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Mason sighed out, as he leaned back into what was a half decent office chair. It could be an armchair, but good luck getting all the screens around him and staying awake. Mason rubbed at his eyes and sighed out, before chewing more caffeinated gum. It would be a bitch to get his tolerance back up after this. He told himself that after maybe one more battle like this, he would try for R&R, and certainly want to rotate out these Canadians or find them a place to rest.
He had his settings so that any radio on a higher rank setting, would interrupt whatever radio frequency he was listening to. This was good, because right now he was flipping through the various squad leaders.
1 <span class="mu-i">"Man, this is the shittiest video game I've ever played."
2 "Just been staring at sand and buildings in the distance for hours now."
3 "Do you have the channel for the company open to interrupt?"
1 "Of course Sir."
3 "And do you want to be down in the trenches digging?"
2 "At this point I'm willing to rotate out and dig a little, just to have something else to do."
1 "I see movement in the distance."
3 "It's like those trucks that were coming up and down that road earlier. We're getting close to dawn, perhaps people woke up early. Watch it anyways."
1 "I think those lights are getting closer."
2 "Yeah, I agree they're getting bigger."
3 "It could be your eyes being tired and pulsing."
1 "Yeah yeah, I watched Generation Kill like the rest of you. This is not that. Switching to thermals."
2 "You see anything?"
1 "Not yet, my eyes are adjusting...Oh shit. That's a lot of trucks."
3 "How many?"
1 "Could be two battalions"
3 "We're going to need to open fire. Send it up the line."
Mason pulled his arm up and bite down on it, before driving his nails into his arm. Sitting up, he chewed harder on his gum. Faster faster, as he sat up as much as he could.
M "This is Mason Actual. Tell the allies they're about to be flanked."
3 "Fuck, Goddamnit. Some of us speak French. I think it's the Captain of Delta Company."
Mason held down the button to broadcast to the entire battalion again.
"Mason Actual. Too late, open fire! Let them follow your tracers!
Suddenly there was the loud, booming sound of 50 caliber heavy machineguns being fired in the distance, and the sound of a hail of gunfire ripping through friendly pickup trucks. Mason's heart was pounding, because he was only letting NAU veterans and officers use the C4 interface, he had no idea how many of his allies were dead and how many of their trucks were ruined.</span>
