[Hells Sniper]

Harrison nodded as he passed along a PDA to one of his officers on the desk. Harrison: Roger that, Captain. I'll be on my way shortly. Just checking in with my last few teams. Expect my arrival shortly, Harrison out. With that Harrison cut the comm line and looked at his roster for the unaccounted teams. One caught his eye. Harrison: LT, get me a line to Sergeant Athios. Athios: This is Sergeant Athios, sir! Harrison: Sergeant, status? Athios: En route back to the ship, sir. We were on our way to reinforce the teams engaging the Trust forces, but fell back once we heard the call. All members accounted for. Harrison could hear some murmuring in the background. Athios: Sir, any word on our wounded? Harrison: Two still in critical, Sarge. Once this overflow of wounded are taken care of, you are more than welcomed to see your friends. Athios: Thank you, sir. Harrison: Of course. Harrison out. Harrison stood up from his chair, attaching his PDA to his hip and making sure his radio was properly connected to his ear. He grabbed his cup of coffee of his desk and began to walk to the elevator. Harrison: Murphy you have the bridge. Harrison stepped into the elevator and hit the hangar bay button, intent on heading to the King Raven. Meanwhile: Liam kept walking until he eventually made his way to the medbay. Inside he saw Savannah standing there, listening to a nurse talk to them about Emma and William. Liam waited until Savannah to join him and once she did, they began walking to the armory. Savannah: William's lucky he's alive. Emma is fine. I dropped Jessica off with Lyle a few minutes ago. Liam looked at Savannah. Savannah: Eight hours. Liam nodded as they continued on to the armory. Liam: And you? Savannah: I'm solid boss. Liam smiled as they entered the elevator and headed down to the Risk-Takers armory. Meanwhile: Jacob had already arrived at the general armory as he began to lay his weapons and equipment out across the table. In front of him were a few grenades, his sniper rifle, his magnum and a few spare magazines for each. He went over the mission in his head. One sniper clip left, out of eight. 42 rounds because they were all extended. Jacob shook his head and picked up the magnum. It was damaged and he didn't have the energy or the time to fix it. He tossed it into the repair area on the table and turned around, looking at the weapon rack. He walked up and down it a few times, glancing over each weapon until finally he grabbed an assault rifle and placed it on his table. Jacob knew things were going to get hectic and he wanted the weapons to make sure he'd stay alive. He walked away from the table for a few more seconds, going to look at the knives.