Suddenly the harsh crash of the telephone jerked him to life. Snatching the handset he barked into the mouthpiece.
"152nd National Gu....."
"Cut the crap Chekhov. This is Sergeant Major Webster here from the Forward Operation Base at Purgatory. All Hell has broken out here. Stand the remainder of the Regiment to and get me the Duty Officer NOW!"
"Yes sir," snapped Chekhov dropping the handset and jumping to his feet.
"Sir, sir. Captain Webb sir. Sergeant Major Webster is on the phone and he's real pissed."
|The Battle Map|
I've rolled up forty (yes 40!) rioters I've got five Guardsmen and an armoured car. Things could get very tight for Gunny Highway. The game'll be played this weekend so tune in again for the results. Thanks for reading.