"Thanks," Gordon says tersely. "Jan? Where the hell are you?"
There's a burst of weapons fire that takes Gordon a moment to sort out- he's hearing it both over the radio and down the corridor. A moment later the muzzle of an SMG rounds the corner, followed by the majority of an Australian, and then by Jan and his own weapon. "Do we have to answer that?" asks Ten Boom.
Gordon just eyes him briefly. "Status, then."
"Weren't that many Stalkers in the quarters," says Jimbo. "Don't imagine they keep a day/night schedule anyway. We put 'em down. Looked like a quarter, maybe a third the number you'd need to run this place."
"And we think we found where the soldiers are kept after all," says Jan. "It isn't far."
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Date: 2011-07-03 11:39 pm (UTC)There's a burst of weapons fire that takes Gordon a moment to sort out- he's hearing it both over the radio and down the corridor. A moment later the muzzle of an SMG rounds the corner, followed by the majority of an Australian, and then by Jan and his own weapon. "Do we have to answer that?" asks Ten Boom.
Gordon just eyes him briefly. "Status, then."
"Weren't that many Stalkers in the quarters," says Jimbo. "Don't imagine they keep a day/night schedule anyway. We put 'em down. Looked like a quarter, maybe a third the number you'd need to run this place."
"And we think we found where the soldiers are kept after all," says Jan. "It isn't far."