USCMRPG

Earth
Cedar Groove, NY
Top floor, Cultist HQ
Mission timer: 00:12:30

The Marines moved down the stairs on single column. The smoke was clearing slowly. Multiple bodies of Cultist laid in a heep as they reached the bottom of the third pair of stairs. A few of them moaning and moving slightly. They where all dressed in the same black mysterious robes as they dead brethren from the corridor above. Blood had spattered up on the white chalked walls and the smell of burnt cordite burnt in the Marines nostrils.

Four cultists where dead and two where badly wounded and probably dying from a quick first look. They all used some kind of assault rifle, main made up of plastics. They didn't seem to have any body armor, quite contrary most of them where bare breasted and just wore black cloth pants and black boots.

Suddenly Bojans motiontracker came to life again. But the Marines already heard how the elevator plinged and the doors opened a couple of stairs above them. "Spread out...find them. Kill them all. Kill the ones who have tainted our temple!" a hysterical female voice screamed above them.

Morrison could once again feel the adrenaline rise. This was not good, something had to be done.

"Gagarin, you stay here, reload the maneater, provide overwatch. Carter- you check the wounded- disarm and stabilize- we need those prisoners!"

Then he looked up the staircase, and turned his shoulderlight off.

Damn.

"Bojan- you're with me. We go up there, shoot them to pieces, and disable that elevator. And then we come down here, and continue merrily downwards. Questions?" Morrison didn't wait for an answer as he chambered a buckshot round in his weapon, and started slowly walking up the stairs- keeping himself low, and his weapon trained up the stairs- finger on the trigger.

Kill Bodies, he thought on his way up the dark stairs, ready to shoot at anything that moved.

Bojan replied, "Coming sir. How are we gonna attack? Lower ground isn't such a good idea is it as well as being stuck for a retreat and not much cover?"

AstroBoy wrote:Bojan replied, "Coming sir. How are we gonna attack? Lower ground isn't such a good idea is it as well as being stuck for a retreat and not much cover?"

"Nope," Morrison replied "not as far as grenades go. But other then that- they're in the same seat at us- squished up in a narrow bloody staircase. So we take it anyway we can. Just stay frosty, and alert. Don't forget that we're the best! And Kill Bodies!"

Let's just hope that they don't have grenades.... or bodyarmor.

Morrison started to climb the stairs again, driplets of sweat trickling down his face.

What's up with this fuckin' temperature...?

Gagarin muttered a colorfull curse as he once again knelt down in the limited cover provided in the staircase and got to reloading and making ready. He threw a glance at the torn up, broken and bloody cultist bodies, some of then only barely alive.
"Let them bleed... let them hurt..." Gagarin hizzed under his breath at Carter as he slamed the feederhatch om the MG down and secured it.