"Soldiers and combat is like little kids and sharp objects- it's not good for them, but they always seem to find more wherever they go." - James Stacy
Bullets ripped through the air like pissed off invisible hornets. Red jacket went down instantly, totally unaware of his fate. Mills took a hit next, we dragged him to the woods. It was a trap.
Unmarked military camp
West of Myshkino
"This is the guy that held me hostage and beat the shit out of me a few days ago. Yeah, it was him, a girl, and a guy. They kidnapped me and tortured me for no FUCKING REASON." John kept telling us, talking about the russian who's name was... Cesar?
"It is a dog eat dog world, my friend." Cesar told John. Still, doesn't excuse senseless violence.
I kept coordinating with my buddies while using the radio. One of the guys that just got there, with a gas mask, wanted to teach this fucker a lesson. We all agreed and wanted to get him in some cover first.
"If it's a dog eat dog world, then what's stopping us from eating you?" John kept antagonizing him. I could tell this fuck wanted us to try something, that he had something up his sleeve.
"Well, maybe you have the barrels of four rifles pointing at you right now. However, such is the nature of the world. You may not have four rifles pointing at you. The only way to tell is to try something and see which one of us falls first." What the fuck is this guy? A goddamned philosopher? Really? I was ready to kick Cesar's teeth in.
"Right. Right. Of course you have snipers, because everyone does! I don't see anybody in the woods Cesar, so maybe you're all alone..." The new guy pushed. The new guy started looking in the woods nearby for any sign of barrels, scopes, or people. He said he didn't find any and he was dying to feed this guy his teeth. I was too, so we started the whole thing up again. I got in position behind him and pulled out my AKS-74U.
"PUT YOUR FUCKING GUN AWAY NOW! YOU TURN AROUND I WILL KILL YOU! GUN UP! HANDS! LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS RIGHT NOW! GET IN THE TENT! MOVE IT MOVE IT MOVE IT!"
He put his gun away, so far so good.
"So be it." Cesar said, smug little ass.
Hell broke loose.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Dirt kicking up, blood already in the air. Bullets ripped through the air like pissed off invisible hornets. Red jacket went down instantly, totally unaware of his fate. Mills took a hit next, we dragged him to the woods. It was a trap.
The smug russian fucker walking calmly to the tents, hands still where I could see them. I dove for cover and returned fire. Where the fuck were they? I thought I saw one in the woods, so I shot at the blur. The russian, Cesar, took for cover and pulled his gun off his back. I poked my head out and started shooting at the black-clad figure running away, UMP45 in hand. I should have hit him and i'm pretty sure I did, he was like ten feet from me when I started shooting. Snap! Right over my fucking head. Almost died, ran back. Got more cover. Heard screaming over the radio. Friends dying. Adrenaline pumping.
I took cover behind a cement fortification and looked up, spotted Cesar running straight towards me. Guess he wanted to finish the job- his mistake.
"I told you I had snipers you fucking asshole! Now put your fucking hands up before I shoot you!"
I came around my cover, weapon raised. Fired about fifteen shots at him, point blank range. He fired back but I could see the blood pouring out of his ruined vest and knew he wouldn't last longer. I ducked and fired another volley of rounds, and watched him fall face first in the dirt. I wasn't sure whether or not he was alive or dead so I ran behind him and finished him off with another five or six rounds. Peace out fucker, that one's for my brothers. I took off into the woods with John on a long flank. I heard a Winchester crack in the distance. Way to go Rafel, now get your brother to safety.
Uhhh.... Rafel was a guy we met about an hour ago. He had a retarded brother that he vowed to take care of. Loved the guy, Gerrick I think, with his whole heart. For some reason, Gerrick was allowed to carry around knives, AKM's, you name it. We even had to take a couple of hand grenades from him because he wanted to play with his "rocks."
We get a radio transmission from another buddy of ours that came as backup. He told us that he had three guys behind him and he had his hands up. We got in position and it took us about ten minutes, but we found the three. John fired off his AKM and hit one right in the asscheek, I fired and hit another in the side while he ran through the woods. We found Rafel looking for his brother while chasing the guy that got away. Rafel told us he shot a guy with an SVD in the head and killed him. We went back to the backup and found Gerrick bleeding out, having been shot in the chest. Rafel started freaking out but we helped Gerrick out a bit, as much as we could. I saw the last guy that was left from Cesar's group looking around in the tents for us. The three of us ran after him, leaving Gerrick and Rafel in the woods.
The guy in the yellow armband, wearing all black, vanished once I spoke out to him. Last we heard of him was a suppressed gun firing towards us, only once. I guess he can tell the tale for his dead buddies.
Time to lick our wounds and get back out there. I need more ammo.
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