Mmmmmm, salty.

Managing to produce a vast amount of salt is no easy feat, but to the men of the Salt Boys such a thing comes easily.

"Mark calm down!" the others protested, but Mark's temper could not be quelled. His friends had once again fed the enemies and he was all alone, nothing but his M4 and his iron will.

"Will yoose lot stop focking dying?!" He asked, already knowing the answer. They were dead weight and Mark knew it. He had always known it. The only thing keeping him and his furor in check was the sick AWP skills from Ed and the awesome flashes from Ed and the wicked sick bantz from Ed.

He let loose a swift burst into the skull of an approaching Terrorist, shards of bone and brain matter coating the wall behind him. Looking past the sundered Terrorist he noticed another of the blaggarts heading towards B. "Come on Mark you can do it!" Came the calls from his friends, "Shut the ♥♥♥♥ up" Mark bellowed, the sound of his friends blocking the sounds of any approaching Terrorists.

"Bomb has been planted" came the ghostly call, something in him told Mark the bomb had been planted. He was running out of time, 45 seconds left he was approaching window. He took a flash bang from his belt and through it through.

40 seconds. He charged through the window unleashing a war cry of immense proportions, those who heard it wept to behold the power resonating through the air. Mark quickly aquired a couple of targets, he let loose a volley towards car and they impacted in the head of Ahmed the Brave.

37 seconds. He spun quickly taking out a nameless terrorist cowering behind a box. He looked under the body and sure enough there was the bomb, if you could call such a crude rendition a bomb. It would take at least 10 seconds to defuse the bomb, and he still had two terrorists left to deal with...

"Car!" shouted Edward, "Boxes!" came the call from Samed. The situation was made worse when almost simultaneously Connall shouted "Upper tunnels!". How could they be in three places at once? Mark's ire began worsen, he couldn't tell his friends to ♥♥♥♥ off, could he? He brushed such thoughts aside and looked at the clock, 34 seconds. It could be clutched. He knew it in his heart.

Mark peeked out behind the boxes towards the burning shell of a car, noone there. He quickly adjusted his aim to upper tunnels and saw noone.