[URF Outpost, Kiev] [Supposedly classified Sierra-Three S&D mission] [Sometime before Skadi's departure from Kiev]
//It was supposed to be one of Sierra-Three's many quick drop in pull out search & destroy operations, but this particular one went bad after the marines deployed with them defied orders.//
<//..Right ladies, we've touched down on Kiev..//> The co-pilot's voice bellows over the comms, he looks over to the cargo bay, and nods.
"Thank you." Layla thanks the pilot and co-pilot.
She picks up her helmet, she stared at her reflection in the helmet's visor, before putting it over her head, with her team members following suit. She picks up her BR-85 Battle Rifle, and slings it over her head, she then ejects the clip to make sure it's filled, and then clicks it back in the gun.
"Alright let's get to work boys." Layla tells the marines over the radio.
The marines proceeded to the front gate, whilst Layla's team proceeded to the back, intending to enter quietly. The marines were only supposed to come in when things went bad.
When out of nowhere, three explosions could be heard at the front, a breaching charge, followed by grenades and flash bangs.
</..WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!../> Cressida screams over the radio. The marines did not reply, moments before a firefight erupts between the marines and URF troops stationed in the outpost.
The four Spartans vaulted over the wall surrounding the outpost and begin sprinting towards the weapon caches and placing charges on them, and at a distance, they detonated the charges, destroying the URF weapon caches. "Well this should cripple the bastards." Cressida smirks.
A cry for a medic could then be heard, Layla ran toward the call for help, upon realizing that it was a URF Lieutenant that needed help. Of course, Layla did not care who it was, she cared for any human life the same.
She removed her helmet, her long blonde hair spills out of the helmet, her face was fair, and her cheeks had a mild blush. She removed the Lieutenant's helmet, and looked him in the eyes.
She whispers to him.
"Don't worry, I am a medic." She said, as she tried to calm him down, while he was struggling. "Please, do stay still." She applies pressure to the bullet wound on his leg. She removes the bullet in the leg, as the man starts to scream. She unhooks the bio-foam canister from her belt, and applies its contents onto the wound. She then gives the man a gentle and assuring smile, as she looked him in the eyes.