Carl made his way through the building sweeping the rooms as best he can, twice he found civilians hiding in rooms, he had left them, watching them the whole way while making his way out. Several times he found AQ fighters hiding out, these he got rid of as quickly and cleanly as he could. Usually a shot gun blast to the chest would do it. His flechette loaded shotgun making hamburger of their bodies. Hew cleared the upper levels of the apartment building as quickly and carefully as he could.

He then made a beeline for what he was going for the whole time. He climbed up onto a railing, “No man should be left here.” He cut the body down, catching the wire that was used to hang him, and letting him down to the balcony carefully. He settled the body down, and used a blanket he had found to cover it, “Rest in peace brother. You earned your rest, don’t worry, you won’t be alone.” Carl took the man’s dogtags from under ripped up fatigues. And pocketed them, he’d be remembered, Carl would make sure of that. As he finished up, offering a silent prayer to any being who was listening to protect the soldiers soul. He got up, just as the door to the room he is in bursts open and a AQ soldier rushes in. Just one man. He’s suddenly faced with a pissed off heavily armored Canadian.

The AQ soldier meets Carl’s size 10 boot right to the stomach. The man almost doubles over. Carl then stepped back and with an amazing amount of flexibility for being in that armor he round housed kicked the man right to the side of the head. Somehow he didn’t die from the sheer force behind that boot. He spins a full 4 times before the AW soldier hits the ground. Carl then went right over, and planted his other boot against the man’s throat, “You string up a good soldier for what? A show? You just know that you brought this on yourself.” Carl let up the pressure on the man’s throat, raised his leg up, getting his knee nice and high, then brought his boot down hard.

Carl made it up to the rooftop with Ross shortly after. Carl looking about, “We’re getting picked up by an Apache? Really?” He turned too look out over the town, then brought out a white smoke canister. As they made their way down to the wall he laid about with his LMG one handed almost the whole way. He popped his own canister and tossed it a short distance away as Ross did the same. He then took up a position to return fire on the AQ soldiers sending rounds on their position. He grunted, “How are we attaching to this thing? I have a safety harness with me, but are there any hardpoints on that thing we can attach too? Fuck man, I can’t wait to see how we do this.” Carl ducked a little as a DsHK started to bark on his head of the street. He whipped his Carl Gustav off his back, rocked a shell in and fired all in one smooth movement. The DsHK vanishing in a ball of fire, “This is all going to get really interesting and will be a hell of a story to tell back at Mess.”