User:Dragonclaws/Rebels

“Sergeant Reynolds,” he sighed as he saw the back of the Marine’s tanned head. “I am actually glad to see you...” he trailed off as Reynolds turned around, a M6 in his hand aimed forward.

“Sergeant Major,” Reynolds nodded, his gaze friendly and his tone serious. “How’s about you give yourself up?”

“Huh,” he laughed without emotion. Figured Reynolds’d be working for a higher-up. “FLEETCOM that concerned about Grunts?”

“Grunts?” Reynolds asked, actually sounding confused.

He heard the loud click of a shotgun being cocked behind him. Careful to keep his movements nonthreatening, he turned away from Reynolds to see Cobb standing behind him holding a big-ass gun. He studied the weapon, recognizing it as a contraband Callahan – rebel weapon. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!”