatient about the voice. It made him uncomfortable to say the least. "Would someone tell us what that damn voice was!?"