[center][h3]Charlie Section:
PFC Fenrir Cheslock / Private Smythe[/h3][/center]
	Still catching his breath from his impromptu wrestling match, Cheslock assembled alongside the rest of Charlie Section, as the reinforcements gathered around Gallian tank. He fumbled through his equipment to make sure he still had his hatchet, knife, machine-gun, and spare ammunition. Everything was accounted for, as the tank's hatch swung open, revealing another first-class Private. 

	“Who's the armour?” he whispered to Smythe.

	“Snider. He's damn good.”

	Fenrir nodded in recognition.

	Walking around the base of the tank was Corporal Hunt, the highest-ranking officer currently present, and Cheslock knew to keep his posture as straight as possible while the Corporal was around.
	The tank-driver shouted down to the Corporal, asking for further orders, now that the enemy was in full retreat.

	Addressing each section present, Hunt gave his orders. They were to perform a flanking attack from either side, surrounding and overwhelming the imp outpost.

	“Any objections?” the Corporal barked.

	“No, Corporal”, Charlie Section resounded in eager unison.