A few days ago we received a message from the Trenchcoats. They wanted our help in flushing out those Van Saar, the Saints, who had holed up with the Enforcer squad who call themselves the Dredd-notts. Seeing their positions, we approached from the same side, giving each other cover fire as best we could as our close combat guys moved in. Instead of waiting for us to show ourselves in the building, those Saints decided they wanted to pick us off as we approached. They had a few lucky shots, but we sniped them as they stuck their heads up in the windows. That robot dog of theirs even tried to take Mikhail, but one shot with his autogun and it's receptors were melted. Our newest members made a good show of themselves, with Chekov knocking Donal from his perch and Fyodor standing up time and time again as he was hit, but not wounded. Ivan and Yuri both scored wounds and the cowards ran away.
I hated working with those slimy Delaque's though, and I've sent our newest recruit, Andrei, to scout out their movements. We will engage them on the field of battle soon, proving that we are the ruling gang of the Underhive.
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