Myles went over to a window and began firing at the converging rebels.
"Well, seems like we get to play King of the Hill with some angry FFH goons.
Myles looked over at Eric and winked.
"This is where the fun part starts."
"Good spot, Eric. Replan, Josh, see if you can get a good sniping position and take out the guards at the windows. Trin, Eric, and I can take out the ground guards and support Foxtrot."
"Good to have you in, Josh. Josh, Eric, Trin: Let's try to group up. Team assault, all four of us can support Foxtrot. The more of us, the less of them. The less of them, the less time it takes to bring down the Nine of Diamonds. Whaddya say, guys?"
Myles started smiling. Softly. Unsettlingly.
"Alright fellows, I guess it's time to start things up."
He strolled down the hill.
One revolver was unholstered. Two rebels were made aware of his presence. Two shots were fired. Two holes were made in two heads. Two bodies fell over limp...
"Well Eric, 6k is quite a long way. He's about 2k away. The time it takes him to do recon and signal us should be at least enough time to hike 4k or 5k. Do we really want to be late for Nine of Diamonds own farewell party?"
Myles saw Joshua, and smirked in his general direction.
"Well, the gang's all here."
He looked towards the target, and turned sharply to look at his fellow squad members.
"What are we waitin' for, gents?"
With that, he strolled off towards the target.
"Indigo-3, did you see what happened to Indigo-2 (Trin)? We lost contact with him after the transmission that his rip cord wasn't pulling."
Myles tapped against the tree in what can only be assumed was nervousness. He pulled out his handgun, leaving his revolver holstered until the time was...
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