Chapter 4
It didn't even take the full ten minutes he imposed on his crew for Enrie to get ready himself. Already he was stomping around the East Gate, fully clad in his Enfield320R Mobile Armor and lugging around his 'Buster' rifle.
He paused as he caught sight of one of his men from the distance, nodding at the armored personnel as the man stalked closer to him. Then another figure came through the mist. It was the new girl, the French one, the Lockpick named Quinn.
Jesus Christ she looks like Maya...
He thought as he watched the girl's distant face, only to shake it off as more of his men started to pour in. Within the end of the 10 minute deadline his whole crew have all finally finished re-grouping in the rendezvous point which was the East Gate. Taking in a quick head-count before he issued the Gate engineers to open the door, he pulled on the pin of his rifle, clicking the safety off as he barked out in his almost robotic voice muffled by his gargantuan helmet.
"MEN LET'S HAUL SOME a**!!!", running out into the unknown that was formerly called New York...
