Mission critical: "welcome to my smegging job..."

Who: Kevn Fenard
where: the planet
when: he just entered the square.
Kevn was making his way down the town square, there was no enemy
activity. Kevn rummaged through a hut finding ammo and more guns. Kevn
then found another earpiece. He set it in his ear, "Shane? Jay? Johnny?
I'm back on the air."
"Kevn Fenard." said a voice.
"Who's this?"
"Call me Mik..."
"Mik? You're one of the Mercs!"
"Yes, and to be frank I'm extremely disappointed. They send a bunch of
mechanics with guns to help their comrades. How pathetic!"
Kevn then realized what he meant. He's right they were just mechanics,
they probably never had any military dicipline, he even got
headstrong...
"You'll never make it off this planet alive, you and these hostages
are dead!" then the radio switched off.
Kevn fell to his knees, "We... we never thought it through, we never
planned a strategy... I should've known better... Now... they're all
doomed..."
Kevn looked at the bazookoid. "No! It isn't over! Its time to make a
real rescue mission, I'm not letting them down!" Kevn went to a city
map that was lying on a nearby table.
Kevn then began to see the pieces fall into place, the city hall was
where the transmission took place, its also the most heavly guarded
area. He would slip in by heading to the north, and find a way to get
to the rooftops. After that he'd plan on how to get in the building
unnoticed. So now he had a strategy, and he had the firepower. Kevn
gripped his newfound assault rifle, stocked up on ammo for it and its
shotgun. "Now let the bodies hit the floor." Kevn left with a gun and
finally with a plan.