"DAMM NIGGA! YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE! My {fate} told me what you were up to, but I didn't think you would actually do it!"
"HEFE! WHAT THE FUCK? You make gringos on crack look normal! You just threw our plans out the window!"
"Quiet you two, get your squads into position! Mortar Squads, I want visibility NOW! Santi, Boo your up! Hurry! Hi Patron! Please leave the small fry to us! We will form a battle line ASAP!"
"Got it boo. {Predict}!"
"ORANGE SQUAD! TIME FOR A BARBECUE! HAUL ASS!"
I turned around to the familiar voices of Warren Bryant, Santiago Gonzales and Claire Bryant. They dismounted the M1151 or souped-up Humvees and the M1078 trucks with familiarity. As more and more of them arrived, my Reapers began shooting at any enemy that came close.