[b]Damien returned to the compact radio a moment later, running a hand through his hair to push out all the sand and did stuck in the blonde folds. Oddly, when he started dialing, an amused grin passed across his face... He was up to something.[/b] [i]"Roger niner, motherfūcker, delta shithead, do you copy?"[/i] [b]Static. Damien twisted a side nob and flipped a lever, holding the radio up to the sky until the static fizzled in a high pitched feedback noise.[/b] [i]"I ASKED, DO YOU FŪCKING COPY?!"[/i] [i]"Fūcking stop!"[/i] [b]Came the unfamiliar voice, much to Damien's pleasure. It sounded feminine.[/b] [i]"I need an airdrop."[/i] [i]"It's four in the morning..."[/i] [i]"Not where I am."[/i] [b]A few short grunt and hurried steps later, a distant clicking noise began to pick up.[/b] [i]"Got a lock. Inbound in thirty."[/i] [i]"Thirty what?"[/i] [b]Bang![/b] [b]Damien toppled over as the large metal crate slammed into him, still smoldering from bursting through the atmosphere.[/b] [i]"Milliseconds."[/i] [i]"Ya... Got it... Thanks, Cleo."[/i] [i]"Don't call again."[/i] [b]Damien sighed as he pushed the box off his chest, sitting up only to find the box o the wrong side. What followed was a got five minutes of trying flip the damn case, each movement accompanied by an unnecessary grunt.[/b] [b]By the time it had been opened, Damien looked like he was about ready to pass out. Some would have equated it to his new revival... But he was actually just lazy. However, the gear inside... Well... It was worth it.[/b] [i]"Ian... I'd like to introduce you to my Cannon Rifles. They shoot thirty eight millimeters."[/i] [b]Damien pulled out the massive gun, the size about half of his body. It was large and bulky, with a massive clip and grip. Looked like the most impractical [url=https://i.imgur.com/6y7BcsM]war machine[/url].[/b] [i]"I got two... Want one?"[/i]