North Dakota: Well, out of the frying pan and into the fire.
South Dakota: Eh, think I can take about 50 of 'em. How 'bout you?
North: How 'bout you save your jokes until we get out of this?
South: Where the hell is extraction?!
**Aoric slowly limps towards the main platform, his M7S still held tightly in his hand, before he looks up to see an ODST with demolition gear, soldiers standing behind him, and they're all aiming at North and South. A whole bunch of corpses behind him as he slowly limps towards the Dekotas. Painfully attaching his M7S to his hip as he struggles to got his Stanchion into his hands.**
Demo ODST: Attention assholes! Stand down, final warning!
**In the background, the three freelancers can barely make out a figure in black armor, seemingly edging their way into position.**
Demo ODST: Give us the data file now! You will be taken into custody! We can do this the easy way or the hard way! There is no escape, so give us the damn data file!
Aoric: *grunting as he levels his sniper rifle to aim it right at the head of the ODST. Before thinking better of it as he uses his good hand to keep the rifle level, while using the other hand to light up his FOF tags.*
**The soldier in black leaps down and kicks the soldiers around them off the platform. They then punch the Demo ODST away from the turret and uses it to shoot a support beam, causing the platform, and the soldiers standing on it, to collapse. Aoric deciding against firing as he sees the soldier is labled as a friendly.**
North: Get down!
**North grabs South and shields her with his body as the other platform is broken. The two then get up and look at the female operative attacking the soldiers. Aoric taking this chance to start firing his Stanchion at the troopers behind the unknown soldier.**
North: Son of a bitch.
South: What's going on?
North: *looking back up at the unknown soldier.* It's her.
South: What? What's she doing here?!
Aoric: *growling at bit as he fires on them, forcing him to fall onto his knee as he unloads the remaining rounds in his Stanchion, before he tries to back up.* This is gonna be a painful Op. *the pain in his shoulder getting worse as he fires more, before being forced to switch back to his M7S, which still hurts like hell whenever he fires. But forcing himself to stay in the fight as he's still fired on.*
**The female operative uses the turret to shoot a few soldiers who are getting too close, kicks it so it spins while firing off bullets, ducks the turret, and backflips onto the helipad. Her armor changes from black to a light blue color as she spins.**
Female operative: Okay, my turn.
**The female operative begins engaging the armed soldiers in hand-to-hand combat. Aoric struggling a bit to stay in the fight as he sees a soldier looking for a gun while the Freelancers run or flip around behind him, kicking, punching and shooting any soldier who gets in their way.**
Unknown Trooper #1: Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Oh, yes! A rifle!
Unknown Trooper #2: Uh, hey man.
Unknown Trooper #1: I'm saved!
Unknown Trooper #2: Uh, I hate to bother- *gaging as he's lit up by Aoric, as is his buddy*
**South kicking their corpses off the platform. As the Freelancers fight, Red Demo ODST can be seen on the platform getting back to his turret and aiming it at South.**
North: South, look out!
**North pushes her out of the way and gets shot several times in the chest and visor. As does Aoric, behind them as he tanks a few more rounds, before firing on the Demo ODST, though most rounds hitting the gun's armor plating.*
North: Gahhh!
South: North. NO!!
**The female operative flips backward away from the line of fire and fires a grappling hook at the turret. It latches to the front.**
Demo ODST: What the- !?
**The female operative yanks the hook backwards and the turret smacks the Demo ODST in the face. It fires beneath him, collapsing the catwalk beneath. Most of the soldiers fall to their deaths, but the Demo ODST falls on a ledge jutting out under the catwalk, and attempts to get up. South is seen helping North walk.**
South: I got you. Move!
**She tosses North against the railing rather painfully. The twins then both fire their weapons at the remaining soldiers.**
Aoric: *limping after them, about 50 meters away as he fires on those rushing at them from the base.* F- fuck.... *wincing as he tries to back up towards them.* Fuck... I hate this op.
South: Come in, command! We have wounded! You need to get us out of here, RIGHT NOW!!!
**The female operative runs behind the twins and grabs them and pushes them over the side as she lays down cover fire for Aoric**
Female operative: Come on, you two. We're leaving. *looking back to Aoric.* Nevada! Get a move on!
**She tosses herself off the edge and yanks North and South over with her.**
Aoric: *grunting as he tries to jump back, only to trip and fall down below instead.* SHIT!
**There's a moment of silence, then a loud clunk as he hits something metallic with his head. The remaining soldiers moving toward the edge. Before they can get there, a Pelican rises up, with the Freelancers on the roof.**
Female operative: *gesturing* Sorry about the mess, fellas. *As she starts walking towards a hatch in the roof, she turns on her helmet radio.* [Package is secure. Everybody on board.]
**She climbs down a ladder leading into the Pelican's troop bay. She enters the cockpit and climbs into the co-pilot's seat.**
Pilot: Somebody call for a ride?
Female operative: *irritably* You're late.
**Aoric limping towards one of the seats as he forces himself to reload his Stanchion. South helping North into a seat.**
Pilot: Ah, well, you can take it out of my tip.
**The Pelican pivots and flies off. The base explodes behind them as Aoric starts fading in and out of consciousness from all the blood he's been losing.**
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