Tyler Ishizawa wrote: Ishizawa held his pulse rifle at the waist and slowly crept through the hallway, following close behind 4th squad. All that could be heard were the trackers and the footsteps of the Marines. By now, his tracker was picking up what 4th squad was closing in on. While he moved forward, he looked down at his tracker, which he held in the same hand he was gripping the foregrip of the pulse rifle.
Hearing O'Brien request, Ishizawa chuckled. "Unfortunately O'Brien, since you're the only other person with a Pulse Rifle and a tracker, I need you to cover 3rd squad's rear", Ishizawa whispered back with a grin on his face.m113a12 wrote:The female locker room. Turning to face his squad leader, " Hey CPL, the contact is located in the female change room, if this turns out to be a rescue mission, i volunteer myself to make first contact. I mean there could be some total fox in trouble down there." Continuing on roll before any of the guys could get a word in edge wise, O'Brien grinned and gestured to the others. "Besides, Mongo and Johhnno are out of the running since they are both dating each other, and you have leadership responsibilites, so i guess that leaves me to take one for the team."
"I may have leadership responsibilities, but I'm an awesome multitasker. 3rd, pull down your IR Eye Pieces, keep the chatter to a minimum from now on".
"Gee CPL, you could have let me down gently. Besides, what good is a M42 in here." O'Brien said shifting the sniper weapon on its sling to make it more comfortable. Walking backwards and letting the motion tracker hang in its sling, adjusted to the correct length it sat neatly in his left hand, VP70 held at the ready in his right. Looking down at the display face on the tracker, moving it from left to right to cover the squads rear arc. "Nothing, not a damn thing, our arse end is clear so far, no contacts CPL." O'Brien relayed up to his squad leader.
Fuck, i really should have brought my tin hat. O'Brien mused to himself, regretting his decision to leave his helmet onboard the ship. Holstering his sidearm and taking up the M42 and selecting low light IR vision on the rifles scope in one smooth motion, the motion tracker hanging from its sling, he peered through the rifle's scope turning the passageway into a world of eerie green light. Sorted he thought with a slight grin, the trackers audible alarm will give me a heads up and then one well placed round from this sweetie will put an end to any problems.