Through the cloud of gas, through the unknown number of enemies, through the possibility that I had to move out as soon as possible, I needed to do it all. This was not Sawyer's expertise, I couldn't depend on that guy.
"Sawyer, how many hostiles are there?" I shouted to my radio.
"I have taken out three cavalries charge," he reloaded the magazine of his M16, "But more is to come, why do you even ask?"
"Can you hold them off?"
"Can I? Of course I can't hold them off completely, I only have two hands," Sawyer cut the transmission as more silenced gunfire echoed through the radio.
Bloody hell, fuck triage, I needed to get everyone out of this gas cloud. I skipped every identification and just focused on the immediate, no pulse? You're dead. Sorry, but that was the only option.
