D it is!
You run away as fast as you can. After aboout one mile, they finally give up. By now, your ankle feels like spaghetti. You walk around mumbling to yourself a while when your phone calls.
It´s John.
You open the phone.
"SHIT, get down! You there, supress those targets!" screams John.
"John, whats going on?!"
"Thank god you answered! The mods have found our hideout.biz. they.biz.sbi. You haveto .... help! There to ma-!"
"John? John, answer me! Shit..."
You walk as fast as you can to the base. The base is a warzone. Mods have surronded the building with turrets, cars, and some helicopters. Worse yet, you see John lying on the ground! SHIT! manage to take a backway to the base and get to John. You pull him into cover, hurting your ankle even more in the process. John is laying completly still. You take his pulse...it´s unstable. He won´t survive long without medical aid. You do what little first aid you can on him. The pulse is alittle more stable, but he still needs medical care.
You walk up to a nearby soldier.
"Have you called for back-up?"
"No sir! It´s a waste of time, sir! The mods are hitting us down too strong, sir! I called for extraction, sir!"
"Stop calling me sir, and get back to fighting!"
You crouch-walk back to John.
"It´s okay, John, you´re gonna make it!"
John doesn´t respond.
You see someone in the battlefield... it´s Chuck! He´s getting his ass handed to him! If you don´t help him, things could get nasty! But John needs your attention too!
A:Go help Chuck.
B:Stay with John