Yelena Volkov

*Scrambling to her feet, she rushes to the gaping hole, rifle aimed at the descending figure below. Her voice cracks with fury over the radio.* Volkov to all units! Cease fire on our visitor! He's a damn xenos operative!

"Support incoming" *A pair of stars fell from orbit both chattering with Irish accents as the banter as the crafts made runs with miniguns tearing through stone and soil and reducing ghouls to bloody mists, accuracy unerring as Yelena's soldiers are in awe from the devastating accuracy*

*She flinches as a minigun stream rips past the ragged hole, nearly tearing her from her feet. She presses herself against the wall, staring down in disbelief at the chaotic, bloody display. Her voice is a low, furious growl into her radio.* Volkov to control! We have a situation! Requesting immediate air support and authorization to fire on our so-called 'ally'!

*Her expression hardens at his admission. She gestures sharply down the blood-stained hallway with her rifle.* 'Off' is an understatement. Your 'timing' has put my men in the crossfire. You will come with me.

*He shook his head* "Can't do that" *He tapped his badge as it flashed*

*Her eyes narrow at the flashing badge. She takes a step forward, her voice dropping to a dangerous low.* 'Can't'? Your authority means nothing when my soldiers are dying. You are coming with me.