Alex takes a rifle with a growl. "A game? My life is not fodder for someone's game." After checking the action on the weapon, he reaches inside once more and grabs one of the survival packs. "We need to pack up everything, and divvy up the gear so we can get moving soon. I have a bad feeling that sitting around here is a bad idea. Comparing the direction of the radio signal to the little map on our arms and I have a line on where this captain is. It looks like he's one of the two signals sitting off by themselves, roughly five miles out as the crow flies."
He looks around at the mess that you are in, and he finally says, "I just want you guys to know, I may not be a infantry grunt, but I've trained with these weapons well enough. You can count on me to hold up my end."
He looks around at the mess that you are in, and he finally says, "I just want you guys to know, I may not be a infantry grunt, but I've trained with these weapons well enough. You can count on me to hold up my end."