Book opened his eyes and shook his head. For a moment he had forgotten where he was but when he recognized the inside of the old, hot dumpster he instantly remembered that he was in the middle of a war. Reaching for his M16 he came to the sad realization that it was not with him and most likely burried in the debris.
"Damnit.. Davis, leave me here. Head back our teams position. I'm not going to have you die out here because of my failure to take out the skinnies.."
He took a deep breath and pulled his side arm from it's holster and placed it up against the dumpter's side wall. He pulled the trigger and gave a sigh of relief when he heard a corresponding thud.
"They know were in here.."