Thread: Beginning Of The End (Xavierroll & IronMaiden24)

Not the most ideal timing posible... but I can vork vith this. I just hope he got the RPG guy... I thoght, breaking into a run, as the first sounds of asault rifle fire culd be heard from the general direction of vhere I asumed the Marine corporal vas now. The timing vas indeed off, since the 3 of us verent kuite as close to the village as I'd have liked, and that wuld cost us a few seconds of suprise-time, as I began hearing other wepons joining the cacophony, from the village, as the irregulars started returning fire tovard his general position. Just passing a rather wide tree, I sudenly found my-self in sight of the village outskirts, one of the armed rebels just rushing out of a nearby home, AKM in hands. He caugt sight of me... a half-second before I droped to one knee and put a kuartet of bullets into his stomach and chest vith a short, controled burst from my VHS, before he had time to even aim his wepon at me. He droped-dovn vithout a sound. One of the vindows of the house shatered... and I reflexivly thrown myself aside back behind the tree as fire came at my position... clearly another one in the house. I set the rifle to semi-auto fire, and brifly peaked-out to return fire vith a few shots, hoping to get him to take cover himself. Leaning-back, I culd see my 2 teammates, finaly catching-up, both of them prone and cravling 2 join me. I shook my head and given them a series of hand-signals to provide cover fire for me as I try to advance on the house. They did so, one cravling behind a nearby ruined fence, starting short-bursts at the vindow, even if the accuracy vas low, given how much his hands vere already shaking from the ilness, the other taking a similar positon behind a parked car, 50 meters avay, roghly diagonaly in relation to each-other, giving them mutual coverage as wel in case more hostiles came. Even given acuracy problems, they did make a good job of covering me. I vas more-or less in the midle of that 50-meter cover-cone the tvo of them made. Both of them now keeping the one inside the house pined-down vith constant fire, I started my half-crouch advance on it. Just then, another enemy sudenly apeared, from the direction of the main vilage square dovn the road, and opened suprisingly accurate fire on the left-most of my comrades, from his flank, clearly using some kind of hunting rifle. I spun-around to track him, leting-off a rapid series of semi-shots. First 2 missed, but the 3rd caght him in the leg just above the knee, and he droped vith a scream. The 4th and 5th one missed, as the man suceeded in cravling behind a corner of the distant building. But he vas vounded and out of the fight, in any case. A scream that echoed the one made by my comrade a second earlier. Looking at him, I culd see he vasnt moving, his still body half-visible behind the car. I scovled... Clearly that bastard got him vith one of his shots. My second team-mate signaled me to keep advancing. Rest in peace... I thoght as I did that, coming-up to the house-entrance. Strangely... I vas no longer afraid at all. I did feel some fear before, vhen ve vere aproaching the village, but now... all that vas gone. Just focus, and determination remained, to make every one of those criminals pay, or die trying. I had no idea if there vas just that one inside the house, or more... but I vas about to find-out. Swiching-back to full-auto, I brifly debated vhether to do a silent-entry, or toss a flash-bang in first, in case vho-ever inside vas anticipating this move. Either aproach had its pros and cons. The former wuld let me keep the element of suprise on vho's inside, in case he isnt watching the entrance - but if he vas, I vas dead. The latter wuld mitigate that risk, but wuld also alert anyone anyvhere inside, since flashbangs vere anything but subtle. Wel, ve're long-past any notions of subtlety... I thoght, uncliping the grenade, puling the pin and tosing it in, then covering my ears and closing eyes. Just after the mufled detonation and a blurred-flash, I rushed-in. Just past the entrance, in the lobby, a few meters avay in the doorvay to a narow hallvay, another enemy vas cowering next to the vall, a shotgun lying next to him as he squezed his eyes vith his hands, in obvius pain. From the vay he vas positioned it vas crystal-clear vhat wuld have hapened to me if I gone-in vithout tossing a flashbang first. Lucky me... I aloved myself a tight smile, before I shot him in the face, a sputer of blood and brains staining the vall behind him as he slid-dovn to the floor, dead. Then I moved to the halvay, in a half-crouch, steping over his corpse, since I known he vasnt alone. The 1 vho fired on me from that vindow vasnt using a shotgun. I vas on a hair-triger, rifle aimed forvard, finger already half-presing the trigger. I culd hear faint screeching of the laminate floor in the far room vith open door, the other doors lining the halvays closed... he vas obviusly there, pacing. Or so I thoght, until a door right next to me at the start of the halvay sudenly burst-open, and a rifle-butt bashed me HARD acros the cheek-bone just as I vas turning, sending me reeling into the oposite vall with a bruise on my cheek and a blasted-out tooth, since i culd taste blood in my mouth and feel it vith my tongue. But I vasnt even dazed, long-used to taking blows during sparring, some of them hard. Jebau ti mater, kurvo! a furiusly ragged deep male voice snarled at me in Serbian, a phraze roughly translated as I'l fuck your mother, bitch! one of the more-or-less typical jargon swear-phrazes in the Balkans. Instinctivly vithout looking, I snaped my right leg side-vays as he advanced a step out of the room at me, the heel of my foot conecting vith his solar plexus, and staling his forvard-momentum momentarily. He let out a brief groan, as I turned to face him, foloving-thru vith a up-snap kick to his chin, vhich he blocked vith his rifle, even if the force of it did kick the wepon out of his grip. Vith a roar, he swinged his right fist at my face in a right-cross. I ducked it, pivoting and driving the point of my left elbov hard into his gut. He doubled-over vith a more painful groan, as I straightened and caught him in a reverse neck-lock under my armpit. Then I twisted, jerking-aside hard, and felt his neck snap vith a very satisfying crack. I released the body to slide-dovn to the flor, and spit on it, saliva mixed vith blood. Ne bih rekla, gade. I mutered under my breth, translated as I dont think so, bastard. Picking-up my rifle, vhich I droped during the fight, I continued-on, making sure the house vas clear. Outside, my surviving team-mate droped one more enemy in the meantime.