Gunfire lessened from their side. Fareeha kept monitoring the constant communication chatter. The wounded weren't being evacuated quickly enough. Their line wouldn't hold much longer. The omnic leadership, however they were led, were hellbent on taking this point. Only in the beginning days of the Cairo campaign did Fareeha see this amount of effort bombarding their lines. There were many more companies back then compared to now. It was her alone with her men this time. Fareeha wasn't looking forward to seeing the casualty list. 

"Captain, have you been listening?!"

Fareeha near ripped her comm unit off her ear. Everyone knew how sensitive these things were. Even Marsala who never really cared about protocol anyway. "Goddammit doctor. Have you cleared the area?"

"More important. I just sent our coordinates to the Swiss unit. Now before you temper, Dr. Ziegler is on that ship. You've heard about her--"

"Shut up and get our wounded out of here!" Rushing back towards the area where the corporal died, she looked for the comm unit. Banged up and immobile, the receiver was still in one piece. Fareeha reached for it. She hoped it still work. "Angela? If you can hear me, Dr. Marsala sent you our coordinates. I have no jurisdiction over you. I am begging you not to come. Our position is near overrun. I can't get you out safely ... that's all."