Marcus on point, Khayman snapped off, then gestured to the north, Brand and Viego, you got his six. The LT and I will bring up the rear. His pistol in his hand, he wished he'd forsworn his oath to obey his commanders and had brought his rifle, but then dismissed the thought as it was fruitless, Move out.
Vigeo nods at the Sarge. He moves to cover Marcus's rear moving to the opposite side of Aaron. He keeps an eye out for any signs of trouble.
Casting an eye behind them as he moves, Nolan brings up the rear, content to allow Khayman to take charge. After all, Khayman is the combat vet, here doesn't need to be micro managed, he knew far more in this sort of situation than Nolan did, and he knew it.
Aaron took position behind his brother, with the unconscious bar tender slung over his shoulder like a rolled up rug. He had half a mind to hop onto the nearest roof and call-out the puppet master directly. Who knows, maybe the mastermind behind all this would have a big enough ego to answer. But orders were orders.
Marcus turned North and moved with a purpose toward the northern street. Once there he stops and surveys the area for threats.
---Everyone---
The squad moves quickly to the Northern street. The isn't any commotion rising from behind in devastated inn, but considering the reactions of the townspeople earlier, that's not overly surprising. There is no sign of the stream of armed towns people who were approaching the inn. Presumably they are already filing into smoking structure, but they don't seem to be moving anywhere else. The Northern street seems to be empty including anything that might be invisible, at least as far as any of the group can tell at a quick glance
There is a line of houses and a Feed Store with a Neon light blinking Joey's Feed, on the northern side of the street. A small avenue continues north on the east side of the feed store. The Northern gate is probably two or three blocks up that avenue if the maps all of you saw of the town are to be remembered. Along with no armed guards, there are No civilians anywhere to be seen either. Perhaps some unheard command sent them into their homes for cover, but the streets of this town are eerily quiet at this moment.
Viego looks around nervous. "Its quite, like too quiet right?" he says to the others.
Nolan looks along the street to the East and West, and voices his opinion.
"We need to not let them drive us North. That way lies the ambush. We go East or West, then turn South and punch through their line.
Marcus cut right up ahead, Khayman growled leading the group to the east, as soon as you see an opening heading south, take it and stomp the fuck out of anything that gets in your way. Veigo, cover him. Brand, if you can't wake the bartender ditch him, he's dead weight and we need to pick up the pace. He didn't want to leave the man behind, but he wasn't about to sacrifice his boys for an unknown either.
Aaron frowned at Sarge's orders, but he gave a single nod in response. I'll drop him as soon as he becomes a liability. Best he stays dark for now, Sarge. Weight's not an issue. If the barkeep's previous behavior was any indication, he would probably react...poorly if he was revived in this situation and that was an unpredictable variable that Aaron did not want to introduce at this moment.
Aaron glanced around and spat on the ground. I don't think our "host" understands who exactly it is that they're toying with. I say we carve a straight path towards the outer walls and make our own opening. We have enough juice for multiple layers of forcefields and there isn't a single structure in this town that can withstand to Marc and V's combined brute force. We do it fast and it may catch the puppet master off-guard long enough to pull this off.