Whoever survived against them would be hunting for stragglers. Before they got too deep for coms to reach them they could hear most of the other attack squads pull out. Now all that was left this far into the base were techs too weak to fight or officers too cowardly to die. For slaving scum, they fought hard and forced him and his to pay with blood for every inch. The Batarian’s had sent nearly all their guards to try and stop his team's infiltration, along with the attacks all over this shit hole rock.
It was over before it could really begin. Behind him, he could hear the bursts of fire from his men’s rifles. Firing wildly with his shotgun he barely took the time to confirm targets. Not allowing the four-eyed bastards a second to get their bearings he launched himself into the room. It slid open with a slight jerk, the machines making enough noise to alert the inhabitants of the control room. Nodding to what was left of his squad they got into position on either side of the door.Īs soon as they were set up he reached out and hit the door’s control. He heard the door give a soft beep as the haptic lock switched from red to green. The heat contrasted with the climate control of his helmet, giving him the unpleasant sensation of being too cold and too hot at the same time.
In the back of his neck, he could feel his amp burning. If they wanted any chance at getting out of this bunker alive they needed to get to the communications array held inside. John took a steadying breath as Rodriguez worked on the door.
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