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Duncan stretched an arm outward, quickly snagging the two plasma grenades and bringing them back to his chest. Leaning over onto his side, he then snatched a zip-tie from his ballistic vest, wrapping the two together. Looking back to Castellanos with a broadening grin, he held the two daisy-chained grenades together. “Cheers mate, ibi erit … uh, butio. Boom!” Duncan replied with a chuckle, then squabbling down into the trench with the Aschen and taking position beside Decurion.

He held up his forearm, pointing to a holo-display of the Governor’s Mansion, as well as a series of little blue and green tick-marks that represented the marine positions. “Some of my boys say there’s a cellar door on the back quarter of the mansion - want to ring the doorbell with me?” Duncan said, pointing to the objective marker on his forearm and then hefting the daisy-chained grenades before the man. Next, he flicked a foot out to give the Corporal a soft kick in the shin.

“Leave a man with him and we’ll have a medic on that, looks like he just got a kiss on the tit.” Duncan yelled, soon yanking back the charging handle of his MP-24 and turning the rifle over in his hands. “Right, lads, one last little tiff and then we’re done! Paratus ad ire?”

With the marines on their flank encouraging most of the fire, Duncan and the squad of Aschen marines were more or less free to move up, bounding over each other to overwhelm the remaining gunmen as they closed in from the side. Duncan made sure to keep the marines spaced out, crouching by a bush as he took a moment to scan the approach and quickly issue his movements. “Move it, boys, move it! Two at a time, the rest cover fire! Eia igitur, age!.” He shouted, waving a gloved hand forward to the side wall of the mansion before unleashing bursts of fire with his MP-24.