The Lieutenant raised an eyebrow at this new armoured soldier. This must be a product of one of the HAMF's annoying experiments to make "the perfect Marine." But this was no time for being annoyed. They were under serious fire. Rebels were popping out of nowhere and dousing the area with bullets. He'd already lost two men. He cleared his mind. "Thomas! Jareen! Kyles!" he yelled. "Get your heavies primed, get clear of this wall, and lay some smackdown on those buildings! Warren, Pare, Jones, Rico, cover them! Kevlill, hit the roof and be our guardian angel. New guy, take some of our riflemen and a support gunner and flank this building! The rest of you, on me!" Chalk 22B, along with their new addition, split up as ordered, trying to avoid getting socked by the rounds that the frantically loyal rebels were spraying everywhere. With a wave of his left arm, he led the remainder of his men forward across the intersection toward the cover of the other building. The support gunners, armed with AK567SAWs and chainguns, covered not only them, but the heavy-weapons specialists as they readied their I2 Light Laser Cannons. The Lieutenant aimed his rifle as best he could given the situation, and popped off semiautomatic shots at the rebel positions in the buildings. FHWOOM! One of the LLCs fired. The Lieutenant heard the monstrous explosion as the meter-long laser blast smashed into the farthest building, but did not see it. Good thing there were plenty of derelict cars around for cover. He waved his hand across the tangle of vehicles. Some of his men ran to take positions behind them. Meanwhile, the Lieutenant pressed himself against the corner. Two LLCs went off at the same time. The ground quaked as more of the buildings lost chunks of themselves. The Lieutenant heard the massive explosion that could only be a K2E Archer anti-materiel sniper rifle being fired. Kevlill was in position. "Sir," Kevlill's voice came over the SQUADCOM, "I'm seeing a convoy of supply trucks and heavy vehicles approaching objective from the north. We may need to designate airstrike." The Lieutenant cursed. "Let 'em see their prize go boom." "Roger that, sir. I am uploading TACVIEW to your HUD now." A small screen showed up in the left upper corner of the Lieutenant's HUD. He could now see what Kevlill was seeing, which was the large, warehouse-like armoury with the convoy fast approaching the entrance. A designate-status meter was fast approaching maximum. Quickly, the Lieutenant roused the COM. "North flank, north flank," he said. "Be advised that an airstrike is coming down on objective. Recommend immediate move to-" BAAHHHOOM! It felt like the entire city did a bunny hop. The TACVIEW momentarily dissolved into static as the armoury was shattered by a Z129 orbit-to-surface ballistic missile, then returned to the sight of the adamantine explosion that had taken the building's place. Various cheers and impressed "Damn!"s came over the Lieutenant's SQUADCOM. REACH UAC ARMOURY disappeared off his HUD. "Sir," the new arrival said. "We are in position to move in to the north building. Permission to proceed." A bullet shattered the wall directly over the Lieutenant's head, momentarily taking his concentration away from him. He shook his head to regain competency. "Permission granted," the Lieutenant said. "We will move in behind you to clean up the stragglers from that convoy."