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Leaning against the old burnt out car I could hear the bullets ringing through, over and around it. A quick mag check and a tactical reload while scooting to the front of the car I popped up over the hood using the engine block and transaxle as a ballistic shield I ran through the 30 round mag in 8 short bursts pausing long enough to follow the rounds and make sure I was keeping all four of them pinned down..
As the last round ejected and the bolt locked back I dropped back down flipping the mag release with my finger while whipping the trusty M4 to be sure the mag was ejected. No more than the empty hit the ground and my hand finds a fresh one from the plate carrier I was wearing. Watching the empty hit the ground out of the corner of my eye to be able to quickly snag it if need be I slammed the full mag into the rifle and drop the bolt catch to shove a live round in the chamber..
As I sit tight, back against the car I hear more pinging and clanking, they were firing, pinning me down again. This time from only three positions. That last round must have found it’s target, I did aim hard on the thug to the far left because he was positioning to flank us.
I stare off to my left nodding it will be ok to them as they hide behind the flipped over mini van..
As the incoming rounds start to slow down I shift to my right and pull an end around the car and catch the idiot in the middle with the shotgun as he peeked up from behind the back of the truck. A double tap and then I roll back into cover catching him gawking at the hood end of the car..
Down to two, 28 rounds, I think as I scoot back to the front, I prone out and hear the other two firing at the back of the car and the old truck behind it. These idiots had never been in a fire fight.. They had just been lucky to spin one into my left calf as I slid into cover at the onset of the engagement.
Damn, thinking about their lucky shot made it hurt, FOCUS, I tell myself as I sneak around the stinky rusty rim laying on the burnt and crusty asphalt, Still focusing on the rear of the car and front of the truck I notice the red ball cap sticking out from behind the tree standing along the right side of the ditch, I would guess about a 30 yard shot, as I position the rifle aiming towards this neon flashing "shoot here" of a sign I giggled at the stupidity of these thugs and scan for the other bastard, the bald guy, where is his shiny chrome dome of a head, cut off red flannel shirt and dirty jeans..
As the rifle is aiming I focus on the little red dot, putting it on the red cap, crack, crack, crack. Seeing red turn to pink I slide back into cover and hear the “oh no. my boy, you shot my boy” which is just what I needed to pin point the last bastards location.
Knowing he was probably distracted by his sons head exploding I figure it’s now or never, one on one, 25 rounds left, coming to a kneel at the front door my thumb flipps the fun lever to rock and roll as I slide up the side of the car and catch the old man walking towards the tree out in the open as the muzzle find his general direction I feel the trigger break and then follow the rounds straight up his right leg and through his back stopping only after I see at least one round penetrate his skull..
CLANK, the bolt locks back, barrel smoking a little so I stop to take a breath..
Dropping the mag and loading a full one as I slide around the right flank making sure to keep an eye on the barricaded area they were firing from yelling for my loved ones to stay put..
Leaning against the old burnt out car I could hear the bullets ringing through, over and around it. A quick mag check and a tactical reload while scooting to the front of the car I popped up over the hood using the engine block and transaxle as a ballistic shield I ran through the 30 round mag in 8 short bursts pausing long enough to follow the rounds and make sure I was keeping all four of them pinned down..
As the last round ejected and the bolt locked back I dropped back down flipping the mag release with my finger while whipping the trusty M4 to be sure the mag was ejected. No more than the empty hit the ground and my hand finds a fresh one from the plate carrier I was wearing. Watching the empty hit the ground out of the corner of my eye to be able to quickly snag it if need be I slammed the full mag into the rifle and drop the bolt catch to shove a live round in the chamber..
As I sit tight, back against the car I hear more pinging and clanking, they were firing, pinning me down again. This time from only three positions. That last round must have found it’s target, I did aim hard on the thug to the far left because he was positioning to flank us.
I stare off to my left nodding it will be ok to them as they hide behind the flipped over mini van..
As the incoming rounds start to slow down I shift to my right and pull an end around the car and catch the idiot in the middle with the shotgun as he peeked up from behind the back of the truck. A double tap and then I roll back into cover catching him gawking at the hood end of the car..
Down to two, 28 rounds, I think as I scoot back to the front, I prone out and hear the other two firing at the back of the car and the old truck behind it. These idiots had never been in a fire fight.. They had just been lucky to spin one into my left calf as I slid into cover at the onset of the engagement.
Damn, thinking about their lucky shot made it hurt, FOCUS, I tell myself as I sneak around the stinky rusty rim laying on the burnt and crusty asphalt, Still focusing on the rear of the car and front of the truck I notice the red ball cap sticking out from behind the tree standing along the right side of the ditch, I would guess about a 30 yard shot, as I position the rifle aiming towards this neon flashing "shoot here" of a sign I giggled at the stupidity of these thugs and scan for the other bastard, the bald guy, where is his shiny chrome dome of a head, cut off red flannel shirt and dirty jeans..
As the rifle is aiming I focus on the little red dot, putting it on the red cap, crack, crack, crack. Seeing red turn to pink I slide back into cover and hear the “oh no. my boy, you shot my boy” which is just what I needed to pin point the last bastards location.
Knowing he was probably distracted by his sons head exploding I figure it’s now or never, one on one, 25 rounds left, coming to a kneel at the front door my thumb flipps the fun lever to rock and roll as I slide up the side of the car and catch the old man walking towards the tree out in the open as the muzzle find his general direction I feel the trigger break and then follow the rounds straight up his right leg and through his back stopping only after I see at least one round penetrate his skull..
CLANK, the bolt locks back, barrel smoking a little so I stop to take a breath..
Dropping the mag and loading a full one as I slide around the right flank making sure to keep an eye on the barricaded area they were firing from yelling for my loved ones to stay put..
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