Cut Off The Head

"Week 3, day 3. We no longer have a working structure of command above my own position. As my platoon and I were making our way towards the 7th day of clearing buildings we got an emergency dispatch from HQ. I'm writing it down in the log verbatim in case it's needed in the future.
'HQ to field. HQ to field. Have suffered massive damage. Hostiles from every corner. Defenses failed. Cannot hold for much longer. Do not attempt to return to ba...'
And the transmission cut out at the ending... I'm assuming that's when the power gave out completely. But we wont know for sure. My team put out a signal to all possible remaining teams out in the area to gather in one spot. Unfortunately no answers came back. Which, in this case, isn't necessarily a bad thing. Our radios are made in such a way to pick up radio transmissions whether they have enough power to respond or not. So it's possible no one was able to respond with such low levels of power. However we left the coordinates for our point of destination and an approximate time for our ETA.
We're on our way now. But the only squads I know of that are possibly out in the city and still alive are led by Johnson and Angel. Both of them are more then capable team leaders, and they kept their teams well trained... But hopefully they'll have more of a team then we do."

Excerpt from the battle log of Steven A. Carpenter. Code Named: Reaper.