Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

Hey, stow the chatter Hemmingway barked the current mission leader definitely seemed uneasy. Then again, he was the type to expect the worst to occur, and the fact that they hadn't ambushed left him with two reasonable possibilities They either got extremely lucky and managed to time the delivery right so that they just missed the patrols, or the other more likely scenario was that they knew where they were going to meet and would ambush them here. As the minutes ticked by, Hemmingway was growing more and more anxious where the hell were they? They should have been here by now. He was about to call for Matthews to have her check on ahead to see if they were coming when Gregor's voice played over the earbud, Got a convoy approaching your position. Might be them Hemmingway nodded and said, Keep an eye on them....I'll let you know in a minute. Soon enough, the roar of an engine could be heard Hemmingway immediately ordered everyone ready in case this was an ambush, himself shouldering his rifle. Suddenly, a voice called out, Phoenix! Phoenix! Hemmingway recognized the challenge word, then shouted in reply Icepick! and added to the rest of his crew Stand down! They're here. Soon enough, another Runner transport vehicle, red-gray in coloration approached them, flanked by three ATVs of armed soldiers. He then placed a finger to the earbud and said to Gregors, It's them. Scan the area, make sure we don't any uninvited guests Roger was the reply. A rather lanky blonde-haired man in a business-type suit, complete with tie and all, then stepped out of the Runner. Ah, Mister Hemmingway. Good to see you again, old friend. Hemmingway was surprised to see this man of all people here. Marshal Drake? What are you doing all the way out here? Hemmingway then asked Drake chuckled and replied, Well, this is a fairly important piece of hardware we need. And besides, sitting in that stuffy town of Girdershade was getting boring. We're running on reserve power for now, and we're mighty grateful for your town to trade a power core with us. I believe we've brought ample recompense for this trouble. Drake then snapped his fingers, Boys, if you would please The rear door of Girdershade's Runner opened up and several boxes of supplies - medical equipment, spare parts, and food among other things - were carried out and laid before them. Hemmingway motioned for his men to go get what they were trading for, and soon enough the box was laid at Marshal Drake's feet. Ah, excellent, Mayor Tim will be excited to see this. As will I the reserve stores are particularly finicky and aren't very dependable. Hemmingway just said, It's no trouble y'all have been good to us. Just hopes this helps you out in........ A loud bang was heard, and a solid ferrite round passed clean through Hemmingway's shoulder, making the mission leader drop like a rock, clutching the wound in pain. Just then, what seemed like more than half a dozen heavily-armored soldiers emerged from the surrounding rock. Shit! Ambush! Get down, get down! one of the men shouted Harris turned the tri-barreled cannon and started firing on the assailants, forcing them to momentarily go into cover themselves. However, he was soon picked off by the unseen sniper with a gutshot, falling from the now-vacant cannon seat. Kill them all! one of the attackers shouted the battleground quickly erupted into a frenzied firefight. Just then, two more vehicles arrived, pouring out almost two dozen additional troops in the same heavy armor. What the fuck are the Enforcers doing here!?! How did they even get past the sentries?! Jameson shouted, trying to cover Hefter and Geralds as they pulled Harris and Hemmingway out of the line of fire. Gregors! Find that damn sniper! Hemmingway shouted not two seconds later one of the Girdershade soldiers got shot in the head, his body collapsing like a pile of bricks. Now, dammit! the mission leader said, trying to get himself to his feet and help out with defending the exchange point.