Fenrir's Fangs

"Be sure to radio me ANYTHING out of the ordinary." NAthan repeated for the umpteenth time into the radio, because every other time he did, someone said "Oh yeah, we saw *BLANK* a block back..." And he would facepalm and mutter some curses into the radio. Never anything that needed immediate attention, usually just a dead Ascending Dawn soldier who thought he was tougher than he really was or a busted-up gun with another clan's logo on it that looks like it's been sitting there since the first month of the outbreak, definately not recent.

Nathan bent down to check the ID tag of a Project Lazarus corpse and take his arms and ammunition (I hate these bastards...) when he heard his radio blare. "Sir, we've got gunfire. Automatic weapons, and a lot of them."

"Roger that. Get closer, check it out, then report back to me. DO NOT get spotted, and DO NOT engage unless they shoot first."