Lucas:
((Ano sneaky brekki, iv danke.))
Using the convienient cover of the blown up-vehicle, you manage to get closer to the row of hounds, and their executioner.
Close enough to hear them.
The officer has his sidearm aimed at the next hound's head.
"Where is the human soldier?"
"I not know!"
"I'll ask you again, where is the human soldier?"
"please, I not know!"
The officer them shoots the hound, and he falls lifeless down on the ground with an exit wound in his forehead. The other hounds whimper, as the officer moves to the next hound.
You're about 6 meters away from the grunt with his back to you, and 8 meters away from the row of hounds.
Arguably, close enough to run up to the grunt, but not enough time to run to the row.
Father:
With no further ado, you open up on the right flank.
The single-barreled 30mm isn't that fast to shoot, but once it hits one of the mounted hounds, he's almost gibbed.
You fire manages to bring down 2 of them in total, all while the convoy is speeding along the passage.
Seems like a few of the buggies on the left has made it down from the cliff, and is now speeding beside some trucks. Alas, that's not something you can deal with in the turret. The depression isn't low enough to aim at them.
The right flank of 10 cavalerists are firing wildly at the convoy, taking out a couple of crewmembers. One falls over the railing, and gets run over by one of the huge wheels.
One bullet nearly gets you, as it bounces of the turret's frontal armor.
As things seem to have reached the peak of action, a squadron of old rotor-propelled helicopters fly overhead. They bear the flag of the hound separatists.
They're quite large too, as they seem like flying tanks almost. They've got turrets aswell, which they rain down bullets from above.
Smasher:
Leaving the LMG at the crates, you walk of to find somewhere to get yourself cleaned up. Luckily, this jungle is quite lush for a reason. There's a small stream coming from the mountains above, passing by a remote corner of the outpost.
You get cleaned up, and find yourself alone by the stream.
The outpost resides on a cliff overlooking the jungle. From here, you can see quite a lot. Hell, you can see the lumberyard in the distance.
There's several roads running through the jungle in different directions, cutting through the dense jungle. The local fauna constantly makes noise, and the wind rustles the treetops.
The sun is about to dissapear into the horizon, bathing the jungle in a more orange light. There's also some stormclouds gathering to the south.
You think you spot something gleam in the trees closest to you. Almost like a reflection of sorts.