Mary Finnegan:
"Every last one of you hold fast," Finnegan said firmly. "They're no threat so long as we stay buttoned up and the last thing we want to do is open fire on civilians."
Civilians armed with all sorts of gashy and clubby looking things, but still nominally civilians. What could they really do against the armor though? God, what if one of them had a Molotov? Or worse one of those...what were they called?
"Everyone hold fast," she repeated. "Sergeant Major? Do you see anyone with a... a..." Tanya's going to have a bloody field day with this one. "Er, with a rocket on a stick?"
Tanya smiled and shook her head in disbelief,
"RPG's ma'am?"
Mary Finnegan:
The savage hammering rips of automatic weapons fire battered her ears. Inside the vehicle the impacts were especially brutal. "Wha- Cease fire, damn your hide! Cease fire!" It was doubtful if her voice would even be heard over the weapons fire.
Hearing the firing from inside the vehicle and the shout from Finnegan, Tanya grabs on to one of the metal handholds and kicks her leg at Katka's hand holding her rifle.
"What the fuck is yer malfunction bitch? You heard the commander, check yer goddamned fire!"
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