[@rush99999][@DepressedSoviet]

This thing was a piece of junk, the Major thought trying to pick up anything.  She groaned frustrated, turning the knobs here and there.  Static was all she was getting at the moment, the occasional tidbit of radio chatter from the Yellows babbling in that incoherent language of theirs, but...

Wait...what was this?

Sheppard turned the knobs again.  She had picked up on something that sounded like a battle in progress.  She listened closely.  That's when the chainsaw and that animalistic snarling caught her ear, along with the horrific dying screams of a Yellow getting his guts yanked out possibly.

"Grrr!  Someone get that damn brute back here ASAP!"  The Major growlef slamming her fist down on the radio.  She should've known Crazy was up to no good again.

She threw down the headset, already switching over to her [i]Lieutenant Major Bitchalot[/i] frequency as she began barking orders to the troops.

[@DriveEMOut][@Bishop][@ineffable]

"Alright maggots, listen up!  Crazy's on the loose again, meaning we have to go get his ass!"

[i]"Do we have to?"[/i]  A Red smarted off, getting him a bullet from...who else but the Major.  Helena holstered her 1911 and resumed, despite the awkward silence that followed afterwards.

"Hadrons, Greene, I want you two to tranq the son of a bitch from a faraway position.  If you get too close, he's liable to shove that chainsaw up your assholes.  The guy sleeps with it for Christ sake!  Comm Officer David, I want you to keep scanning the chatter for Yellow frequencies!  We need to pinpoint that dipshit's current location!  And Steve, you....Where the fuck is Steve dammit?!"