Episode Four: In the Halls of the Mountain King
"Yes sir, we can do that". He whistles sharply, and makes a few hand gestures. Two more soldiers break from cover and come running over. One is immediately struck in the head through his helmet by a rifle round. A stream of blood exits the hole in his head as he topples lifelessly down on the interior side of the wall, landing with a heavy thud and crack. The other puts a hand on his helmet as he sprints, keeping low. He slides across the last 5 feet of ground to cover and more shots whiz by. He's an older man, with a creased forehead underneath a salt and pepper close cropped buzz cut. A bushy grey mustache sits under his large nose. "There better be a good Tyr damned reason why three of us got called over and why that boy just died..sir". The older soldier doesn't bother giving a salute, and nearly spits the word sir. "Sarge, they have a plan for the deaders down there". The salty old veteran maintains his annoyed expressions, but says nothing. "They need us to raid the oilman's warehouse, over on Brandywine street".
The sergeant stays kneeling for a moment more, before a tired sigh escapes him. "I see" he says, glancing back over to his former spot on the wall. "Alright... What kind of volume are we talking here?".
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