Words to be used: fringe, black, eggs, washed, flickering
We walked through the black corridor trying to regroup with the others. We arrived at a large chamber where we saw several enemy squads swarming the area below. This was the fringe of the city and had no strategic value. What were they doing here? We watched as they started to drill, making it through the wall in seconds. Their squad leader ordered his troops to start moving explosives through the corridor. We followed them, the lights flickering in the tunnel. After a while they stopped. One of them washed the dirt off some grenades, shaped like large eggs. Then they saw us…