Carl hopped his cover seconds after Ross. Shotgun back on his shoulder, and his M249 Minimi tucked against his shoulder. He let Ross take lead, as the Line Infantry he represented. Carl took the rear of their little group, more mobile, lighter, able to displace, flank and move with more ease in his lighter suit. He provided base of fire, to keep the heads down off some of the soldiers he saw popping their heads up, making it easier on their approach. No one wanted to step out into the line of fire of a 5.56 gun. Not after being behind hard cover for so long. As they got closer, Carl did what any good light infantry man would do. Not wanting enemy behind them he popped the pins on some frags. And hooped them up into doors or windows. Those same windows and doors where enemy had peeked out moments before. Whumps and thumps went off in confined spaces, several times he heard screams of pain and death as targets were ripped to pieces by shrapnel or devastated by the shock of the explosion. He kept moving, pressing his way into the building behind Ross, spitting a roll of rounds back out the door and dropping a soldier who was trying to follow them.

Carl was about to step back out when Ross told him to move up and scout ahead. He nodded, cinching his LMG tight, and drawing his shotgun again. He took a breath, then started forward, "Keep you head straight brother." He moved to another door across the way, looking out through a crack in it to see it lead into a back alley. He leaned back abit and booted the door outwards, taking it off it's hinges. He stepped out, scanning both ways, looked back at Ross, then proceeded on. He swept his way forward carefully. Making sure he had a view on as many approaches as he could. It helped as a group of soldiers came running around a corner, heads lowered, guns down, wanting to back up the men who were shouting for help. Carl unleashed three rounds from his gun metal grey shotgun. The flechette rounds cutting through men like so many hot knives through butter. As he kept moving he encountered only one more group like that first.

What he did find was the scraps of a US SEALS uniform. He knelt down, and clicked his triclops head piece over to backscatter mode. He slowly looked about, the xray vision mode allowing him to see into the buildings around him. He scanned about, not seeing anything in the immediate area, he switched back to low light mode then keyed off Ross, "Cap, I found a ragged uniform over here. SEALs pattern. It's evidence, but I can't tell if they are close." He picked his way forward, stopping at the corner of a large courtyard. He peeked around, switching between the three modes of his headset, NV to FLIR, looking for heat signatures, then to Backscatter then back to NV, he stepped out then stopped, looking up into the skylight of the courtyard, "Fucking bitches..." One of the SEALS hung from a back shift gibbet high above the ground. He winced, then keyed to Ross, "One body found. One of our SEALs was strung up and left to rot. I'm going to search this complex. I'd say I'm about a block and half to your east, make your way here if you can. You'll see our lost little SEAL when you get here."

He stepped across the courtyard, and slipped into the complex of buildings and apartments, he had a new reason to kill as many of these shitheads as he could now.