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Seeing the Kreznik react to them in such an abrupt way, the group takes a single step back before one shoulders their rifle, aiming downrange before being slapped by the guy next to them.
"Fuck. That was a reaction," one of the men whispers, before the group erupts into chatter.
"What do we- Wait, fuck, one sec.""Shit, Charlie, we need to-" "Hey, someone call TOC-"
"CLEAR COMMS," comes the command from Charlie, the Unit Leader, and all immediately go silent.
"Echo, try talking to this fucking thing," orders Charlie, and a smaller man stands up from his kneeling position lowering his rifle as he withdraws a recorder from his vest, pulling down the lip of his balaclava as he does so. He turns slightly, looking at the Unit Leader, and whispers urgently, "What the fuck do I even say?" before being lightly shoved by the man behind him so that he stumbles forward, quickly letting his rifle fall onto his harness.

He holds out the recorder in front of him, and says, "Hello, we're the SEC Field Operation Team Ten. We're escorting a, uh, package out of here. We don't want any trouble, we'll be on our way sh-"
He's interrupted by a screech, causing him to drop his recorder before quickly stepping back into the line, fumbling with his rifle. The group is still for a moment before the crackle of comms interrupts them. "TOC to FOT-10, you have potential threat inbound from the fog. Audio analysis picked up disruptor charging, hold point. Radio beacon on, extract is in 18 minutes."
The group immediately rushes into action, six of them holding the Kreznik and the fog behind her at gunpoint, tightly gripping their weapons, as the others rush to activate a cylinder-shaped object that quickly projects a flat rectangle of white light in front of the forward line, seemingly some form of shield.

One of the soldiers, emboldened by the shield, yells out to Kreznik. "Hey, fuckin' metal face! Tell your buddies to fuck off, we ju-" He gets a stern look from Charlie, and quietly mumbles to himself before tightening his grip on his rifle, a SCAR-like platform with several mounted attachments, all painted a flat green and crimson.