Another potshot whizzed by and hit the rock behind him. He wasn't that far forward, was he? He took a deep sigh and looked up anyway and fired some more shots into enemy shields. It wouldn't get a kill, but maybe it would help. Maybe it would stop the absurd advance that put him in a position where he was taking fire while almost at his own base. Maybe a friend would find a nice position so they could even get those bastards the hell out of friendly territory. A huge explosion shook the rock he was using as cover and his mic threw some heavy static across the comm. "You okay, sir?" A wry smile came across his face, but he'd never let anyone know that. "Sure, Bio, thanks for your concern." He had said it sarcastically, but the genuine concern was comical to him. "I'd be even better if you'd get your ass to the right and kill this guy that is making my life hell on earth right now!" Soon, he thought. Soon he won't have to say those things out loud. His thoughts were interrupted as it happened while he was talking. Specact and SlidinScrewball had teamed with Ap3x Bullet to neutralize the guy he had weakened from another angle. They had the high ground. There was his chance. He pushed forward and took out two who had turned to look at what happened. The return fire was already coming from those three guns, and there was nothing the two in front of him could do. Not much was left to clean up after that. Somehow, they had done it again. They had called him a ramblin' wreck in the past, and he was definitely hell on wheels, but he wondered to himself how many more of these he had in him. "It'll get easier, kid," he muttered to himself. "What was that?" Another smirk, and he felt a wrinkle appearing with this one. He had to stop smiling if he wanted to keep looking young like these kids. "Oh, nothing Specact. Hey, great work out there guys, thanks for the backup. Let's clean up this mess and fortify our position here." "Right with ya, sir," replied Specact. Good lord, what a good group of guys.