||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:48:39 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|Littlefield’s voice echoed in their helmets, his proximity automatically overriding the other voices, fading them below his own. “Sejak! Mellish! You two take flanking positions on the square and hold it. Wabowski, you and the rest of the squad come with me on point. I don’t want anything comin’ up behind me, Marines!”“Ma’am! Yes, ma’am!” Littlefield barked back enthusiastically. |
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