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Unlike the first three trainees you fought earlier, these two are much smarter, working in tandem to keep the three of you pinned down. One fires first while the other waits, coming up to fire so that the first has time to reload and there's almost always a steady stream of incoming fire.
"Great…guess we're stuck here for now. Any other bad news we're going to get?" Jax shouts over the hail of pellets. You glance over your cover and estimate them to be about a hundred yards away from you. That certainly limits your options a little…
"Uh…Dorn Wilton?" Your radio splutters to life; Norman, one of your teammates from the defensive team, is calling you right now. "We've got a situation over here: Blue Team just sent another strike team at us, and they already took Syed down."
Ami glares at Jax. "You just had to say that," she says drolly.
Stifling a laugh despite the grim situation, you take a quick look around and decide to…
The ledge hangs high over Blue Team's heads. You can get up there easily, but you'll need a little distraction. You relay your plan to both Ami and Jax, and they nod their affirmative to you before unholstering their rifles and placing them on the cover. A second later, they start to randomly fire at your opponents, forcing them to take cover.
Now that they're properly distracted, you get up and start running as you imagine yourself taking a huge leap towards the ledge. Then, with a sharp shout, you launch yourself up into the air, your suit whining in protest from the force of the jump.
Pulling your rifle out, you land on the ledge with a loud crunch, and you immediately open fire on your opponents, who are now just beginning to react to your actions. Caught between the crossfire, they're quickly eliminated, and Jax cries out in triumph.
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