[i]Wilson walks to the courtyard, his armor bearing new scratches and scars, his armor splattered with blood and covered in dust. His Browning is locked in its safe position, the smoking, glowing barrel to the sky. He drags a corpse beside him. He tosses it aside, and stands still.[/i] I gotta say, you guys REALLY need to step it up, this gets easier and easier. Can't rush a tank an expect results, now can you? And come on, your Lieutenant ran from me? Y'all need to grow some balls. [i]A vertibird descends, and he climbs aboard as it takes off and disappears.[/i]