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<:: Walter man, come on...we gotta' go! Those fuckin' coats'll be on us soon!
<:: I know...I know! We can't let this get into their hands though. No matter what. It has he be purged.
Walter manically typed away at a portable datapad, a standard issue for an unit but it was very obviously modified. I mean hell - there were even entire chipsets just sticking out the damn thing. The piece of shit had to do, though. Combine symbols zipped past the screen before the man went to pull the plug out from the terminal. Gunfire began to ring out again in the outpost as it continued to be overran...
<:: Shit - they f -
A sharp bang echoed through the confined hallways as the unit's faceplate was caved in and brain matter blew out the other end. Another rogue down for the cause.
Walt scrambled for the sidearm by the datapad and fired out a shot, it pierced the neck of a man clad in all black combine attire...blood pulsed out their jugular as they grabbed for it...and Walter made a mad dash -.....they looked through the distorted nightvision of their mask and the smoke that soon followed with more men in black trenchcoats. He narrowed his eyes...the drive lay right on the floor as one of the men clad in black picked up the drive and looked it over as his companions fired off in Walter's direction. One drive in the hands of Walter, the other in their hands...he wasn't even sure what information went to which drive...shit....
