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were clear right up to the area where the police station was. In the road there we swerved and ran over a couple of dead that were walking towards the sound of the gunfire at MGR. Right about as the rear tires of the HRT were bumping over the smashed corpses Kevin asked Ethan to switch to the more secure military comms and give us an update. Ethan’s quick report came into our ears, crisp, calm and clear, though he sounded like he was running.
“We’re taking fire from the north and west. You’ll be coming in from the south west if you take the normal route, so be careful. As best as I can tell, we’ve got three or four hostiles in both locations. They’re got high powered rifles, and are firing accurately. I’m more or less suppressed at the moment, but I'm maneuvering to a different window to get a shot off. Right now I believe they are maneuvering on us, trying to get to the base of the building. If they get to the gate, we’re in deep shit.”
Kevin replied to him, “Roger that. We’ll adjust course to approach from the west attacker’s rear. Maybe we can flush them out. Who is the wounded and what is the severity of the injury?” Kevin asked him.
“Mallory took a round to the left arm just above the elbow. Lower arm is trashed, severed. I’ve got a tourniquet on her and the bleeding pretty much under control and an IV in her. She’s in a lot of pain, and lost a lot of blood. She’s gonna need fluids stat, and I can't offer her care while we're under this kind of fire.”
As much as I may or may not be angry with her for leaving me, or wanting to be happy without me in her life, I did not wish ill upon her. I always deep inside understood what she wanted. She didn’t deserve to get shot like that. No one deserves to lose an arm. My skin went all prickly as Ethan talked and I had that sinking feeling of despair, mingling with anger at the same time. I was in a bad place mentally, no lie.
The PJs exchanged some fancy medical jargon that I won’t even try and regurgitate. I didn’t understand it then, and I certainly won’t do it any justice now. Over the comms we discussed driving hard into the back of the western shooter’s positions, and engaging them with overwhelming fire superiority. Shock and motherfucking awe.
We saw them and they saw us pretty much at the exact same time. Two shooters were crouched down behind a car parked on the side of the street. They were behind the engine block, which means they were smart, or lucky. Both of them weren’t firing when we turned onto the street, but as soon as they saw our vehicles rumbling down the road at them, both shooters spun, and leveled off to shoot at the windshield of the HRT. Caleb ducked like a mongoose and not one moment too soon. The windshield spider webbed right where his face was and a massive round punched through the glass. I heard a loud “PUNK!” noise as it passed out the back of the HRT. Must’ve been a heavy duty round. Big enough to kill a deer, and definitely big enough to kill my brother.
I had my window down already and as soon as the round hit I leaned the weapon out the window and thumbed it to full auto. I pulled the trigger and fired as a tight a grouping as I could into the space where the men stood, sending plumes of dirt and snow into the air as rounds skipped off the pavement at them. The two men dove over the car as we slowed down and Caleb was able to sit up. They got to their feet and ran with all their might around a corner. We pursued, stopping the vehicle at the small intersection near MGR. We got out and pulled security, having watched the two shooters run as fast as they could away.
Our main concern at the moment was Mallory. Chasing down the attackers was secondary seeing as how they’d ran so fast. Ethan came over the radio as we started to form a perimeter saying the north side attackers had retreated as soon as I started to fire on full auto. I guess there’s a certain instinctual thing about when
“We’re taking fire from the north and west. You’ll be coming in from the south west if you take the normal route, so be careful. As best as I can tell, we’ve got three or four hostiles in both locations. They’re got high powered rifles, and are firing accurately. I’m more or less suppressed at the moment, but I'm maneuvering to a different window to get a shot off. Right now I believe they are maneuvering on us, trying to get to the base of the building. If they get to the gate, we’re in deep shit.”
Kevin replied to him, “Roger that. We’ll adjust course to approach from the west attacker’s rear. Maybe we can flush them out. Who is the wounded and what is the severity of the injury?” Kevin asked him.
“Mallory took a round to the left arm just above the elbow. Lower arm is trashed, severed. I’ve got a tourniquet on her and the bleeding pretty much under control and an IV in her. She’s in a lot of pain, and lost a lot of blood. She’s gonna need fluids stat, and I can't offer her care while we're under this kind of fire.”
As much as I may or may not be angry with her for leaving me, or wanting to be happy without me in her life, I did not wish ill upon her. I always deep inside understood what she wanted. She didn’t deserve to get shot like that. No one deserves to lose an arm. My skin went all prickly as Ethan talked and I had that sinking feeling of despair, mingling with anger at the same time. I was in a bad place mentally, no lie.
The PJs exchanged some fancy medical jargon that I won’t even try and regurgitate. I didn’t understand it then, and I certainly won’t do it any justice now. Over the comms we discussed driving hard into the back of the western shooter’s positions, and engaging them with overwhelming fire superiority. Shock and motherfucking awe.
We saw them and they saw us pretty much at the exact same time. Two shooters were crouched down behind a car parked on the side of the street. They were behind the engine block, which means they were smart, or lucky. Both of them weren’t firing when we turned onto the street, but as soon as they saw our vehicles rumbling down the road at them, both shooters spun, and leveled off to shoot at the windshield of the HRT. Caleb ducked like a mongoose and not one moment too soon. The windshield spider webbed right where his face was and a massive round punched through the glass. I heard a loud “PUNK!” noise as it passed out the back of the HRT. Must’ve been a heavy duty round. Big enough to kill a deer, and definitely big enough to kill my brother.
I had my window down already and as soon as the round hit I leaned the weapon out the window and thumbed it to full auto. I pulled the trigger and fired as a tight a grouping as I could into the space where the men stood, sending plumes of dirt and snow into the air as rounds skipped off the pavement at them. The two men dove over the car as we slowed down and Caleb was able to sit up. They got to their feet and ran with all their might around a corner. We pursued, stopping the vehicle at the small intersection near MGR. We got out and pulled security, having watched the two shooters run as fast as they could away.
Our main concern at the moment was Mallory. Chasing down the attackers was secondary seeing as how they’d ran so fast. Ethan came over the radio as we started to form a perimeter saying the north side attackers had retreated as soon as I started to fire on full auto. I guess there’s a certain instinctual thing about when
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