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"What do you think, get back to the O.P 1? Move back 25 yards and set up O.p 2?" Micheal asked.

"Roger that." Marcus and I chorused.

"Axe your on surveillance. Deitz, fall back to O.P 2 and get me some fucking comms." He demanded.

"You two." Micheal looked up at us.

"Let's fall out." He nods.

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We began walking in the forest now. I wasn't sure where we were going but it was somewhere. We looked around in different areas searching for a spot to set up. Micheal sat under a tree, Marcus hid in a bush and I chose the high ground.

"Spartan base 0-1 Radio check. How do you copy?" Dietz asked.

"Copy." I nod.

"Hey moore." Micheal called out.

"Yes micheal?" I asked.

"Sorry about earlier.. I just can't have you ruining my section." He nods.

"I understand- duty calls." I shrugged.

"So are we good?" He asked.

"No." I crossed my arms.

"Fair enough." He shrugged.

"Can you guys save this for another time?" Marcus asked.

"Marcus will you shutup?" I groaned.

"You guys act like a divorced couple." He smiled.

𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬, Taylor KitschWhere stories live. Discover now