[h2]Assault[/h2] 

The light beeping suddenly turned deeper, drawing the attention of the two Mercs before they were both obliterated by the Thermal detonators. The hall was suddenly lit from blaster fire, the LMG gunners of 2nd and 3rd Section opened fire, decimating the bewildered and inaccurate remaining Mercs in a hail of lasfire. 

The hallway was now empty, though shouts could be heard down the next corner. Through the smoke, Dred Ortega stepped into view. He held a fist, holding up one finger, then five, then motioning forward in a spinning rotation. 1st Section moved forward, Ca'tra Forg holding his heavy blaster aloft as the others moved forward as silent as death. 

As expected, a grenade was sent back in response. It bounced along the floor and ricocheted into their hall. Gren scooped it up expertly, sending it straight back into the opposite hall just as it was within a moment of detonation. One Rodian Merc foolishly moved forward too soon, hoping not to be caught in the blast of his own grenade. 

Mons Tar, the 1st Section Assistant Leader, knocked his rifle to the side with his forearm and gutted the Rodian with a swift movement of his Vibroblade. The others sprinted passed him, Lodan Peerce and Grek Kalo hitting the wall and crouching, rifles out. Dred Ortega, Mons Tar, and Nad Gren moved in. The latter two standing between Lodan and Grek, but standing tall with their blasters to fire over them. They began making precise shots into the Mercs. 

Dred Ortega stood dead center, taking out three with well aimed and cool headed shots. Ca'tra Forg suddenly appeared from the corner of the hall, LMG ready and revved. It began to spray death and fear into the hall, and moments later all was quite. The Bridge lay beyond. Grek had a small wound to his shoulder, but otherwise...flawless. 

"Secured," Dred said.
"Move in," Pib Dosa replied through the Comm. Behind them, they could hear the other two sections coming.