Un-fucking-believable
Cryo with randoms, no mics, I go on a fucking rampage with my M77, killing purple shields at a distance scoped, smoking mfs in CQC as they try to breach bubbles with the neutered WSTR. I down once and other Recon downs too, after a couple of minutes our last remaining squad mate revives us both, we regroup, wipe another squad. At this point I'm swimming in purple loot and picked up TWO vault keys. There is one squad left and we are on final exfil, I tell the boys prior to this we need to up our clearance, was reduced to 1 when I died and had my tags taken...
Cue final exfil which of course nobody knows where it will spawn. I open fire on this last remaining squad and give chase hoping they are heading towards their squad mate who found it. He did, they are. And then the above happens...
Now here comes the best part. I get a crew invite from one of the rival runners we just tangled with after the game:
Him: "bro, we could have exfild together!"
Me: "oh, you're the squad that just fucked us at the end?"
Him" "wait, what? You guys knocked us out at the last second!"
Me: "no bro, I got knocked out too, couldn't fucking believe it!"
Him: "damn, must have been the bots, ggs man *laughing* "
Me: *laughing* yeah man, ggs
Pure cinema, would do again