Dmitri once again focused on Damien

Damien saw a muzzle flash. He brought up his arm and activated the EM shield. Three rounds of bullets thudded into the sheild. the shield took the kinetic energy and tranformed it into electrical energy to help the suit run longer. He looked up to where he saw the muzzle flash. "Okay fucker, you're next. I'm coming after you, and i hope you're ready."

We need every man we can get. The attack force is larger then anticipated.

Alexander sighed. He got up, and walked over to the lift, sheathing his knife as he did so. He walked over to the lift, and got in. It brought him down to the first floor quickly, and he stepped out. He walked towards the entrance, and as he did so he saw the attack force.

It was smaller then he had expected from the intercom messages.

He wasn't going to be much use here, as it was a little to chaotic for him to deal with. He got out his handgun, and took a few shots at where he guessed oncoming scouts would appear. One of them was a successful shot and he saw a man appear then crash face-first into the ground, but the rest didn't hit anything.

He shrugged, and opted for a different approach. He started to walk around the edge of the battlefield. He drew out his knife again, and put up his cloak, hoping to avoid conflict for the moment...

Dmitri continued firing, aiming shots at different areas in hopes that he wouldn't be able to keep up

"Don't worry, a series one is heading towards your position" Hydra said into the radio confidently, series ones were the things of legends on the battle field, most people didn't even know of their existence.

Nikolia ran through the remains of a bombed out apartment building, swiftly and silent towards the sniper. "Hold on.." he muttered under his breath.

Christopher continued firing at the oncoming Western forces.

"COMMAND! CAN I GET AN AIRSTRIKE OR SOMETHING? THESE GUYS ARE EVERYWHERE!"

Damien laughed as the bullets were stopped in their tracks by the EM shield. He used the rockets to dash up the path he had figured out earlier. "Fucker, time to find out why they call me the Berserker." He only had a little while longer before that sniper tasted cold steel.

Dmitri broke concentration as he reloaded and turned his attention back to the man on the MG, he emptied a clip towards the man before reloading and turning his attention back to Damien. He shouldered his rifle and drew his beam sabre, activating it "Come and get me." He said grinning behind his helmet.

Alexander deactivated his cloak, and keeled over as if he had been shot. He was planning something, and just needed to wait for a scout to come near him.

He didn't have to wait long. Only a minute after he had fallen, he felt himself getting kicked by an unseen pair of legs. Heh...

He lashed out at the direction the kick had come from with his knife, and heard a scream of pain. Nothing appeared, but it wasn't supposed to. He heard the sound of a body collapsing onto the ground, and crawled over to use his knife to finish the job on the poor man who had found him, putting his cloak back up as he did so...

Damien smiled when he saw the beam saber. "Hah, this fucker choose the wrong weapon. the EM sheilds eat up direct energy like it's candy." he thought to himself. He finally reached the top of the ridge. The shoulder pods activated, launching right at the sniper. Damien was right behind, blades flashing in the sunlight.

Dmitri leapt off the edge and dug his sabre into the side of the ridge, spinning and leaping, landing behind damien and making a diagonal slash

"Shoot at that one, the one who appears to be in charge"

"With pleasure" Nikolia smirked as he let loose a storm of bullets upon Chris, who was to busy fighting the sniper to notice him.

Bullets hit the back of Chris's armor, but they all bounced off. He looked up and said, "A MAC-10? Against a Bersark trooper? ARE YOU NUTS?" He fired a hailstorm of bullets up at the man.

A spike slid from the heel of Dmitri's boot and locked into the place, he pivoted and kicked off the berserker's chest and out of his grasp

Peter was sitting in the med-camp of the Western side. He was helping the medics with the wounded. He watched the battle as it unfolded through the cameras concealed in the soldiers' helmets.

He saw an MG mowing down his allies, people he had grown to see as a second family, and a seemingly invincible man locked in one-on-one with his squad's best sniper. The bloodlust that flared up in him when his father was killed began to surface again. His feet were itching to run behind them and blast their heads off, but he'd been ordered to stay off his foot. He didn't see why, it felt fine to him.

Suddenly, his commander marched in.

"On your feet soldier!" he screamed.

Peter leapt to his feet.

"I see you're enjoying the show. But we're being slaughtered! WHY are you not out there HELPING???"
"Sir, I was ordered to rest my leg, sir!"
"Huh. It's not like you to follow orders, soldier. I hereby over-rule your resting. Now GET OUT THERE!!! We need you right now, or we'll never win this battle!"

With that, he turned and marched out.

Well, this'll be fun. Peter grinned as he pulled on his shoes.

Nikolia activated his cloak and dived off the roof, rolling as hit the ground. firing his silenced Mac 10 at the squad of eastern troops, while hydra hacked into Chris's communication system.

"This is Hydra speaking on the behalf of number 17, a series one unit. Surrender or face termination" Hydra projected into Chris's communication system.

"Why should I? You can't harm me, you're just a computer!" Chris continued firing, making sure to aim for the head. As he fired, his armor locked up suddenly.

"You cannot escape. Surrender or else."

Alexander was now unable to make any more progress. The man had a cloaking device that could not be deactivated from the outside-or at least not without being able to see what he was doing. He would have to wait for it to power down, as he did not want to damage it.

He had little option but to wait for the battle to end. He was relatively safe under his own cloak, but he could make no progress on the situation. He lacked the strength to move the body anywhere, and he would lose the body if he moved elsewhere. He had gained a valuable future advantage, but was completely stuck until the enemy left...

Damien twisted the sniper's leg as he kicked off. He heard a loud snap. He looked around, wondering how Chris was doing. He then saw him locked up, not moving at all. "We'll finish this later." He said to the sniper. He destroyed the sniper's rifle, just to make sure no more men fell with a bullet in their head from 400 yards away. He then jumped off the cliffs and used the rocket sliders to dash to where Chris was. He shot everyone who had a gun aimed at him or Chris on the way. "Hang on buddy!" he yelled.

The heat boiled Vasily in his armor. The temperate climate of Kyiv did not prepare him for Egypt. No use thinking about that now, though. His unit had been tasked with guarding an important supply depot. Vasily had been stationed on the ground, guarding the front gate. It had been an hour, and his shift was almost up. Vasily couldn't wait to get some food, and some sleep. As he moved into the gate, he heard a helicopter fly over head. It had the markings of the Eastern Alliance, so he didn't worry. But, the chopper touched down, and Western soldiers began to pour out. Must have high-jacked the damn thing. It's a good thing they had shown up, because Vasily had gotten bored. The soldiers began to fire at the base, moving toward it. Vasily and his friend, Oleg, began to move to cover. Two more Western choppers touched down, and suddenly the fight got interesting. As soldiers got close to him, Vasily just fired the Jackhammer to whoever was closest. The force of the shot was enough to blast people off their feet, but the heavier armored troops didn't get the shot pellets into them. Our sniper was good, consistently putting the big ones down. He had a .50 caliber. The fight continued to go on into the night.

"Damien! Thank god, I need help! Some A.I. is on my comms, and my armor can't move. You know how to hack?" Damien worked on the armor, takin occasional breaks to take potshots at the enemies. Suddenly, Chris could move again. "Thanks, man. If we make it out, you're getting a promotion."

Dmitri screamed in pain "I need a medic ASAP!" He said over the comm channel, then to himself "bastard broke my friend." He was, of course, looking at his shattered rifle"

"Holy shit! Nice job Hydra!" Number 17 shouted out excited, removing the cloak.

"What did i say about the language Number 17?!" She shouted at Nikolia.

"My bad" Nikolia replied throwing an E.M.P grenade at the Eastern troops.

Damien saw the emp. "Oh Shit!" He yelled. He instantly shot the thing in midair with a concussive blast of air and sent it high up into the atmosphere, where it detonated harmlessly. "Fuck, i hate those things. Anyway, i put a trace on the program that locked your armor. it should get a read in about a minute or so. Nothing under the sun could stop that trace; it's a blacklight level." He dashed out to the front of the line, rallying the troops and cutting down the line like they were grass.

Christopher was still firing at the enemy when he ran out of MG ammo. He wasn't fazed, though, and pulled a "knife" the size of a short sword off of his belt. "Come and get some, sons a' bitches!"

Dmitri switched to thermal vision and saw a scout directly in front of him, he imapled him on his beam sabre and retrieved the scout's rifle, rolling over and resuming his assault on the enemy lines "where's a damn medic when ya' need one..." He muttered to himself

Peter ran. He ran because he was good at it. He ran because his comrades needed him to. He ran to live.

In training excercises, people had often said that he wouldn't need a cloak, he'd be invisible anyway.

He smiled a little as he activated his cloak. he was nearing the frontlines. His cloak wouldn't die as long as he kept running, and soon, he wouldn't need it.

His ankle felt stiff from under-use, but it was liberating to be out in the thick of the action like this.

He looked up, and saw a party of 5 or six men marching right towards him.

"Fuck" he whispered, as he darted around them, hoping they didn't hear the sound of his footsteps. He opened his direct com channel to Dmitri

"Dmitri, we need sharpshooting on our west flank!"

That's when he heard the bloodcurdling scream:

"Aaaaargh! I need a medic ASAP"

Shit. He knew Dmitri was not the sort to call for help without making sure the coast was clear, so his assailant must have either been killed or fled. But that meant they were down a sniper. He considered turning and massacring the squad, but it was too late for that. He had his eye on the prize now. The big dog. The MG man who was out of MG. He opened a wide-range comlink.

"We have a small troop coming at us from our western side. I hope you can deal with that."

He smiled.

And he ran.

Nikolia ran over towards the down Dmitri lifting him, holding the man over his shoulder as he fired into the crowd of eastern troopers.

"Sniper you should help keep the enemy of Number 17, he is saving you life after all....." Hydra said calmly to the bleeding Dmitri, Nikolia smiled as he gunned down various grunts that charged towards him, scout armor was a bad idea for those soldiers.

Chris had just decapitated a soldier with a shotgun who was dumb enough to run at him, when he heard footsteps. He turned around but saw no one.

Chris said out loud to whoever was there, "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

Dmitri fired behind him, the assault rifle causing him to bounce slightly

Damien finally traced the signal that shut down Cristopher. He patched though. "Hello. How are you? Anyway, let's get to the deal. You nearly killed my friend, and now i'm gonna exact revenge. Virus program Blacklight. activate." The virus was transmitted through the com signal to Hydra. "Good luck stopping that one." He muttered to himself.

Just as Chris got ready to slice his invisible assailant in half, but a green bolt whizzed past his leg. He trned and saw a man reloading a Gauss rifle. "Oh, you are fucking screwed," he thought as he rushed towoards him.

"Norton activated, Threat terminated" Hydra said chuckling into the com system. "What? you thought they developed me without a protection system? How foolish of you."

Nikolia activated his jet pack and his cloak, flying off onto the roof a near by building safe from enemy fire. he rested Dmitri on the roof the building high enough to keep him safe until the medic was able to reach them.