[color=lightblue]"Some people get all the fun,"[/color] K-Ton remarked lazily as their Sergeant gave them their new orders, which was to split up their already small team to take the objective. It was a bit unfortunate, K-Ton didn't think Alpha would have any trouble watching the roof on their own- that's what they were already doing before Bravo got set up anyway. But at the same time, they were dug in pretty well here, and there as no point in abandoning a set-up post if they didn't have to. Either way, not that his nap was over, K-Ton was starting to get antsy, it looked like a fight between the protesters and guards would erupt any second now, and K-Ton really didn't like the idea of being caught between them. 

[b][color=f26522]"Bravo Team? Do you confirm the deployment of CS gas? Berne?!"[/color][/b]

[color=lightblue]"Corporal Kensington, assuming temporary control of Bravo Rooftop element, our squad leader is dealing with some intruders, recommend hold off on CS for now. No use in riling up these protesters any more than they already are."

"Oh, that felt good."[/color] K-Ton sniggered as he turned off his transmitter, so only himself and Stick could hear. [color=lightblue]"Its always worth it putting Sgt. Rowles in his place."[/color]

K-Ton could almost see Alpha team's leader fuming from his rooftop across the street. Alpha wouldn't launch CS without confirmation from Bravo, and vice versa. If only one side of the street fired CS, it'd be a quick guess to find out where the CS came from and then their cover would be blown. If both sides fired CS at the same time, it would force the protesters back down the street from whence they came, allowing the guards to round up any stragglers and break up their groups. The protesters definitely had power in numbers, but they had tech and tactics. Still, K-Ton kept his finger wrapped around the grenade launcher's trigger, and kept it leveled at the streets below. More and more people were pouring in, and the mob was getting increasingly irate. It was like watching water slowly drip into a full glass- it would dome up and fill to past its capacity, but eventually it would pop, and water would start pouring out of the glass and onto the table below, however in this case, the table was pavement, and the water was blood. 

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Up on the roof, where Iron and Luciel watched the armed men below, they could see more arms being handed off by what appeared to be militiamen in plainclothes. More alarmingly, another group of some dozen armed men approached a building across the street- where their resident neighbors, Alpha team had set been set up. The armed men stood around for a bit, trying to look inconspicuous before a few of them entered the building. One of the men across the street gave a thumbs up, to which the group of men below them responded in a similar manner. While most of them held assault rifles, the sharp eye could pick out the glint of DMR scopes in their groups. 

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As Berne and Fours descended down the staircase, they could hear the rapid patter of thick leather feet running across marble floor. The footfalls were rapid enough that they couldn't tell how many pairs of feet were in the building, but there were definitely more than one or two. As Berne and Fours rounded a corner, they came face to face with a protester who simultaneously rounded the opposite corner. The protester froze up, his pistol raised just like the ODSTs, but his grip shaky, and clearly unprofessional. The protester had goggles pressed up to his forehead, and had been wearing a bandanna, but it was around his neck instead of over his face at the moment, his shoddy clothes seemed dirty and somewhat torn but befitting of a ragged guerrilla. He looked no older than 17.