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"Reaper, you ok? REAPER! Some one get me a medic!"

Reaper looked up at some voice, but what it was saying or who it was he couldn't tell. In fact, he couldn't tell a lot of things right now. His vision was blurry, and he heard more of a ringing in his ears than anything. But as his hearing returned and his vision cleared, he heard yelling and gun fire, seperated by an occasional explosion, all off in the distance. Then he heard his commander's voice. He also saw several flaming vehicles, and dead soldiers. Too many dead in fact.

"Where is my medic!?"

"Busy sir! Wounded all over the place. Reaper is shellshocked, he will be fine. Now get your head down while it is still attached!" To add emphasis, several bullets hit the cement slab the soldier was behind. Reaper looked and saw the "slab" was really what was left of a wall for a building. It was tall enough you could duck down and be covered, but wouldn't last under a barrage. He looked around and remembered what happened. It was a usual run for supplies from Charlie to Oscar. The path between the two bases took them through a city on the edge of Tribe territory. The convoy was moving along the city streets when the lead truck went up in a ball of flame. Before anyone saw what happened, the Tribe was on them. Some of the trucks backed down the street if they were in the back, others tried pushing through, only to be stopped by heavy fire or explosives paving the street. Reaper's truck was in an intersection when the attack began. Their driver backed up and cleared a path for the other trucks to detour through. The men in his truck jumped out to start covering the retreat. Now, looking around, Reaper remembered what he should be doing.

"King, where is my gun? Did somebody move it?"

The commanding officer looked at him.

"No, the Tribe have it now. They are stealing them from the dead or disabled. Some cat one came ran up and grabbed when the trucks explosion knocked you out. It was fast, me and Hawk couldn't even react before it was gone."

Reaper swore. He was the support gunner for the squad, and now his deployable gun, a gun which he is trained to treat like a son, was gone. He looked around and quickly found an assault rifle they must have missed. It was still clutched by a soldier, and as he looked Reaper realized it was the driver. His uniform was charred, and burns covered his body. Reaper realized he died in the explosion as he grabbed the rifle and a few magazines that hadn't been damaged. He checked the ammo counter and felt the first bit of relief all day. The glowing red numbers said 50, a full clip. He quickly ducked beside Hawk, who was putting out pot shots with a sniper from behind a more complete building. He glanced around and saw choas. They were outnumbered at least 10:1, with no living soldiers near them. Ruined husks of trucks were scattered around the intersection, some burning, others just shot beyond use. Creatures of all sizes were ducking from cover to cover with stolen human weapons. He knew what they were, was trained to kill them. The Tribe.

The Tribe had been discovered in the year 3030. When first met, they were extremely friendly towards humans. The feeling seemed mutual. They were beings who seemed to be hybrids of animals, but with varying results. Some are humanoid, with fur covering thier body. Others have several aspects of the animal, and some were just unrecognizable. No one was sure where they came from, or where they had been living on Earth this whole time. When asked about it, they dodged the question or weren't sure. As time passed, humans were giving them land and materials for living. But, when jobs all over were becoming scarce, humans resorted to the usual behavior and started to blame the Tribe. As time went on, humans became more and more hostile towards the Tribe. Finally, in 3039, the tension hit a max. Widespread violence and discrimination towards the Tribe were causing them to move out of cities. The Tribe started to group up in small villages. Once they had large enough numbers, they would raid factores and storage places for weapons and food. This worried many leaders, who sent out small militia groups to disperse the group and get weapons back. On one of these events, a whole village was slaughtered. The Tribe blamed humans, but the humans there said Tribe members fired on them. Either way, it sparked a war that has lasted over 10 years.

Hawk looked at Reaper when he got into cover.

"I have never seen so many so organized. What has gotten into them?"

As Reaper went to respond, a human looking wolf came flying at them. He had a crude knife in both of his hands, and he was howling for blood. He flew right by Hawk and Reaper, not seeing them in their cover, and went for King, who was in less cover. King saw the wolf and raised his rifle, but when he pulled the trigger, all that was heard was a click. As fear and understanding crossed his face, the wolf doubled his efforts. King would try to fight, but there was no time to draw his own knife. He just tensed up and got ready to fight. Right before the wolf swung his knife, three rounds rocked his body. He fell face first and was motionless. Reaper's gun was smoking, and he didn't even blink. This is what he was trained for, so he simply turned and started to put fire on the advancing figures. King ran up beside them, and reloaded. The wall they were on was thicker and taller than King's, but still partly destroyed. They used this to their advantage, using the destroyed parts as ports to fire from. The streets were narrow, but with many out lets into it from alleways and smaller roads. As well, since they were on an intersection, they had three ways to defend. The Tribe couldn't move in a large group, but they seemed to be flooding into the street. With Reaper's fire suppressing them, Hawk was able to actually aim and fire his sniper. Any Tribe that showed its head quickly met their fate. However, as Reaper looked he realized that him, Hawk and King, the technical squad leader, was all that were left here from the convoy. The sound of battle still were strong, which told Reaper there are still survivors. However, ammo was getting low and they all knew they would be swarmed here. Any ammo they didn't have on them was in the truck, which was still burning away. This also meant they were on foot from here on out.

"King, we need to move. I saw a building about six blocks South of here when we drove in. It would work for a defensive position till we can get some back up from Charlie or Oscar, as well as a rendevous point for any survivors."

King noddes his head and grabbed his radio.

"All units, all units, this is King. If you hear me we are at the corner of Welsy and Falc. Under heavy fire by Tribe. Moving 6 blocks South. If you hear this, head to new location. Over."

As King said this, Reaper checked his ammo. 36 in the clip, with two on reserve.

"On three, laying down fire. Duck into the alley at 9 'o' clock. Ready? 3.2.1" At one, Reaper opened up down the street. Any Tribe who was advancing quickly ducked behind cover and returned the fire. The three sprinted across the street, ducking from cover to cover. They hit the alley, and ducked in while Reaper emptied the last bullets at the Tribe. They didn't stop, knowing they were quickly going to have company. With Reaper at point, and King on their six, they made their way quickly from alley to alley, changing directions here and there to throw off any pursuers. When they finally arrived at the building, the sight chilled their hearts.