As one of the gangsters in the street was cut down by a hair of bullets, the others started to yell and shout, running back towards their apartment blocks, hiding behind windows, trash cans, or the heavily armored mailboxes used on Nepleslia.
“YOU BASTARDS! YOU KLLED BENNY!” a gangster dressed in red shouted as he jumped behind a mailbox, searching for more ammo to load his pistols with. Across the street someone dressed in blue pants and a blue T would do the same, pulling up the blue mask around his head to shout “YOU SOLD US OUT TO THE SQUIDDIES DAMN GREENS!” Before taking a few pot shots at the largest target he could see, the Green sergeant. The gangster’s pistol shot high, a few rounds flying over the head of the intended target before one slammed through the sergeant’s shoulder, spraying everyone behind him with bits of blood and bone.
The Sergeant would blink, and start walking over to the mailbox as bullets started flying overhead. He would drop his HPAR, letting the rifle get stuck into the muddy road as he reached over the mailbox, picking up the smaller nepleslian as blood started to trickle down from his shoulder wound, staining his green tank top and uniform pants. He then questioned the man the only way he knew how,
“WHAT!?”
The gangster would flail around, trying to reach the ammo on the ground for his depleted pistol while the Sergeant held him suspended in the air with his good arm. The gangster started babbling, the interrogation being lost over the sound of gunfire as
K1 buggies from the base started catching up with the soldiers on foot, firing machine guns on the front and sides over the heads of the people crouched on the sides of the street, bullets knocking small craters in the reinforced sides of the slum housing.
“EVERYONE MOUNT UP! WE NEED TO GET TO NNN!” The sarge yelled, dropping his captive to the ground and flagging down one of the transports which slowed to a stop in the group of marines on foot. He would grab onto the roll bar of one of the buggies and pull himself up, nearly pulling the vehicle over with his massive weight as he flopped down into one of the chairs in the back, craning his head over to yell at the other marines as bullets flew overhead.
“GET IN AND LETS GO!”