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*Jordan shook his head to clear it. Then is suddenly dawn on him of where he was. He was on the ground. He got up and then went back to the door way. Shaking his head one more to stop the world from spinning and the ringing in his ear's, He looked towards his squad. He saw Mutt and Niina slowly making there way towards the top floor Stair way. He then looked towards where Runt was. Just in time to see her Get hit. He frowned And watch her make her way toward's Him. He looked at the Building. He then checked his wrist computer to see where all the squads were. none of them on the left half. He then Radio through the Comms to the Ship* "Gunnery Command. We are getting Hammered Down here. Level a Part of the left section. Area alpha niner twenty-six" "Gunnery Command hear. We need call sign to comfirm" *Jordan then frowned and spoke* "Call Sign Tank" *He waited a couple seconds and then got what he wanted. A small section of the Building was then leveled by the supporting fire of the command Ship. He then grabed a speical "Boom-boom" he made personally. And he loved setting them off.* "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" *He tossed in the small 20Cm stick. He then curled up on the wall he was hiding behind. Then Suddenly a very loud BANG! happened. Blowing out the windows for about 10 meter's both ways He smiled under his face mask and spoke through the Comms'* "This is Tank. Breaching Breaching!" *He took a deep breath and ran in the door way.*

*Upon entering the building he was greeted by a bloody scene. He smiled at the efect's of the "boom-boom" Grande. It made awful Spaltter Damdge. The ground was just covered in Guts and skin piece's And then suddenly He was underfire from Snipers on the upper level. He quickly rolled behind a crate. But not before getting hit in the leg by a laser.* "FUCK!" *He then checked his leg and saw it starting to bleed. he then grabbed a bottle of Bio-foam and then stuck in it the hole and pressed the button to make the foam come out. It stung like a Bitch but it would hold him out for the next couple of hours. He then Spoke in the Comms* "Runt Stay by the door way till I am able to give you some covering fire." *He then switch channels toward Mutt and Niina* "I need snipers taken out on the top level. And quicky!"

In the time it took her to get from one spot of cover to the next, she could see that...whatever his name was that she was supposed to be with was up off the ground already. Whatever his name was, as she was calling him in her head since she couldn't remember his name, seemed to be a good deal more resilient than the thin ermine girl at the moment. She was panting, for each new step put more pressure and thus more pain on that wound in her lower abdomen, making her wince anew each time. She was quite grateful to have her back to cover as she felt the explosions from something she couldn't see, her nose twitching at the scent of her own blood.

"Jeezfuck, is he frickin' retarded...he tells me to stick with him, then doesn't even bother to ensure that I'm fine or not or even wait for me when I get fuckin' hit."

She murmurs to herself on the fly, flitting between cover with the grace of...something she couldn't complete her own analogy with. Pain kept blanking her memory anew with each step, at times even causing her vision to white out, hot bile churning in her stomach, threatening to rise in her throat. Had he spoken sooner, she would have gladly stayed by the doorway, yet he caught her too late as she entered the building. The only thing that saved her from sniper fire was the fact that she stepped on guts as she tried to stop, sending her sliding across the floor and through a door on the opposite wall. Despite staying on her feet, she was shocked by a warm body stopping her forward motion, bringing her to reality with a fresh dose of pain.

Before her stood a surprisingly whole religious nut that hadn't been caught in the blast, too close to raise his rifle and put a shot through her brain, but he did do what came natural. His hands came up, hitting her shoulders and giving a shove that sent the ermine back a step, rebounding her off the wall as he took a step back to raise his rifle. He didn't move far enough, however, as he had shoved such a small girl far too hard. She rebounded forward three steps to his one, the man reaching down for a pistol, her own fallen to the floor when she'd hit the wall and the pain had spiked to phenomenal levels. As his hand dropped, Lissa did the first thing to come to her mind as her stomach churns like a washing machine on spin cycle.

She puked.

It can't be pleasant in the slightest to have steaming hot ermine vomit splattering one in the face, especially not with the gurgling wail coming from the man before her. What came next had to be even worse, as between heaves, Runt lances forward with her jaws spread wide. Just as the second wave hits her throat, her sharp little teeth latch onto religious nut throat and clamp down for just a moment before relaxing her hold. As his face clears of the hot, reeking mess, he begins to suck in a breath to emit the pained cry at the teeth in his throat, yet all he manages to do is inhale the next volley of steaming sick straight into his lungs through the new airholes. Drowning via ermine vomit had to be one of the worst ways to die for a religious nut who hated animorphs, Lissa's collapse backwards as her jaws clamp down a bit harder ripping the throat from the body, but also pulling the body over, as well, almost atop her, had she not had the mind to pull herself a bit to the side. Writhing upon the ground, clawing at his throat for a moment, the man tries once to go for his pistol, yet even as he turns his eyes, the last heave and bit of sick that would come from Lissa's gut splatters into his face, the stomach acid in the last bit likely burning his opened eyes, for a wheeze from the gore that had been his throat that should have been a scream leaves the man before he goes mercifully still. With a grin and a quick check to ensure the room was empty, the ermine grins dizzily and cues her mike, speaking quietly, a bit haltingly as she heaves a few more times just from the taste, glad nothing else came up, reaching to retrieve her pistols from near the body.

"Sc...scratch one more...quite messy, too. G...gonna be a f...funny story when we gets back home."

*Jordan was doing his best to stay covered from the sniper fire. When he saw Runt come running in to the hall and then go sliding in to another room. If any other time he would of found the sitution competely hallrious. But it wasnt one of those time's. He was worried about her. From the room he just seen her go sliding in to And trying to duck from enemy sniper fire at the same time he was trying to get a visual, But getting no luck.* "Runt! This is Tank. Do you copy?" *He got no reply.* "Runt. This is Tank do you copy?" *He still didnt get a reply. Either her comm's where knocked out or worse he then swtich channels for Niina and Mutt* "Tiger, Mutt. We may have a possable man down. Take out those sniper's so i can check it to see if Runt is still alive and breathing. She might need Medivac" *He didnt even wait to hear their reply he then swtiched back to the Main channel for The ship and the Captian to hear* "This is 1st Lt Jordan Call sign Tank. Possable need of Medivac. Stand By" *He then waiting for those snipers to be taken out*

The noise coming through Louis's earpiece was a confusion of screams and frantic shouts. He couldn't see most of what was happening on the down on the ground level, but it was clear the situation was desperate.

His mind raced as he struggled to gauge the battle as a whole. On the tarmac below him some of the invaders were using their beetles for cover as they engaged his fellow congregation members from a distance. Even more frightening, from what he could tell a small group of the Godless had made it into the spaceport.

There was only one thing Louis could think to do. "Fall back to Terminal A!" he shouted into his radio, "Fall back and we'll regroup there! Everyone who can, fall back to Terminal A!"

Helen and he fell back from the window and made for the door out of the control room. Terminal A was the main terminal in the spaceport, a vast and mostly empty space that Tom Lightauer -- a construction contractor before God's Call -- had cleared of kiosks and furniture to provide clear fields of fire around the island of spaceline check-in booths. What had been the departure terminal was now a killing zone with a makeshift fortress at its heart.

"No one'll be able to sneak up on us there," Louis said, to reassure himself as much as Helen. "We'll shoot 'em down if they try." They didn't have to win this battle all by their lonesomes, He reflected as he ran the two hundred yards down the hall to Terminal A, trailed by his wife and a growing group of other camo-clad True Lifers. They only had to hold on long enough to give the reinforcements time to come up, and then they'd send these demons back to wherever the hell they'd came from.

And Terminal A would be his Last Stand.

"Jus' gotta hold out. I'll be fine in a li'l bit. Jus' gotta hold out for a li'l while."

She nods tiredly, swallowing quite hard, the ermine slowly pushing herself up to her feet with the help of the wall. She'd holstered her pistols, taking the pistol off the dead nutjob she'd puked on, picking up his rifle, as well. She ensured that she wasn't going to blow her own head off with a shot from it, then began to use it as a sort of crutch for her left side. She carried the nutjob's pistol in her right hand, her eyes closing for a moment as she reaches to cue her mike, her fingers fumbling for a moment before she finds the right area. She clicks over to the right channel, licking her sooty lips with a dry tongue as she leans against a wall.

"Yo, Tank, Mutt...anybody? Hello? Fuck...broke it when my head smashed off the wall, apparently."

She raps her hand off the side of her helmet, unsure what the hell was wrong with her equipment at the moment, but she was damn sure what was wrong with her. She was slowly but surely bleeding out from that hole in her abdomen. She didn't have anything on her...not even a bandage, much less that stuff the others used to patch holes. She hadn't yet gotten another pack after losing her last in a frantic battle some time back. She couldn't remember when at the moment, only knowing that her panties were uncomfortably moist and sticky. Her pants and the shirt beneath her armored vest, too, were becoming sticky and uncomfortable near her wound, the ermine limping towards the door, putting her back to the wall again.

She heaves again, stomach churning, her world spinning around her feet for a moment before she shakes off the effects and bothers to look down. She cursed as she looked at herself, for it looked to the untrained eye as if she'd pissed herself. To anyone who had the eye for it, however, the origin was all too clear, for her shirt was darker and wetter over the area where her wound was. What would have been an inconsequential blow to one of the others was to her a wound that could quite possibly be mortal if she didn't get some form of help soon. The wound was too large to fully clot on its own and the rebound off the wall hadn't done her any good, essentially ripping her open further.

She sucks in a ragged breath, sighing once as she contemplates what a lonely death this would be if she were to die here...killing someone by puking on them, then in them, and then bleeding out in a room of someplace she'd never been before. She peeks around the frame of the door, seeing only the gore she'd slid in on, biting her cheek on the inside as she turns back towards the corpse of the religious freak. She limps towards him again, using his rifle to bring herself to her knees beside him, pulling her blade from her boot. She angrily starts to slice at his shirt as if he were the one who shot her, cutting off a great chunk of it and starting to ball it up as she pulls her shirt up to reveal the soaked fur and the neat hole. Gulping once as she imagines what was to come, she slowly moves that ball of cloth towards the wound, starting to slide it into the hole to cut off some of the flow, as it seemed they'd hit a rather large vein or artery...she was unsure which.

The pain was intense, but not so much so as when she'd hit the wall. It was all she could do not to scream as her claws scrape the inside of the wound, though the cloth was helping to block some of the blood flow. She pulls her fingers back out of the hole, unable to clamp down on the scream this time as her claws catch just once and cause blood to spurt, her world going fuzzy around the edges for a moment. Had she not emptied her stomach on and in the corpse she was kneeling beside, she would have chucked again. Though she'd been in a few battles, this was her first time being hit so thoroughly. She'd been winged from time to time, having patches of fur burnt off only to regrow later, but this was much different...this was an eye-opener. She could die from this, she thought, hoping beyond hope that the next person through that door was a teammate and not a nutjob...because if it was a nutjob, they were going to get a blast through the brain as a last hurrah for this little ermine, pulling herself to the wall opposite the door. It was closer, sitting against it for now until she could either stand again or she had help to stand. Her legs were weak.

"If you're comin', guys...come soon. If not...it was nice knowin' ya. Even you, Mutt, even if I didn't know ya long. But not you, kitty bitch. Ehehe, funny how I can bear a grudge at a time like now."

(Sorry this is so late, Computers are unavailable on the week ends)

Lein walked through the tower with his squad, bored with the lack of activity since the enemy had retreated to "Terminal A" from what Niina had said across the open channel. Right now they were going down the hallway searching for any straglers that might have been left behind when the smell of fresh blood hit his nose along with the scent of animorph. From the amount of blood he could smell, the morph was probably dead already, but he could already hear the reprimand for not taking count of caualties. He sighed before breaking off from the squad, saying "I've picked up a scent, I'm going to recon it," before following the scent.

He soon came to a room in the hallway were the scent of blood and bile become overpowering. Looking in, he grimaced as the scent hit him on full force. There was one dead nut joblying on the ground and an ermine laid against the wall. He passed the human on by, obviously dead before looking the ermine in the face noticing that it was still slightly breathing. He sighed as he realized that this meant he was going to have to lug it back to the squad, rather then leaving a dead body. He looked over her body, finding the hole in her abdomen, and new he had to get her to a medic. He snapped his fingers in her face, checking to see if she was even conscious, "Are you able to walk with assitance, or am I going to have to lug you all the way there?" He asked callously.

"When did I close my eyes?"

She couldn't answer her own question, the green orbs slowly opening in her soot-colored face as the sound of snapping fingers rouses her from a gentle doze. She was grateful that it had been one of her teammates, though she didn't recognize...him, her, it?..at the moment, for she could barely see his outline until her vision came into focus. She would have been dead for sure had it been another religious nut, for they would have seen the puke-covered corpse and then the ermine against the wall and she would have been just another corpse with a hollowed out brain then.

"Hey hey there, big guy. I don't quite know your n...name, but...I can't walk too good yet. I can't get my feet under me. I'm feelin' a little light-headed, but if you could get me on my feet again, I might can walk. You got some o' that...them...the fancy stuff that plugs up holes better than a piece of cloth? I think they hit one of the big spots down there."

She looks down to her hip, which was still steadily trickling blood around the rag, but not nearly the same amount anymore, her eyes tracking back up to the morph before her. She grins tiredly, mentally berating herself for being so weak...it was one damn wound and she was already falling down on the job. Some of the others could get wounded far more and still come out relatively hardy. Her tongue drifts over her lips once more, raising a shaking hand towards the larger morph as the other tucks the extra pistol into her pants, grabbing the rifle to once more use it as a crutch. It was the best she could do.

"Shit, man, I feel like a damned weakling...not only am I one of the puniest, but I got hit one frickin' time and I can barely walk after five or so minutes. I ain't been payin' attention. Little help up now, please? And...I'm Runt, by the way. I woulda called for help, but...that piece of crap over there must've made me bust my comms up when my helmet smashed off the wall. I'll owe you one for this."

She groans out the words as best she can, her teeth clenched as she shifts herself to sit up a bit more, intent on at least trying to do her part. She'd managed to kill...five...six? She hadn't kept count on how many she'd downed, but it was a negligible number next to how many there had been. If there were one hundred people here, she'd only taken down two percent...less than that if there were more. She curses again under her breath, cursing like the proverbial sailor for the moment. On top of her abdomen hurting like hell, she was weak and it was pissing her off...and she was also hoping this morph wasn't a perv or she'd be owing quite a lot by the time she was healed up. Funny how her mind tended to drift in the middle of things sometimes.

Lien watched as she struggled to get up before he sighed, searching through his pack and pulling out a roll of bandages before kneeling down to her wound pushing the shirt and vest up slightly to see it better. "Feh, your right, you are weak. And complaining about it doesn't change that fact either." He said as he began to wrap up the wound, not cruelly, just stating th truth,"Strength is something you have to fight for, work for every inch you get. It is not just handed to you because you want it and nobody can give it to you because you complain for it." He said as he finished up wrapping up the wound. He then held his arms out to her, looking away in annoyance of having to do this. "Climb in, otherwise it will take forever to get back."

Drawing her head forward and then bouncing it feebly back off of the wall behind her, the ermine could only groan at the words from the other morph. Of all the people who could've come to find her, she had to get the pompous ass. At least she was found, however, and she might just live through it all after this, though she could hear the static crackle of her comm coming back on-line. Her face scrunches for a moment, muttering long strings of curses to herself as the other wraps up the hole through her lower abdomen, not only from the pain but from the agitation of only a single blow to her helmet disrupting her comm then turning it back on, as well. She clears her throat softly, the little ermine raising her hand to her sooty face.

"Can we please save the fucking lectures for when we know I'm not going to die? I'd rather not die pissed off and miserable to boot. I've pretty much got the miserable part covered right now. You don't have to worry 'bout sticky panties and a hole in your stomach that you can fit three of your damned fingers through, but I do. Now can we please just make sure I don't die first?"

She could barely muster the energy to manage it, but she did manage to inject enough venom into her words to let him know that she wasn't happy at the moment. Had she the strength, she would have put more bite behind her words, but she was having trouble just keeping the world from spinning. It likely had something to do with the combination of losing blood at a steady pace and then vomiting up what little she had eaten onto one of those religious nuts. The ermine girl was really getting tired of being looked down on...she couldn't do anything about it physically, but she hated it when people underestimated her. She could probably pop off shots with a pistol some of them could only manage with a rifle and a bit of time to dial it in.When told to climb into his arms, she wrinkles her nose as best she can, but she was no human, so her entire muzzle contorted just a bit, poking the tip of her dry tongue out. Her arms reach out, taking a surprisingly strong grip on his shoulders for a moment. Despite losing feeling in her numb legs, she could still feel her arms, pulling herself up and into his outheld arms. She then reaches down for the pistol tucked into her waistband, pulling it out and checking to ensure that it was ready to fire before letting her arm rest against her chest, the other around his neck for the moment.

"Just in case, you know? I may be shit at the moment in terms of walking, but I can still shoot better with a pistol than some people can with a rifle. Jus'...le's go and get me some help 'fore I wind up in a body bag. I ain't...I ain't dyin' here. No way...I'll c...claw my way back from hell if I have to. I ain't goin' friendless."

Leif and his squad moved rapidly up the tower, taking each floor with a mixture of stealth and shock & awe tactics. Leif, Lothar and Lightning would charge into a room and flatten anything in their way, while Keldara, Ghost and Venom would slip behind the enemies and silently slaughter them. These “Show & Go” tactics, as Leif referred to them, worked very well, and the tower was soon clear.

Standing with his squad in the control room at the top of the tower, Leif reloaded his shotgun and dropped his pack and helmet to the floor, wiping his head with a massive handkerchief. “Outstanding, children. Light and Ghost, knock out some windows and cull the herd. Keldara and Venom, look at the controls and see what our capabilities here are. Lothar, stay the Hell away from the electronics and go down a level to act as a guard. Far as I can tell, we’re clean for now, but Murphy might be on the other side.”

Agnowlegeing their orders, the squad went to their positions. Lightning and Ghost each smashed out a window and began to snipe any True Lifers they saw. Lothar rolled his eyes at the electronics comment, taking his rifle down the stairs and flipping a table on its side for cover. Moving to a corner, Leif was about to open a channel to the Alex when Ghost spoke up. “Hey, OK, the Thumpies are running for one of the terminals. Looks like terminal A. There’s a few skylights, so Light and I aren’t completely useless, but they’re gonna be out of sight. They could be retreating, though. Cease fire and let ’em, Rel?”

“Continue fire, Ghost. I’ll tell the captain what’s going on.” Leif activated his implanted comm unit and hailed Alex. “Dragon, Relic here. We’ve taken the tower and need engineers up here to make sense of the equipment. I placed snipers in the windows, and they tell me that the Lifers are retreating to Terminal A. Please advise.”