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Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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With Nick gone, Gordon took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair before speaking.

"I think that's enough excitement for today, gents. Get back to the cages, check and stow gear, yeah?"

With that, Cole and Michael took the SUV back towards the barracks building. Gordon turned back towards Matt.

"Come on, mate. We can walk back to the cages. You and I need to talk."

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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As Matt stepped forward to defend himself from Nick's tirade, Gordon stepped in front of him before the younger man could do anything brash.

"Leave it, lad. Just leave it. You don't understand."

As Nick stormed off, Cole and Michael leaned against the SUV, not speaking or looking at anyone.

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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Nick walked up on Matt as he walked away, not done berating him. Michael grabbed Nick from behind to keep him off of Matt.

"You got one job: protect the client. When we do PSDs, we are not the priority. What? You want to earn a medal or something? Because I've got news for you, this isn't the army. We are expected to do the job. You go off mission to do unnecessary things like corpse retrieval on a real op, you could get everyone killed. And I won't have some wannabe hero in any element under my command you sack of s**t.

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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(Sorry it's taking so long for me to respond. I took a shower.)

As the SUV put the ambush in the rear view, a gruff voice came over the radio.

"All callsigns, ENDEX. I say again, ENDEX."

Just like that, The "wounded" Michael and Nick sat up and the "protectee" got out of the vehicle and took her face mask off. Cole and Michael were talking about something and Nick made a beeline straight for Matt. Gordon saw him coming and was about to say something before Nick raised a hand to the man, shutting down any verbal defense before it could be raised. He walked up to Matt and took a harsh grab of one of the shoulder straps on Matt's gear, pulling the man closer to him.

"Are you hard of f**kin' hearin' or somethin'? Cole told you to take the wheel. You had casualties and a protectee in danger and you get out of the vehicle to pull a dead man in and risk our lives? What the f**k is your problem?

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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The only reply Gordon gave to Matt was continuing to fire his rifle to cover him and Cole, who had Michael up on his shoulders.

"HE CAN'T HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW, MATE! HE'S IN THE F**KIN' ZONE!" Cole shouted.

As he placed Michael in the back of the SUV, Cole grabbed a smoke grenade off of his vest.

"POPPIN' SMOKE!" Cole shouted as he threw the grenade.

Once the smoke began to plume, he jumped back into the vehicle.

"SET!" Cole said.

"EVERYBODY MOUNT UP, NOW!" Gordon said as he runs toward the vehicle. As he moved toward the vehicle, he took several rounds to his back and fell to the ground.

"GORDON!" Cole shouted as he looked at his friend drop.

"He's gone, mate. Rixon, drive. We need to get the casualties out."