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[i]"Hello...are you alright?"[/i]

The LT looked up at the girly voice coming from the soldier in front of her, a more proper medic emblem on her helmet than that of...well...Crazy...

As she glanced up, one of her lenses cracked, the table beside her crumbled to pieces.  Helena merely sighed indifferent standing to her feet, "At ease, Corporal.  I'm alright.  There's been another...accident...over at the firing range.  If you would, go patch that soldier up before he gets his leg chewed off by Crazy.  I need to speak with our comm officer David."

She could hear the frightened laments of the troops nearby, shaking her head with an irtitated sigh, even moreso when that wild beast came bounding past her with that...that fucking chainsaw.  Why hadn't Private Higgins kept that berserker on a leash like he was supposed to?

Helena made her way past the gun range and down the sandy slope, where sat David....what the hell was he doing?

The LT just stood there behind the comm officer for a moment, annoyed by the second by that crappy 80s synth pop, not making her presence known until she reached down and flipped the radio off.  "Any word from Command yet?"  She said glaring down at him with an expectant pause.

And they wonder why the Yellows are always better than them.