now, more fighting = more choices, more choices = shorter bits of story, shorter bits means there done faster. so enjoy:
Mark lowered his gun and helped Smith up. Duret continued to cover the alley. When smith was us Duret mentioned them to move toward the rest of the men, as to leave no way to flank the squad.
?This is CM-18-00923, Commander of Patrol unit Beta one two two, we have a large unit of rebels moving north from the south. There destination may be Drenados Square. Their objective is unknown, although their equipment and personnel imply that it is of some importance. I?m requesting an strike team be sent in to set up an ambush.? Finished the white Armor clad soldier in his near electronic voice. He was standing at the bend in the alley, hoping the rebel at the end wasn?t thinking of sending another Mp7 Grenade his way. That punk would pay though for the four men he just slaughtered.
He reached his gun around the corner and sprayed a burst down the narrow but high alley. Then a response came back from his superiors.
?Request Acknowledged 00923, we believe that there may be something bigger going on here and are dispatching two gunships and a full strike unit to take out the Rebels. But we don?t know how long that will take.?
923 didn?t listen to the last bit of the reply though; something much more important had come up. A grenade had just bounced from the wall to his right and landed right in front of him, and was now rolling off to his left. Time seemed to slow down as he tried to preserve his own life. He kicked the grenade as fast as he could, and as it flew threw the air a slight bit of hope started to emerge. He didn?t recognize it as one of the combine grenades, nor as the old style frag that the rebellion often used. He hoped it had a longer time fuse. Who knew, maybe it di-
The grenade exploded
Duret leaned around the corner, trying to see if anymore combine were going to come around. He saw a gun poke itself out and drew back just in the nick of time. A burst of SMG rounds flew by him and impacted the ground and walls where the three of them had been a few moments ago.
He pulled a grenade from his belt.
?This HE should clear him out? he stated as he pulled the pin, waited a second, then threw it. Its trajectory was high, having it hit the midpoint of the alley wall around the 3rd story. Leaving it at the feet of the shooter when it landed.
A satisfying boom rung out. And the sound of two pairs of armored feet rang out sprinting down the alley. The foot steps drew close very quickly. They rounded the corner. Even Mark could tell that these two combine weren?t very experienced. They might have been ten feet away when Duret started moving.
?Now!? He called out as he rolled across the alley, spraying his gun off on full auto for the seconds the actions took. And as he did this Smith leaned and opened up with his rile on full auto as well. Mark heard the hissy death screams of the two combine before he could even take the step that would have allowed him a shot into the alley.
?Smith follow me in.? ordered Duret, as he took a step and turned himself into the alley. Smith quickly followed him on the short sprint to the bend; they both leaned around the corner with trained grace. Duret up high, Smith crouching. They fired two bursts from there rifles and came back.
?Side Alley is Clear!? Duret called out to the rest of squad.
?Head of the column secure!? called back a voice from the front.
?Get moving people, we have to get to the launch site ASAP? yelled the voice of Tom.
The Squad quickly reformed into its column, but when it began moving again those in front set a fast pace and the rest of the people were forced to follow suite.
As they moved Mark resumed his conversation with Smith and Duret, ?Where did you guys learn stuff like that?? he asked.
?All of us were on the cities special police force. The heavy hitters, terrorists, hostage situations, things like that were assigned to us. When it all went bad, the rioters started to get close to our station, so we all grabbed the gear and equipment we had there and stashed it away. When the combine came around we quickly hooked up with each other to move the stuff to a better spot, and we kept in contact and joined up with the resistance first chance we could. None of us liked the combine, particularly Wolf, he and his wife didn?t take to kindly to the field thingy that suppresses your will to do the do. He?s the only person I know of to have a kid under combine control.?
?Ah?? Mark mumbled. The Idea of reproduction, it just seemed odd to him right now. He remembered what it was to do it, but something was missing. It felt like a pit that just kept growing and growing in his mind now that he thought about it. It was a horrible feeling. But Mark pushed the thought of that stuff out of his thoughts, which he found surprisingly easy.
They arrived at there destination only minutes after this thanks to the pace they were going. The pace was also to thank for the many people breathing heavily and trying to catch their breath.
?Get the Launchers, get the missiles, and someone get up a perimeter.? huffed out Tom.
The Ten police Ops guys moved first.
A) Help set up a perimeter.
B) Help set up the launchers.
C) Help get the missiles off the carriers backs.