DG-117
Pretty Good Person
AUTO-262 gave a simple nod to Mazurek's hand signals and join the file at the rear. Its optics closely scanning the area as it readied its weapon.
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Atlas rolls to search the building for enemies or items (Likely): 4/2 - Passed.
His heavy suit clunking along the concrete walkway on the exterior of the building, Atlas checked through each of the windows as he passed for anything the squad ought to be concerned with. For the most part, the rooms were empty. However, as he neared the room on the opposite corner of the building, which would presumably have an equally expansive view as the one which the unit was currently occupying, he noticed a large mass under the covers of the bed. Smashing the locked door open, with his shoulder, he entered wordlessly with his pistol drawn, but the lump did not move at his approach.
With his off hand, he pulled the blanket back to find another upyri soldier lying dead, and from appearances, it had been this way for maybe a day. A patch on the upyri's shoulder bore the marking of a corporal. Looking up, Atlas noticed that there was a medical supply kit on a nearby table which had been gone through; while some materials such as bandages and a suture kit had been taken, there was plenty of unused material. He placed the cover back down over the corporal's head and pieced together what had happened: this upyri fireteam had entered the motel, perhaps while separated from its own squad, its leader wounded and dying. A desperate attempt had been made to save his life, and when that failed, the other two men left him here and relocated to the opposite corner.
It didn't bode well. They must have called for support at some point during the preceding day, which could not have come during the bombardment the city received ahead of the human attack. But that bombardment had concluded just before Squad 9's arrival. The enemy could come at any moment, now.
Atlas took the medkit and left the way he had come, heading back toward the sergeant's position.
No time for sneaking or stalking. Instead he popped out of cover to take aim and blast the one climbing his way out. Every action gets a reaction.FUCKING SHIT! LIGHT THEM THE FUCK UP!
"There's... seven. Eight guys plus one vehicle. Do... do we engage?"
"We really gotta find Mazurek and Novy. Got a nagging feeling that something's wrong." he said, looking about at the other buildings around them. Eyeing doors and windows.