Road Less Traveled - Part 2:
"Com' on ya filthy fuckers!" Locke yelled at a semi-visible grouping of soldiers behind a destroyed half meter thick concrete wall. Aiming at the black matte colored armor some thirty paces in front of him, Locke shot a short three round burst. The rugged assault riffle impacted back against his shoulder as the rounds sped toward their destined target. Three rounds impacted the metal alloy armor penetrating to the soft spongy flesh underneath. A loud scream of pain spewed from the soldiers' mouth, which had left his shoulder uncovered. "Are you that 'fraid of me? How about I come too ya instead."
Immediately his hand met a baseball sized incendiary grenade, with a small tug, it detached. He moved his thumb towards a switch and flicked it. Counting to himself "One, one hundred, two, one hundred, three--"he immediately propelled the explosive device towards his enemies. He secretly thanked his old baseball coach for the years of well instructed practice. "Visualize the ball at the mitt already; don't think of how to get it there."
As if the small metal ball knew where to go, it flew towards the group of soldiers. It was blessed with the proper arc, speed, and conditions to meet the ground where the boots of the already stricken soldier lie. "--four, one hundred, BOOM!"
A gentile smile met Locke's face as he rose to his feet scanning the now chaotic scenery. He planted his crusty blood covered hand on the makeshift barricade at his waist, and then used it to hop across. Walking across the ex-battle ground to scavenge any weapons that could be used to further their fight; a faint glimmer met his eye. Immediately he returned the favor and gazed at what appeared to be a small metallic object with deep indentations. Kneeling to inspect it further, he wiped away the reddish brown earth that covered the majority of it.
Pzzzzzt--Thud.
The urgency of the moment reached out and almost touched him. "DAMN! That was close." He thought to himself also noticing the trajectory of the shot. Still holding the indented object in his hand, he sprinted around some cover. The object was placed into the pocket of Locke's mud saturated pants. "That fucker almost got me, must be a rookie. I don't have much cover to sneak up on him, fuck!" he contemplated the options and grabbed the GSatComm Unit secured to his chest.
"Got a bogey thirty-six degrees north east of my position, copy, take that fucker out, over." he commed over the unit. "Shhzhzzhs--Roger that, taking the shot." Spurted from the comm unit. In the distance a sound much like a high pitched whistle down a tube moved behind Locke.
Knowing full and well how much destruction C4 tipped sniper rifle ammo can deal, flashbacks of cow flesh parting from the bone as the fire and debris flashed from his memory. He noted to himself, "The nice thing is, one shot can really take out two, hell even ten birds with out too much trouble."
"Shzzhhzsh--neutralized, scanning for more targets--Its clear."
"I'm heading to camp, watch my back. I've got a surprise for you when you get back." Immediately he grabbed his custom forged combat blade from its sheath. He moved towards his close meeting with death and proceeded to pick at the fresh bullet wound in the concrete.
Current Inspiration: Some random bass filled electronica
Current Mood: Ask me
"Com' on ya filthy fuckers!" Locke yelled at a semi-visible grouping of soldiers behind a destroyed half meter thick concrete wall. Aiming at the black matte colored armor some thirty paces in front of him, Locke shot a short three round burst. The rugged assault riffle impacted back against his shoulder as the rounds sped toward their destined target. Three rounds impacted the metal alloy armor penetrating to the soft spongy flesh underneath. A loud scream of pain spewed from the soldiers' mouth, which had left his shoulder uncovered. "Are you that 'fraid of me? How about I come too ya instead."
Immediately his hand met a baseball sized incendiary grenade, with a small tug, it detached. He moved his thumb towards a switch and flicked it. Counting to himself "One, one hundred, two, one hundred, three--"he immediately propelled the explosive device towards his enemies. He secretly thanked his old baseball coach for the years of well instructed practice. "Visualize the ball at the mitt already; don't think of how to get it there."
As if the small metal ball knew where to go, it flew towards the group of soldiers. It was blessed with the proper arc, speed, and conditions to meet the ground where the boots of the already stricken soldier lie. "--four, one hundred, BOOM!"
A gentile smile met Locke's face as he rose to his feet scanning the now chaotic scenery. He planted his crusty blood covered hand on the makeshift barricade at his waist, and then used it to hop across. Walking across the ex-battle ground to scavenge any weapons that could be used to further their fight; a faint glimmer met his eye. Immediately he returned the favor and gazed at what appeared to be a small metallic object with deep indentations. Kneeling to inspect it further, he wiped away the reddish brown earth that covered the majority of it.
Pzzzzzt--Thud.
The urgency of the moment reached out and almost touched him. "DAMN! That was close." He thought to himself also noticing the trajectory of the shot. Still holding the indented object in his hand, he sprinted around some cover. The object was placed into the pocket of Locke's mud saturated pants. "That fucker almost got me, must be a rookie. I don't have much cover to sneak up on him, fuck!" he contemplated the options and grabbed the GSatComm Unit secured to his chest.
"Got a bogey thirty-six degrees north east of my position, copy, take that fucker out, over." he commed over the unit. "Shhzhzzhs--Roger that, taking the shot." Spurted from the comm unit. In the distance a sound much like a high pitched whistle down a tube moved behind Locke.
Knowing full and well how much destruction C4 tipped sniper rifle ammo can deal, flashbacks of cow flesh parting from the bone as the fire and debris flashed from his memory. He noted to himself, "The nice thing is, one shot can really take out two, hell even ten birds with out too much trouble."
"Shzzhhzsh--neutralized, scanning for more targets--Its clear."
"I'm heading to camp, watch my back. I've got a surprise for you when you get back." Immediately he grabbed his custom forged combat blade from its sheath. He moved towards his close meeting with death and proceeded to pick at the fresh bullet wound in the concrete.
Current Inspiration: Some random bass filled electronica
Current Mood: Ask me
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sarahjane:
you need to come to the next outing!!! i don't know what we're doing, but you should get out there and have some fun with us spokane kids. 
sarahjane:
i guess i am!! are you busy tonight? we are going down to the sukiyaki for drinks and sushi around 9:30. i know at least four of us who are going to be down there...