Dallas Linn dove into the water after his commanding officer and took a moment to become accustomed with the new environment. He was an airborne ranger, and while it probably seemed crazy to everyone else in the world, he would rather jump out of a perfectly good aircraft than a boat into a combat zone any day of the week. He watched Huscarl's flare begin to move deeper in the dark water and followed the glowing red light down. It wasn’t long before the wreckage of an old boat came into view.

Linn moved to one end of the crate, took hold of it, and paused while Huscarl hefted his own end. He started to lift up before Huscarl suddenly stopped and stood still, as if he was listening for something. He couldn’t hear whatever it was that had spooked Huscarl, but if it had him spooked, it was definitely worth worrying about. He had his answer when the captain spoke, and Linn quickly moved to a position near the wreckage entrance. The ranger instinctively reached for his weapon, realised it wasn’t there, then pressed himself against the vessel’s hull and drew his knife, an M9 bayonet, instead.

Praetorian waited until the second diver came fully into view before lunging forward. He rammed into the man’s side, and grabbed onto him. The diver was unable to bring his weapon to bear on his assailant, and he began trying to twist free. The two struggled for several long moments before Linn was able to drive his knife into the diver’s neck and slash it open. He released the man and pushed away from him as the water began turning red. Looking to see how Huscarl was doing, he sighed when he saw the captain was giving him a thumbs up. He swam back over to the crate and took hold of it.
“Let’s get this over with.”