With Dignity

“We are surrounded, no way we’re making exfil.” Kai didn’t need to hear it from Vishal, he knew that. It’d all fallen apart, he’d stopped thinking about exfil two days ago, all that mattered was the fight. He checked over the plasma repeater he’d appropriated after its user blew a hole through his best friend, the charge was low, so was their time given he could hear the banshees getting closer.
“Orders?” There weren’t any, and Vishal knew that. He wrapped what remained of his charred hands around the rifle and rose to his feet, broken visor looking down on his comrade.
“Die well.”