[ EU ] A squad of new XCOM recruits are about to embark on their first mission .

Sgt. Franklin looked around the skyranger. This bunch was a real group of chumps, he thought. They were fresh off the bus from the recruitment centre, and foaming at the mouth to kill aliens. It did n't even look like they thought through what was involved with this line of work. Like really thought it through. Franklin grimaced and shook his head. `` This is going to be a real s #! tshow.'' 
 
 `` What was that Sarge?,'' yelled Pvt. Samson. `` It's really loud in here!''. 
 
 `` I said let's get this s #! t on the road,'' said Franklin, as the jump light switched from green to red indicting they were approaching their position. 
 
 `` Ok boys, on your feet,'' bellowed Sgt. Franklin. `` Time for your trial by fire.'' 
 
 Outwardly Franklin was calm and collected, but inside he was a ball of nerves. This was a terror mission. The worst kind of mission. The chances of anyone surviving this were slim to none. 
 
 As the skyranger landed, the rear door hissed open and the group rushed out into the night. Pvt. Samson was struck in the head immediately and fell to the ground, dead. Frankin urged the terrified men forward, as the buildings around them erupted with the sounds of chryssalids. One by one, the men fell, and their bodies became hosts to new chryssalids. As the last rookie fell, Sgt Franklin made a break for the skyranger. He was badly wounded but made it inside. What he did n't know was that he was infected with a new chryssalid weapon which was ready to produce 2 chryssalid warriors when Franklin's heart rate returned to normal.
