"Corporal Samuel D. Byrne at your service, Colonel Hoffman." Sam thought back on his decision to go on a supply run. Sam popped off a few shots with his Mark One Lancer assault rifle from behind a stone slab, popping a drone's head like a cork, spewing brain matter and blood all over the concrete. "What the fuck was I thinking? Volunteering for a supply run?!" Suddenly the return fire from the Locusts ceased and the female Gear soldier on his right flank gestured for him to advance. Sam peaked over the slab only to find one Locust attempting to dislodge a round from his rifle, luckily to no avail. He smiled and hopped over the slab; “I got ‘im.” Sam hopped over the slab and ran toward the vulnerable Locust. “Come’ere you garayaz. I’m going to teach you the proper etiquette of dyin'.” The