[i]Shit[/i], I thought, as me and my men put a number of rounds into the large Captain. Most penetrate, but don't do much, as he doesn't slow down, reaching the door far faster than any of us would have expected. His teleport was obviously customized, as he crossed the room in two long 'ports. "Get Bravo and Charlie on the line, and tell them to get here yesterday!" I yelled at Zavak, who I knew nodded before breaking radio silence. To the rest, I said, "Silencers off. Seems we're doing this the hard way. Load ap, keep moving, and make every shot count." A quick round of "Yes sir!" was followed by the sound of ten Vandals falling to the ground lightly, before we sprinted for the door, still quiet as ghosts in our movements. The first group we caught by surprise, none of them knowing what was happening even as we put them down, never stoping. [i]Let's just hope we make it out of this one[/i], I thought, my expression grim. We met a few more small groups, before catching a group in a doorway. When we stepped over their corpses, we had to dive for cover, being met with a wall of enemy fire, some being forced to find cover in the hallway. Still stealthed, I peeked over the box I was behind, seeing the Captain commanding his forces to attack, hand in the air. "Focus Rathiks!" I shouted into the comms above the roar of enemy guns. "Remember, keep moving: they can't hit you if they don't know where you are!" With that, I peeked over my cover, taking down a few Dregs and a Vandal, before sprinting for another firing position. My men did much the same, slowly escaping from the hallway as the wall of shock munitions lessened slightly. Soon enough, we were all in the large room, some climbing the walls for an unpredictable firing position.