[center][h3]Simulation Battle Pt.2[/h3][/center]
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"We still have miles yet." Hal told Riley, trepidation evident in his voice. He spoke the obvious fact to keep her mind on the target, not to inform her. Hal knew full well that the woman was fully aware of the situation. She gave an apt 'fuck' to what was transpiring, but on the brightside, they had taken out all enemies thus far, and the scientists remained unharmed. With a wheeling motion of Hal's arm, the troopers set up a perimeter around the scientists. 

Sergeant McCormick knelt down to the wounded man, checking his wound. The others had managed to halt most of the bleeding for now. Hal was simply glad it was a simulation. "Can you focus?" Hal asked, knowing the pain might be overwhelming. "Are you good to go?" Private George nodded fiercely, too out of breath from crying out to speak too much. But he wanted them to succeed as much as any of them. Hal grinned and patted his shoulder. "Stay frosty, and use your sidearm." With that, Hal McCormick knelt down, and got the others to help hoist George up on Hal's shoulders. They would take turns if the terrain was rough, but Hal would take first carry.

"If we move up by the western flank, we might go through lighter resistance." He said to his superior officer, indicating to the left in front of Riley. He could see some low hills between the west and the center, and he had a feeling that the enemy would be gazing further eastwards. He couldn't rightly tell, but it was a soldier's instinct he'd long come to trust over his fairly bloody career as a terran trooper. "But it's your call, ma'am."