Delta 3-3 and dozens of other Marine callsigns are trapped inside the remnants of Storm Fire command center. Zykirians press through the base, and Marines scramble to rally themselves and hold the base...
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Knight: Lieutenant, Control is picking up Zulus with explosives in the corridor outside".
Robin: You heard him, boys. Lock and load, spray and pray, whatever it is you do that works".
Trig was up on the right machinegun mounted on the security terminal. Robin was on the left, and Knight had this .80 in the center.
To my left, a British Royal Marine, Sarge, and Ghost.
On our side, another Royal Marine, myself, and Specs.
Shuffling outside the door...
An explosive charge buckled the armored plates on the door.
And the door fell.
Thap! thap! thap! thap...!
I flipped the safety to rock 'n roll; Specs and the limey were already emptying their magazines into the mass of Zulus.
The first Zulu fell. I dropped my mag, and suddenly another charged me. I slammed my rifle against him and Specs pumped lead into him.
Knight, Robin, and Trig were all hosing down the entrance with lead hoses.
There was a dull explosion, and suddenly there were no targets. I noticed for the first time the Royal Marine at my side was dead.
Ghost called our attention,"Specs! It's the Sarge..."
Then I saw the dying flames from a Zykirian grenade next to Roje.
Then Knight hollered," No, no, it's Robin..."
Robin? Robin was invincible in our minds, he couldn't be hurt. But then I saw the hat...