The rest of my battalion got there right as I racked the last opposing soldier’s brain with the butt of my shotgun.

The first thing that my battalion saw was the dead bodies and blood the littered the floor.

“No way.” The expression of every soldier, except Mark, said.

“Oh yeah.” I said. “This,” I picked up a mangled and bloody head from the floor “is why you don’t mess with me.”

“Yes sir!” They all said, their voices echoed off the hard, bloodstained floor.

I strengthened the setup I had with the other computer with the computers here, and we moved out, leaving three behind this time.

It was time storm the actual building we were supposed to capture.