USCMRPG

Earth
Cedar Groove, NY
Outside main gate, Cultist HQ
Mission timer: 00:12:30

The Marines held their ground well. The fire from inside the building gradually died out. Suddenly it stopped completely. For a few seconds it was eerily quiet and the Marines exchanged curious looks while quickly changing magazines in their M41 pulse rifles.

Then the Marines heard a blood chilling cry. It sounded like a choir, but a choir of people being burned alive. The sound increased in crescendo and suddenly the first cultist came out of the door. His face was painted in a strange black pattern, his head was shaved and his face was twisted from a totally crazed look. He wore a pair of black pants and in his right hand a huge ceremonial dagger flashed menacingly. Behind him several other cultists came running. All of them screaming at the top of their lungs with madness flaring from their eyes.

Ronald frowned and look at the others, he felt bad about slaughtering people but now it got silly for him. He check his ammonation and reloaded his smartgun if needed as he talked to his grand leader Steel.

"Sir, are you sure we are killing humans not and not some freaking monkeys? And oh by the way I want that knife alright guys? He tried to laugh but he couldnt, he wasnt a freaking monster yet and then aimed his gun at the leader and pressed his buttom, doing his best to fill the "leader" of the cultists with so many bullets as possible.

In the back of Ronald head he still dreamt of hot chocolate, nobody in the whole world could understand how much he craved for just one hot cup of chocolate milk.

"Sir, are you sure we are killing humans not and not some freaking monkeys? And oh by the way I want that knife alright guys?"

"To be honest Pvt Green by the way they act they certainly aren't part of the human race!" replied Lt Cpl Steel then he paused and watched as the lead cultist came screaming out of the door closely followed by the rest of the screaming goup.

Taking aim he gently pulled the trigger of his underslung grenade launcher, and watched as it arced towards the oncoming cultists. He had tried to aim it so that it landed in the midst of the oncoming group but realised that he'd be lucky to get them all.

"Pour it on marines! Honeysett pick your targets! Green cut them down!" he said to his fellow squad members and triggered his own weapon at the closest moving enemy.

"Pick my own targets sir? Thankyou" Laughed Jacob, he started firing a small burst at the head and upper torso of every cultist that got too close to any of the marines so they could bring their knives into play.

As soon the leader was done Ronald would start shooting at them, cutting down the closest one, like always he didnt lift a finger to save ammonation, he just kept the buttom pressed releasing bullets over and over again, still trying to not overheat his poor gun.

Taking a break from shooting, Jacob tossed a fresh ammo clip over to Ronald , "Don't forget, 250 bullets isn't a lot to that gun when fired like that" he yelled, resuming his own firing, short controlled bursts...

"Get some of this!" yelled Nick at those cultists still standing. He picked his targets carefully, letting each enemy have a quick burst before switching aim to the nearest cultist.

"God, I love being a marine!" he muttered to himself as he grinned maniacally at the chaos and mayhem caused by his squad.