[Hells Sniper]

Harrison shook his head. Harrison: I have a few teams down already...but the others seem to be boding well. Our good friends, Black Team made an appearance and killed one of my squads before they even dropped. Harrison paused. Harrison: Let's hope your men take the bridge, they are the only hope at taking that ship. Prepare for a wide engagement, Captain. Harrison out. Meanwhile: Jacob and Suicide Squad dropped into cover, the echo of the mass driver still ringing in their ears. Jacob: Holy fuck! Jacob yelled out as he reloaded his weapon. He heard Tye yell over the comm. Jacob: Motherfucking Nighthawk over here has a modern cannon on his side...he made quick work of one of these wraiths. Jacob rolled his eyes. Nighthawk always had tricks up his sleeves, he always had something. It was then he noticed the extra firepower coming from the warthog on the ground. Jacob smiled. Jacob: Let's push these bastards back into hell boys! Down the road... Furium and the group of bodyguards he was with were making their way up the road when they heard the round from the mass driver ring out between the buildings. Several dozen brutes howled in the distance and Furium simply fastened his pace. About halfway towards the perimeter, he removed his gravity hammer. Furium: Alright whelps. Let's prove to our Chieftain what kind of brutes he really has! Meanwhile on board a phantom: Dangerus was sitting in his passenger bay with a pack of brute shock troopers. Brute: Several filth teams have already made their way into the ship. The bridge, weapons system, shield generator, life support, and several other areas are under main fire. Brutes are doing what they can. Dangerus grunted. Dangerus: Well...let's go save my ship then.