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"Christ." Was the simple expression.
Just as he was about to call out to his team again, there was a message over a common UNSC station...
""This is delta actual be advi....ed LT. Smi.h is MIA this is Cpl Sears assuming Comand of Delta Squad with the 101st We are pinned at.....Grid November Echo 720.-9.34 Requesting immediate su..ort enemy is in the esti.ants of...Company size........ in the light cover..."
Delta had made it, huh?
Leon opened up his own link channel, tuning it to the exact frequency that Delta's distress call was on. "Delta actual, dis is Captain Crestes of Raven Squadron. Copy on your call, amigo, but I can't do shit! You know dat my boys landed hot; covvies are swarming towards me as we speak, and none of my guys have deir ears on or dey didn't make it. Two pods fell stray, though, so dey might be closer to you, amigo." He said, shaking his head, and looking over his squad-pods. "Hang tight, amigo... Wait a minute! Dind't dey drop you fellas a few ordinances?" He looked around his landing site.... indeed, a few drop-pods of ammo had been given to them. Only one sniper-rifle.... and not one of his squad was sniper material.... No heavy weapons either. "Dey gypped me amigo. Ain't got nott'in can help you out. I make my way to you, amigo. But I ain't promisin' nottin'." He said, begining to look around. It seemed the covenant had been drawn away from his position, and towards Delta's, whom had dropped first. He looked hard towards the path through the valley..... Sure enough, most of the covenant forces had began the trek towards Delta's position. Only a miniscule force remained behind. And it seemed since Leon was the only survivor, they hadn't paid much attention to the drop pods.
"I see what I can do, amigo! Hang tight!"
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