When I step out of the ops tent, I knew that there was going to be trouble. What kind, I was not exactly sure of yet. The air is thick and tense. I need not have even step any further, and I hear the crashing of gunfire coming down onto the far side at the main entrance of the camp.
We are under fire.
So as I pass every bewildered Marine, I show for every single one of them to take a stance, and I make my way up to where Lopez and Caylee are gearing up.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Came in five minutes ago; they came straight past our defenses and got into camp."
"How many?"
"From what we were told, a group of about fifty-four men, can be more."
I only but shake my head at the odd amount of a small number, "I am leaning to that there is more." But just as I am about to even ask what more, the very moment they come flying over.
