To his horror, Colour Sergeant O'leary realized he was the the most senior man on the field. There was sporadic firing, but the firefight had finished, they were on the enemy position, he tried to catch his breath, and then noticed he';s snapped his bayonet in the chest of one of the insurgents, he laughed gently, as battlenet crackled into action. "Papa one, requesting sitrep!" It said. He pressed the PTT on the barrel of his SLR. "This is O'leary, taking command, set up all round defense, i want casualties out of here within the hour, get some bodies searchers in, lets find out where these bastards came from!" He stood for the first time since the action started, he was a hardened man, decorated during the the recent wars serving the UASS, he knew his job, and once again he's done it well. "Colour, you should see this!" Corporal Bradley said calling over. When he got there Bradley was holding an arm-band. "It says Salestia, colour, you think these are regulars?" He said studying the bloodstained armband. "Not our place to find out, get those prisoners back to the intelligence corps boys, and start getting your wounded guys out... oh and tell your troops to stay alert, this might just be the start!"
Slowly the prisoners were lead away for interrogation.
