The armored fighting squad stood, shoulder to shoulder. The night black of their darksteel glistening against the dim red light. The plane shook slightly, and the sound of explosives popping in air came through the thin metal hull. Caltrops got up and crossed to the plane door, sliding it open. The scene was unfamiliar, but Caltrops still knew he'd done it before. Though he recognized many of the memories as they were, he still couldn't believe them all. "Jamais Vu, I suppose." Caltrops thought, turning to the soldiers. Caltrops was stuck in charge of them. The nameless five. "Alright!" Caltrops yelled over the sound of flak and exploding what not. "We're about to fly over the drop zone. Make sure you have your parachutes on and not a goddamn picnic bag. I'd like to avoid losing this armor if possible." He called out, looked at the shielded masks. A few checked their packs, but the rest didn't flinch. Caltrops looked back out the door. There had been maybe fifty planes before. Now he could only see maybe twenty. The light made no signs of turning green. "Fuck it, I'm calling it early! There's no way our forces will be strong enough if we keep waiting like this." Caltrops bellowed, urging the troops out the hatch. The first one hesitated, looking at the others. "Move it! We don't have time to wait to hit the drop zone. Just head further east." Caltrops yelled. There was another moment of hesitation before the paratrooper leaped. The rest followed in quick succession until only Caltrops was left. He made his way to the cockpit, where the pilot and co-pilot were unconscious. The gunner had climbed down to steer. "Hey! Our guys have already jumped. We gotta go!" Caltrops called out. The gunner looked at Caltrops. "I don't have a chute!" The woman cried out. "There's a spare back here. Come on!" Caltrops gestured for her to follow. He made his way to the rear of the plane where a jeep was. It
