The GM wrote:"Self destruct sequence initiated. Self destruct in...four...minutes...fifty...seconds. Abandon ship. Abandon ship. Warning self destruct sequence initiated. Self destruct in...four...minutes...thirty...eight...seconds. Warning..."
"Shit. So much for the search." Morrison thought.
Hearing that was the final straw. He was leading his menout- even if that meant not completing the mission, after all, it's better to be judged by twelve, then carried by six.
"Ma'm- I'm getting my people out of here. I haven't seen anything yet, I haven't heard anything yet- I'm not wasting my time with this anymore." Morrisn said over the command frequence.
On his way out towards the door, he stopped at Pyro's body, only to retreive the dogtag in Pyro's boot.
"Second squad! Listen up! We are leaving, marines! Doesn't mean that everything is fine and dandy- I want you to keep your eyes and wits sharp! Slow is smooth, smooth is fast!" He yelled over his squads comnet.
He could feel his throat getting sore after all the yelling he had done lately, but he couldn't help it- the new guys had done well, ut he didn't know their strenghts or weaknesses yet.
But as soon as they got back onboard the 'Costa' he had some brandy tucked away- that would raise spirits, numb sore throats, and bodies.
(OOC: All soldiers in modern conflicts usually carry three or four sets of dogtags- one round the neck, and one in each boot.)