Dugan wrote:"Morrison you were the last person I was expecting to see down here. You came within a few seconds of being bbq'd! What in Gods name are you and your men doing down here?"
Morrison spat out a disgusting yellowish glob of saliva and dip before he answering: "Reinforcements. What's it look like to you, Simovic?"
Morrison then turned to the FNG Ward, with a amused smirk on his face; "I am currently not at liberty to discuss that fully. But since you're here, I'll tell you anyway- big nasty 'ol roaches as big as you and me. They're aggressive too, so if you see something with more then one thumb per hand, or with a tail, just light it up Marine." Morrison said, scratching his chin.
Morrison then motioned for his batch of Marines to stay close to him, and then moved himself closer to the original group, ensuring that everyone could hear him, before he starting barking out what he had to say: "Awright Marines, lissen up! We are leaving!" Morrison's voice echoed in the tunnel "Smooth and by the numbers. Just stay frosty- and disperse ammo between fireteams. Pitt, you and yours take point. Me and the FNG's will hold up the rear. Questions?" Morrison looked around the group of Marines as he spat at the tunnel floor again.