All of a sudden, there's a new voice in your headset, one you haven't heard (or seen) the whole time you've been out here, one that's strangely calm despite how fucked-up the entire battlespace is.
"Not alone you're fucking not."
He's been busy.
"There's entire fucking divisions of Overwatch in there. You go in there, you ain't coming back out."
What comes next is a little more uplifting.
"I'm two-zero mikes to your two. I'll cover your cross and tag along. One's none, two's one."
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Date: 2012-04-01 03:50 am (UTC)"Not alone you're fucking not."
He's been busy.
"There's entire fucking divisions of Overwatch in there. You go in there, you ain't coming back out."
What comes next is a little more uplifting.
"I'm two-zero mikes to your two. I'll cover your cross and tag along. One's none, two's one."