Hawk132:
"It stopped? Then we either got a small breather, or we're going to get fucked up. Did HQ respond?" you ask.
"HQ, please respond! We are surrounded and we need assistance now, over! We have the HVT, we need evac!" he yells into the radio.
"Roger that, 3-2." responds HQ, "Sending out airships right now. Try to stay alive while they get down there. We'll also direct nearby friendly elements to your assistance. Make sure that hostage stays alive!" Just as the sentence ends, a bullet whizzes past your head from the entrance of the alleyway. The enemies are assaulting your position!
Ruludos:
You quickly raise your rifle and fire in a wide arc to suppress the ambushers. "James, they're not friendlies!" you yell, as you run backwards, spraying bullets. The enemies all duck behind cover, except the one that was talking. He aims and takes a shot. As you get into cover behind a tree, you see that James is lying on the ground, dead.
Pancaek:
"Come on," you say, "only a matter of time before they notice we've gotten away!"
"That man is my responsibility! I can't leave him!" your NCO yells back.
"Fuck you guys, I'm leaving! Close the tunnel when you come through or try to close it before you fucking die!" yells the citizen, taking off down the tunnel.
Twinwolf:
You hold on as tight as you possibly can to the side-bars of the aircraft. As your near the objective, you look to the front of the transport craft, to your platoon commander.
"Alright boys, listen up! We're goin' into the shit today to rescue an SF team that's badly pinned down with a high value target at stake! Enemies are supposedly shelling the fuck out of the area and there's an ungodly amount of enemy forces in there! We've already had friendly ground elements take out the anti-air defenses, so we should be okay up here, but the second we get on the ground the shit can and will hit the fan! We can't get down directly on top of their location, so we'll need to get em about two blocks away from their current location. That means that we've gotta fight through hell to get these guys out. We're dropping three platoons' worth of chalk here, so let's get these boys home."
Just as he finishes his speech, you notice that you've landed. The doors of the aircraft open, and soldiers start rushing out.