[u][b]PFC Fenrir Cheslock[/b][/u]

	[b]*Ratatatatatata*[/b], the constant firing of Imperial machine guns rang through the room's blown-out windows, accompanied by a shower of chipped brick and mortar off the far wall. Crouched just below the window, PFC Fenrir Cheslock grumbled impatiently.

	“[i]So we're gonna follow the Imps' lead then?[/i]” he inquired sarcastically, to his comrade.
	
	“They'll be pulling back soon. It'll be easy enough to pick them off from behind.” Smythe responded.

	“Yes, but let's make sure the reports mention Charlie Section by name.” Cheslock concluded, with a devilish grin on his face.

	“Okay? You got something in mind?” Smythe said, somewhat confused.

	Cheslock gave him a wink, and bolted for the staircase. 

	His trusty MAGS M10 clasped firmly in his hands, he tumbled down the staircase to the first floor, and sprinted through the building's front doorway. The Imps were so focused on his squaddies in the building, that they didn't immediately respond to him charging out the bottom floor. This gave him time to get halfway across the street. As the bullets finally began whizzing in his direction, he ducked behind a tank trap and headed for the closest building. As a few bullets flew past his ears, he leaped forward, plunging through the window of one of the Imperial-occupied buildings. All the glass hand long-since been knocked away, so it was little more than a square hole in the wall. 

	Tumbling to the floor, Fenrir righted himself without hesitation. The Imps were hold-up on the second floor. Staying low, he made his way toward the staircase. Nearing the bottom, he lodged the butt of the rifle into his shoulder, and prepared to open fire. They were no doubt aware of his position by now. He paused for a second, and noticed that the gunfire in the building had stopped. He figured the Imperials probably had their guns pointed at the top of the staircase, waiting for him to poke his head up. It wouldn't be safe to approach like that.

	“Well, here's to you, Sis.”

	Cheslock slung his gun over his shoulder, and withdrew a grenade from his belt. Leaning forward, he tossed the grenade up and over the lip of the staircase. It hit the floor above with a [i][b]thud[/b][/i], and was met with a series of screams. He ducked against the wall and covered his ears as the grenade went off. A thunderous [i][b]boom[/b][/i] rang out and the ceiling gave way, sending a pile of rubble crashing downward, along with one, two, three dead Imperial soldiers. Through the dust and smoke, Fenrir smiled ferociously.

	“That one's for the family business.”

	He didn't have long to savour the moment, however, as bullets started whizzing through the front window. He fell to the ground, and crawled his way toward the front, planting his back against the wall. A tinge of pain shot through Fenrir, and he gripped his left thigh. Thankfully, it looked like the bullet had just skimmed the skin. Where were they coming from this time? They were keeping the pressure on, and he didn't feel like risking an eye to check through the window. As shots continued pouring in, Fenrir looked around for other options. 

	“[i]Argh[/i]! This place should have a...”

	Back door, there, just behind the staircase! Cheslock made a dash for it, as a couple enemy rounds bounced off his shoulder-pads with a metallic [b]clang[/b]. Leaping over the rubble, he charged into the door, which thankfully opened outward, into the alley behind. Now he'd be able to get a surprise angle on the intersection, and really do some damage. Swinging his gun back around, and holding it at the ready, he charged down the alley. He rounded a corner to get sight of the street again and nearly ran into the back of an imperial soldier, who was busy peeking out into the street, firing potshots at the Charlie Section building. Holding his gun in his left hand, Fenrir used his right to slide his hatchet out from his belt.

	He lined up the shot, right where the helmet meets the shoulder, and swung. The axe head buried itself deep into the soldier's neck, as he fell limp to the ground. Cheslock kicked the body to the side and took a peek around the corner. The Imps must have called the retreat. Soldiers were starting to disappear from the windows, and make their way down. No doubt, some would have access to back alleyways. 
	
	Fenrir holstered his hatchet, gave a wave in the direction of the Charlie Section building, and then ran back into the alley. He was sure they'd be able to pick off the Imps that had to run out into the street. He'd clean up the ones scurrying through the alleyways. Rounding the corner again, sure enough, a couple more Imperials came clamouring out of a nearby building. One took off in full sprint, but the other looked back and noticed the young shocktrooper. The Imp hoisted his gun up and shot. Fenrir ducked, firing his own bullets in the opposite direction. As the shower of lead hissed over Cheslock's head, he heard the rattle of his own bullets hitting the enemy's armour. The soldier fell backward with a hefty [b]clang[/b], and Fenrir took off after the one that got away.