"We've got a wounded civilian." Hannibal reports back, "We need to get back to base so she can get medical attention."
Having to leave Face behind was always a possibility - and the way they're being swarmed by troops makes it a much higher possibility.
Waiting until the gunner drops from his post, Face sees the opportunity and takes it - slinging his grappling hook for the opposite tower with barely enough rope to make the gap. "Here goes nothing..." he mutters under his breath and closes his eyes before climbing up on the wall - doing his best Tarzan-like swing across the field of wounded before dropping on the opposite side of the APC and rolling on the hard ground, pain shooting through his arms and legs.
"Jesus Christ..." he groans, only closing his eyes a second before trying to scramble to his feet. If he's gonna make the chopper before they're too high to grab him he better move it.
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Having to leave Face behind was always a possibility - and the way they're being swarmed by troops makes it a much higher possibility.
Waiting until the gunner drops from his post, Face sees the opportunity and takes it - slinging his grappling hook for the opposite tower with barely enough rope to make the gap. "Here goes nothing..." he mutters under his breath and closes his eyes before climbing up on the wall - doing his best Tarzan-like swing across the field of wounded before dropping on the opposite side of the APC and rolling on the hard ground, pain shooting through his arms and legs.
"Jesus Christ..." he groans, only closing his eyes a second before trying to scramble to his feet. If he's gonna make the chopper before they're too high to grab him he better move it.