((Hey all, sorry for the slow RPing on my side, I'll be picking up the activity on the RP from now on, so keep up!))
Randall looked upon a virtual console embedded in the shield. He tinkered with it as the shield door faded, the platoon was free. The remaining sixteen out of the once forty-three soldiers of the platoon, most stripped of their weapons and wounded exited the shield door. It seemed the brute platoons had been defeated by Behemoth Squad. A man who carried an unconscious marine in his hands walked up to Randall. The man was wearing a standard UNSC infantry uniform that was tattered.
"Lieutenant Martin, thank you for rescuing me and my platoon." Martin said.
"No problem." Randall said, turning around and activating his COM.
"Regroup on me, Behemoth. Oh, and Admiral, we've found them. Requesting EVAC, sending the coordinates now."
"Glad to hear it, Randall. Incoming Pelicans shall be arriving soon." Jones replied over the COM.
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