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Swagger watched Pup work. He was impressed that she knew that particular trick...though he was irritated that she'd used a gun to dig the hole. That, after all, was what Entrenchment tools were for. The solid metal shovel/battleaxe could bash through concrete easily enough. He would have offered his own to her, but he figured why ruin the moment.

"Swagger," Mick called from his perch, holding the RT-20. "We might have a problem here."

Glancing back down his scope to make sure nothing was threatening them, Swagger pulled back from the window and trotted over to Mick. "What's the situation?"

"I just saw three RPG teams duck into that apartment complex three buildings down, but I haven't seen them since," Mick reported. "Took out one of the ammo guys before they got in, but the others were unharmed. So far, I've seen them move around us like we were just a rock in a river, but now it's almost like they aren't afraid of us. What do you think?"

Swagger thought for a moment, then shoved Mick out of the way just as a grenade popped into the window. He grabbed it, threw it back, then pumped out two rounds to make his point clear. After the thud of the grenade going off, Swagger pulled one from Mick's rising form, yanked the pin, let it cook for three seconds, then tossed it at about the same angle as the other one. "They're trying to rush us," Swagger said calmly. "Mick, drop the 20 and get into a good position to defend against a breaching team. Watch out for the mine Pup placed, too."

Mick looked, squinted, then shook his head and got up to do what he had just been asked. Swagger pulled up the RT-20 and took aim down the sight. Sure enough, he sighted in on a sniper with a Barret, trying to get a bead on him through the smoke of combat. "Sorry, pal," Swagger said, "But I've already earned my hog's tooth. Don't even need your gun."

And then he fired, sending the massive slug into the scope, shattering it, and turning the man into mush.