[Nate's still pressed against a wall of the building, hands covering his head as the wood splinters around him, torn apart by the bullets that are trying to get at him. A few of them manage to grave him but really, when hasn't that happened? Then something bursts into chunks nearby and he has to peek his head out to see what's the source. Rockets, really? Shoving himself back down behind the wall, he thinks of what to do, fires off a few shots at least when he notices some of the sentries getting too close to him. What to do, what to do.
Bang. He jerks forward when he hears a shot ring throughout the camp, takes in a few breaths to realize that it's one of theirs, noticing the sudden thump nearby as a result of it. There's relief on his face at that because his eyes immediately go to where the source is, voice reading loud and clear over the airwaves.
About damn time, Sully chimes in from his end. There's another shot from the Brit and one more from Sully who's on the nearby cliff, and Nate can see a path. A small grin and he jumps over the barricade, moves to get to a safer spot.]
Harry Flynn, you flawless bastard. [Which of course, can be read as 'thanks'. And it's nice, knowing that his back's being watched on two different sides as he makes his way to Sully, getting ready to regroup and meet for that higher ground he was talking about earlier. He's not that concerned about what kind of guy Lazarevic is, because if they don't get caught, then why should he? ]
Almost... [Pulling himself onto a cliff face, he fires a few more rounds, ducks behind some sandbags. A glance to Harry on his right, then Sully on his left and he fixes his earpiece. They've managed to lower the number of guards around, and it's only a matter of time before more show up, so logic says...] What do you say we get out of here, guys?
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Bang. He jerks forward when he hears a shot ring throughout the camp, takes in a few breaths to realize that it's one of theirs, noticing the sudden thump nearby as a result of it. There's relief on his face at that because his eyes immediately go to where the source is, voice reading loud and clear over the airwaves.
About damn time, Sully chimes in from his end. There's another shot from the Brit and one more from Sully who's on the nearby cliff, and Nate can see a path. A small grin and he jumps over the barricade, moves to get to a safer spot.]
Harry Flynn, you flawless bastard. [Which of course, can be read as 'thanks'. And it's nice, knowing that his back's being watched on two different sides as he makes his way to Sully, getting ready to regroup and meet for that higher ground he was talking about earlier. He's not that concerned about what kind of guy Lazarevic is, because if they don't get caught, then why should he? ]
Almost... [Pulling himself onto a cliff face, he fires a few more rounds, ducks behind some sandbags. A glance to Harry on his right, then Sully on his left and he fixes his earpiece. They've managed to lower the number of guards around, and it's only a matter of time before more show up, so logic says...] What do you say we get out of here, guys?