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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2150532" data-attributes="member: 26473">Before Vidal can switch from ground-to-air, the voice of Capitaine Villiers breaks in. “Hourglass, this is Trident. I’m monitoring your traffic. What’s your status?” Vidal rattles off Duval’s report as close as he can remember it.Villiers’ reply is terse. “Understood, Hourglass. Good luck.”Marcel, Lavareaux, and Berg clamber up the stony outcrop before settling in among the rocks and shrubs. Marcel gives Berg a quick once-over. The wound in Berg’s back looks odd somehow – on closer examination it’s easy to see why. The bullet barely broke the skin, but it’s heavily deformed – a ricochet.Berg grunts as Marcel checks the wound. “Be extra gentle with that other one, dear,” he says sardonically as Marcel moves down Berg’s back. The wound to the buttocks is more serious – the blood sticks the legionnaire’s trousers to the torn flesh, slowing exsanguination but making it difficult to see all of the damage.As Marcel checks the wounds, Lavareaux stretches out prone among the rocks and watches first the fellaghas, then Sgt. Neumann’s group among the rocks about 60m away, his hand shading his eyes from the intense desert sunlight. “Work fast, Fortier,” he says, checking over his submachine gun.The pause in the fellaghas gunfire as they move into position is broken as the squad nearest the legionnaires opens fire, joined by their comrades further west, while the rest of the insurgents continue their slow, methodical advance along the gully. Sand and rock fragments explode around the legionnaires positioned among the rocks. Neumann gasps as a bullet slices along the side of his neck leaving a bloody trail. Normand hears the loud slap of bullets passing near his head, feels the hot breath on his cheeks. Gonzalez cries a plaintive, “Madre de Dios!” as he presses himself flat against the rocks, too shaken to return the intense fire.As the world turns to chaos around him, Pyotr gazes down the barrel of his rifle. It seems as if the machine gun is pointed straight at him as he draws a bead on the gunner while the loader slips a belt of ammunition into the receiver and slaps the feed cover into place.</blockquote>

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