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Rpex turned at the sounds of another person talking. He saw a man there holding a M8 to his new companion. He walked silently behind the man his PP-93 in one hand and his knife in the other. Rpex pressed the gun to the mans back and said, "Give me a reason" pressing the gun even more in the guy's back.
Max felt a gun pressed to his back. He raised his hands into the air, letting his M8 swing.
"I'd rather not give you a reason. Lets not be hasty and talk this through, shall we?"
Rpex put away his gun but keep his hand near it just in case. "Who are you?" He asked looking around making sure the place was still clear. It was for now, but he came to know that it never stayed this way for long.
Max turned around and sized up Rpex. He answered, pointing at the words sewn to his uniform at the same time.
"Sergent Max Cardagew, United States Army Sniper. You?"
Max glanced over his shoulder to make sure the woman wasn't doing anything funny. He wasn't expecting to find anyone else that was human out here. He was lucky that he woke up when he did, ten minutes later, and he would have been stuck alone with his dead teammates.
"Rpex 3rd SHD", he said, "Since your here help me load some ammo in the bags" Rpex turned around careful to mark the new guys movments. He reentered the tent and went back to work on puting the ammo in the bag they had to leave soon or they would be surrounded.
Max begins to pack the ammo into the bag, making sure to pack plenty of 5.56 rounds.
"Your part of the Special Hot Drop, eh? What is that like? I her stories, but they are always from the guy who likes to tell stories. Very bad stories."
Rpex continued to put ammo in the bags, he didn't speak for a long time. When he finally talked he spoke in a rough voice like someone who had too little sleep, "We are exactly as the name suggest we get placed in hot spots, usually from a helicopter. One time i got dropped from a plane, a halo jump. Anyway we go in and destory everything or secure a package in a heavy hostile area. Ever been through a place that was littered with dead bodys of the enemy that was proble us." He finished his little tell and picked up the two bags full of ammo. "Grab your bags we have to go, they are close." He said walking out of the tent.
Max let his M8 hang and he pulled out his Desert Eagle and swung the bag over his shoulder. He walked out of the equipment tent. Looking around, he saw movement. Max raised his pistol and let off a booming shot, splattering the mutant.
"Looks like we are just in time for the party." He says, scanning the area again. "Lets say we get out of here before we start to hang with the wrong crowd."
Max fired off two rounds at a few shadows, but neither shot seemed to have any real effect. He flipped a lens down over one eye and activated the infrared.