Erik
"I mean, I guess this is pretty important, right?" Julian started, "They want us all the way over here on the East Coast for something, I mean, it's not like they are just gonna pull us from all the way over in the desert to check out some fancy new gun someone bought or something, right?"
"Probably not," Erik replied, "And if they did, I'm gonna take the gun for myself...but really though, I think something big is going to happen, whatever they can bottle in their minds, cause everyone alike is coming East except for the men left to guard some of the bases West. Whatever, they're thinking though, they better not be doing something insane, I may be up for killing some, but I ain't up for dying to a stupid bug."
"Don't worry about it, if you do choke, I'll make sure your girlfriend is taken care of" Isaac joked.
"Yeah fuck you too man," Erik chuckled, "this better have been worth it..."
Erik was riding in the front truck of a small convoy with his group of friends in the Holy Terror, they had been called to the East Coast to bolster the ranks at some bases and his convoy was just pulling up to their new operating base, a warehouse in an abandoned industrial district, holding some of the Holy Terror's most impressive weaponry. When they pulled up and unloaded their men, however, they came to quite the surprise.
"Well shit, ain't that beautiful, I bet we'll get plenty of years out of this home, don't you think Erik?" said one of his soldiers.
"That isn't right," Erik sighed, "Come on, let's check if the weapons are still there, we're gonna need them safe."
He lead several men into the warehouse, and they saw the gruesome sight; there were bodies sliced, torn, and shredded. What was set apart however, was the black armored bodies of a counter-terrorist unit, also sliced away...
"Everyone inside is dead..." Erik moaned, "You two secure the weapons; the rest of you," he pointed at a large body of terrorists, "I need you to start searching the grounds, there might just still be something worth nothing here..."