Vogel stepped right in, keeping everyone under direct control when Park went down. Veterans knew to stay in their lane and let the medics do their job. Robson shifted back to take over Lang's assistant role, putting eyes on the situation and firing as necessary. Madsen had the machinegun and Browne had a grenade launcher, so that meant that Robson was the assistant and the spotter, as necessary. As soon as it was reported that Park was hit, he was cut into Lang's old access privileges on the network; he had access to the fire support net and other resources, which created a different set of menus on his augmented reality HUD.

That also gave him insight to a location that looked like a definite danger area; Grathik specs revealed that the squat, rounded buildings, with holes gouged from stray fire and fragmentation, were part of a service access system that could be a potential means of reinforcement if the enemy were feeling crafty. There was no real way to process every bit of available network data on specific features, and so the sudden realization of that vulnerability in their line was a priority, as the maintenance shaft were rail lines, not powered, but definitely a way for infantry to move. It was sheltered, and probably would need to be cleared once higher command processed that info. [i]If the Grathik were amenable, they could just demo the fucker, but do the tentacle monster overlords consider their infrastructure more important than their mercenaries?[/i], the cynical part of his mind asked. It'd take a lot of explosives to collapse the tunnel properly, and it might not be structurally viable...but then again, it might be worth doing.

He flagged it for Vogel, even as he made a snap decision on how to cover it. "Dieter," he radio'ed Vogel, "I'm shifting my team to cover those maint buildings," referencing the indicated position.

"Browne," he panted a bit in the lull of firing that suddenly cropped up, "I want you to be ready to reposition left. Madsen, stay put and cover, that way," he gave a pointed direction on where to keep an eye, "And top off, frag, incendiary, smoke, electronic beacon, 2 more frag. We'll move once you are loaded, mate." The M32 allowed them a degree of utility in picking grenade loads, but it took time to reload. It was fine equipment so long as you paid attention to the load and made sure it was 'topped off' with the right mix. The beacon was to quickly provide a marker for fire support on everyone's augmented reality visors and the network, giving them a common point of reference once engaged. Rapid fire and magazine capacity meant they could dedicate one of five rounds to such a function.

He had a couple of LAW-type rockets, whatever the Grathik did to make them viable on this battlefield. They were higher velocity and considerably more potent, but still could do the same work -- good against vehicles, some armor and fixed positions. Those squat little maint buildings could become very dangerous little bunker systems with only a little bit of work. He was anticipating infiltration.

"Okay!" Madsen shouted, and that was when Robson made the first shift forward, with his gunner and his grenadier covering. He slid into place behind some broken-off structure, and leaned carefully in with his carbine, watching the corners, the doorways and the general area, eyes off the optic on his weapon, a holo sight and magnifier, but never far from it. Browne came behind him once he was in position and quickly set up his M240B without such close supervision needed -- the man was a professional and knew how best to set up his weapon for the job. 

He was breathing heavily, but that was the normal. The tempo of the fighting had him already wearing out a bit, but in the lull, he was able to suck down lukewarm, tasteless hydration fluid, just as the others were able to. But he was wary, knowing that lulls could be deadly. In place, hydrated and waiting, he quickly switched out to a full magazine and checked everything else that he could think of, running a mental count of grenades and other essentials while waiting for the expected unexpected.