Post by John Smith on Dec 25, 2006 19:46:05 GMT 1
Covering fire. Blasted covering fire, currently it made sure he couldn't connect with the last loyal people in The Hand. Those who had nothing to lose, and well... Nothing to win either. He looked over. They were 2 right now on the other side. And he only had one person with him there.
"Consider this your field promotion to Officer." He said over the noise, only hearable for the other person. "The real succeeder to my job wouldn't be able to keep everything together. That will be your job now. Any problems with that?" The other one nodded a confident nod. Heck. Had he known the guy were this calm right before he could die, then he would have been promoted ages ago. His head stuck out for a moment and saw the front of the feds coming. On the other side he saw one of the guys there were dead. Or just wounded badly. They were down to three, versus an entire army of maniacs. He drew out a small handgrenade and threw it down the hall. It would secure them some more seconds. That they needed so badly. He heard the feds yell something and knew they would duck for cover.
The explosion rang down the hallway. His head lay against the wall. He were bleeding heavily from his right leg and despite the other one getting him here. Then he couldn't continue any longer. They had him at last. Both his allies were out of ammunition and were left with close quarter combat... Against armed feds. Good luck bitches. He looked around. There should be something usefull here. And then it struck him. He patted the guy next to him on the side and pointed at a large shelf. Soon, the shelf was moved and a small tunnel was revealed for them to escape through. The feds seemed to have regained confidence after the grenade and moved forth once again. He shook his head and made signals for the one on the other side to come over to them. He shook his head. However. When a grenade was shown he nodded as he understood. Once again the word grenade was yelled and in the ensuing chaos. The three were united again. For a moment. They all turned their eyes to see the small round object get thrown around the corner and landed just out of reach for them all. A single look and he knew what it were.
"Get out! NOW!"
No questions asked. Not even a single word muttered. Seconds after the shelf had closed behind the two, the flashbang exploded and his vision blurred into white. Even with him attempting to cover his eyes from the explosion of light. His ears were filled with a loud ringing of sorts. When the vision turned less white, he saw people run around the corners and when they saw the poodle of blood around his leg. Their eyes quickly scanning him for weapons. None were raised and both hands visible. Unlike the rest of the people in the house. This one wasn't dead. And it seemed that he were the last enemy. They raised their rifles and for a moment, he thought all hope was out. That he would no longer see the blood of others spray out on the ground. A face broke through to his memory. A girl he had loved. And now. Nothing was left. He looked down to the ground and felt something hard slam into his face. Or not his face. But what protected it. The loud metal noise was the last thing he heard before going unconcious.
When waking up...
Kvist found himself locked away with a headache capable of killing elephants.
-To be continued? -
"Consider this your field promotion to Officer." He said over the noise, only hearable for the other person. "The real succeeder to my job wouldn't be able to keep everything together. That will be your job now. Any problems with that?" The other one nodded a confident nod. Heck. Had he known the guy were this calm right before he could die, then he would have been promoted ages ago. His head stuck out for a moment and saw the front of the feds coming. On the other side he saw one of the guys there were dead. Or just wounded badly. They were down to three, versus an entire army of maniacs. He drew out a small handgrenade and threw it down the hall. It would secure them some more seconds. That they needed so badly. He heard the feds yell something and knew they would duck for cover.
The explosion rang down the hallway. His head lay against the wall. He were bleeding heavily from his right leg and despite the other one getting him here. Then he couldn't continue any longer. They had him at last. Both his allies were out of ammunition and were left with close quarter combat... Against armed feds. Good luck bitches. He looked around. There should be something usefull here. And then it struck him. He patted the guy next to him on the side and pointed at a large shelf. Soon, the shelf was moved and a small tunnel was revealed for them to escape through. The feds seemed to have regained confidence after the grenade and moved forth once again. He shook his head and made signals for the one on the other side to come over to them. He shook his head. However. When a grenade was shown he nodded as he understood. Once again the word grenade was yelled and in the ensuing chaos. The three were united again. For a moment. They all turned their eyes to see the small round object get thrown around the corner and landed just out of reach for them all. A single look and he knew what it were.
"Get out! NOW!"
No questions asked. Not even a single word muttered. Seconds after the shelf had closed behind the two, the flashbang exploded and his vision blurred into white. Even with him attempting to cover his eyes from the explosion of light. His ears were filled with a loud ringing of sorts. When the vision turned less white, he saw people run around the corners and when they saw the poodle of blood around his leg. Their eyes quickly scanning him for weapons. None were raised and both hands visible. Unlike the rest of the people in the house. This one wasn't dead. And it seemed that he were the last enemy. They raised their rifles and for a moment, he thought all hope was out. That he would no longer see the blood of others spray out on the ground. A face broke through to his memory. A girl he had loved. And now. Nothing was left. He looked down to the ground and felt something hard slam into his face. Or not his face. But what protected it. The loud metal noise was the last thing he heard before going unconcious.
When waking up...
Kvist found himself locked away with a headache capable of killing elephants.
-To be continued? -