“Holy mother of fricking god,” cursed Kilo. “What the hell happened here?”
“Hamster, Witch, we might have company,” spoke Rasputin. “Check out the perimeter and make sure we ain’t getting caught unprepared by some sneaky bastard.”
“On our way, Sarge,” Hamster tipped his black helmet. Witch and he moved in opposite directions, picking spots where their long-ranged weapons would give them a wide view of the deserted terrain.
"Look at how they left these poor bastards,” Doctor Winslow crouched next to the mauled bits. The blood had already dried, making dark crusts in the rocks and dust below. "Seems like something exciting happened here. Let’s give it a look.”
Without disgust, he picked up the destroyed arm and handled it like a toy. It had destroyed patches of the INA olive armor. Its
