(Girls frontline) I will always be at your side Commander! Monthlyish updates.

Roads paved with good intentions lead to hell.

¨M4, The beacons stopped moving.¨

¨Are we almost there yet?¨

¨Just another minute, we'll be practically on top of him.¨

¨Start scanning for hostiles RO, we need to get him out immediately.¨

¨None in the vicinity, we're clear for now.¨

¨Bring us down pilot.¨

¨Copy that.¨

A shadow blocks the moon light, dimming the cave, the figure is tall and dark, none of his girls.

¨Reduced to a cripple, how humiliating.¨

Hunter approaches the silent meat bag before her, a single eye glaring up at her, his hand moves and her boot comes down on it, theres a satisfying crunch of fractured bone as she scrapes his hand across the cave floor, watching his eyes strain. His left hands useless now, nevermind that it might need to be amputated, he feel's he has run out of time as his right scrabbles for the thrown away colt, his prosthetic wraps around the blook soaked handle and he brings it to bear, Hunter notices and reacts drawing her weapon just as a dry click sounds from his gun.

¨So unfortunate, you'll die suffering for that.¨

*click* *click* *click* *cl-CRACK*

¨FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YOU FUCKING COCKROACH!¨

A blinding light fills the small space, sulfur permeating the air as Krieger's eyes see white before darkening again, he turns onto his side and begins to drag his way towards the cave exit, Hunter clawing and feeling at her shattered and destroyed cheek. The sound of rotor blades entering his ears as blood streams down his face, reddening his vision, he can hear the door gunners on the blackhawk above open up as it descends.

¨YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I'll PULL OUT YOUR GUTS!¨

He turns and raises the colt, praying for a live round when the boot catches his leg and he feels it snap, a hand grabs and lifts him by the neck, his vision dims as his hand grabs and pulls feebly at the fingers closing around his throat, the cold metal of a gun jammed against his head.

¨Shoot her damnit!¨

¨I can't M4, I might hit the Commander.¨

The AR team moves in and encircles Hunter in a semicircle, her minions lying as scrap around the landing zone.

H: ¨Go ahead, I'll blow his brains out before you get me.¨

RO: ¨Let him go and we'll let you go free.¨

Sop: ¨I'll tear you limb from limb if you don't.¨

H: ¨Too late for that Griffin trash.¨

His girls are practically shapes in his eyes, the hand around his throat doesn't feel as bad now as his brain goes through its death throes, his prosthetic refuses the order to die and reaches for the frag at his belt, it pulls the pin and shoves it weakly into a slit of fabric and fake skin. Hunter utters a ¨urrk¨ as something catches in her throat realizing what he's done, she drops him to claw at the grenade and the moment line of sight is freed, the dolls open up as M4 dives onto Krieger, Hunter is shredded as the M-67 detonates, annihilating her.

She's warm and close, so close, he can feel her hands touching his neck feeling for a pulse, her lips moving soundlessly as he tries to respond but fails, the light around him seems to brighten but thats probably just the spotlight on the blackhawk, he's up now, carried by her, a face full of worry and sorrow, the last thing he feels is her tears landing on his face, hot and wet.

M4: ¨We need to go Sop, hurry.¨

S: Just one second!¨ The doll calls back, before grabbing the long gone Hunter's firearm as a war trophy, she jumps onto the deck as the transport noses it way towards home and sets off.