The Drop

The Brother

Kyden was the first one to touch down. He miscalculated his landing, causing his pod to smash into the side of a building. I went flying past him, landing in the small grass patch in front of the building about a block and a half down. Before the door was even off, I had my SMG in my hands, DMR on my back, and my SOCOM in its holster on my thigh. As the door blasted off, Kyden was in my ear, "hey Rome," "What Den?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "Ya got two grunters at 7 O'Clock." "And your point is?" I asked. "Calm down girl, I know it's your time of the month but try and act nice." He said as I rounded my pod, I spotted the first lil grunt. Then I noticed, it was a spec-ops stormer. I blasted him in the head with my suppressed SMG, his head blown to bits, his partner not noticing his fallen partner. "Does all of humor contain opposite sex jokes?" I said as I shot the other grunt in the methane tank, causing it, along with the grunt attached to it, to explode. "No, just most of 'em." He replied with a chuckle. "Well, you failed to notice that those little fucks where STORMERS!" I yelled into my com. "So what, what difference does it make?" he scoffed. "The difference it makes," I replied, "Is that if there are two storm grunts, that means  there are at least two storm lances on this FUCKING BLOCK ALONE!!!!!" I screamed into my mic. "Oops." He replied. "Sometimes it amazes me how  you haven't been shot by ANY thing all these years." I replied. "Because I have you, big bwubber." He said. I started to reply but was cut off by the sound of 'Den yelling and his battle rifle going off.