[Dark-F137]

Dark slowly stood, glaring at Desmond. He picked up his DMR off of the ground, checking the ammo counter. "Seven..." He read aloud, just outside of the Vulture's line of fire. He didn't care. He slowly walked out of the way, his holding his DMR loosely at his side. "Oh brother, thou hath betrayed me..." He said. After the fire had ended, he and Jesse regrouped on Tye, just in time to hear the news. "Savannah is dead?" He asked himself quietly. "Sir... I am awaiting orders." He said. The medic stood. "How's your Sergeant?" Traiuson asked, his M7 SMG in his hands now. He had a balaclava on him, but he had lowered that so it hung around his neck. Jesse sighed as he jogged over to Robertson, sighing. "Doc. How is he?" "He'll live if we can get him EVACed. Soon. Same goes for her. That was a pretty nasty wound. Sniper rifle round I'm guessing?"