9mm bullets couldn't stop the beasts from 40 meters, but they did a damn good job at 15. He slid a fresh magazine into his now empty machinepisol, and was about to give an order when the rest of the S.S. burst through the trees. "We need to get these men back to the gate FOB, someone radio for a armored truck, surgeon and field medic" 

[i]The S.S. have their doubts[/i] he heard a voice in his head so 

[i]So let them[/i] He heard another respond.