" The throat has been slit with a knife, thoroughly. The trail seems to head towards the door. Whoever did this was in a hurry." Alice spoke slowly but was suddenly very professional, it seems that her anxiety was gone now. " Any incriminating markings, or insignias." You ask putting two and two together. " No I guess while just have to wait and see.
You decide to go back out and regroup. The Ranger approaches you taking off his hat to scratch his head in stress. He began to speak only to be interrupted by a round striking him in the heart, you couldn't do anything he was gone you grabbed his tags and took cover behind a house Sgt. More ordered to fall back to the large building behind the town. He flung the door open, John tied a bouquet to the door knob, as well as placing a mine on the staircase. You picked the lock to the top floor, then relocked it, you all sit in the dark waiting , you peer out the window to see the men were Fiends. You all took positions and layed down a field of fire bringing down a considerable portion of the ranks. This didn't matter as more came in to fill in their ranks. Laying down suppressive fire on you as well, this continued for seemingly ever until you ran out of rifle ammo, leaving you with a shotgun.
More asks John for a grenade, he then obliges him and hands him the grenade. "I'm going to give you all time, figures something out... good luck." he walks downstairs and fires on the group with a handgun until that ran dry as well. He grabbed the frag and attempted to throw it when it blew up in his hand, severing is arm. The men simply stepped over the slowly dying man. You waited for one after another the men to walk up the stairs to begin laying into them with your shotgun as the others continued to do what they could about the group. The men eventually stopped charging as you ran out of ammo, the head of this raiding party walked calmly in with an entourage of guards. You could surrender and save the lives of your comrades, or fight your way out. Or you could betray your comrades and offer to join the fiends.
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