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"Fire at will!" Alex yelled in the comm., and there were immediatly explosions of gunfire from David and the rest of the team. David ran forward, his twin heavy machine guns barking and recoiling slightly. He watched as his adversaries fell to his onslaught of superheated Tritogen bullets. Within seconds, every person in the search team was dead. The ragged mess of blood and entrails that remained lost their heat as Alex and his team covered their remains. Suddenly, hundreds of red dots appeared on his motion tracker, closing fast.
"More bogeys on the way," Morgan said over the comm. channel. "They heard the fire. What should we do?"