Ok, It might not be right good, but I was bored.....
Thunder roard overhead as the rain came splattering down. It was a dark night and the moon casted shadows over the ruined street. Four Scanners floated down, passing the burnt out shells of cars and bombed out buildings, coming to a halt to examine a body strewn across the cracked pavement. Suddenly a voice cried "Now!" and about twenty men that had went unoticed in the shadows leaped out and aimed at the machines. One of them pressed the clackers and claymores riped apart the area where the scanners where. 3 went down in the blast and the remaining was hit by a HE round. "Good job lads!" shouted the same man who had shouted before. This man was Kevin Ranger, former captain of the Royal Marines. He had escaped from the UK when the combine had invaded with a few of his squadies. Barely alive and allmost out of ammo they had stumbled across City 17, where they had joined up with the local resistance. He,and his remaining men had been accepted gratefully into the resistance as their forces had been waining and all hope was being lost.
"Come on lets move out, they will be here soon!"
There job was to cause as much confusion in the Combine force and to scatter therir forces around so they were easyer targets.
"Head for point baker, Joe! Your on point"
The men groaned and cursed as they slung their gear and began to move towards the next AO. Most of them were tired, footsore and very wet. The idea of finding wet weather gear was laughable. Ranger summoned the radio-man and made a brief sit-rep to base, he was told to proceed.
The squad were now moving into the less inhabited areas of the city that were seldom patroled, but they had recieved intel that a large number of combine soldiers were amassing in the aerea. The tipoff from an insider had also said that they were due to move out to the west sector where there was a heavy battle was being fought, including captured tanks and enemy striders. Rumor had it that one was brought down by a mysterious man in an advanced orange PCV or something. Morale was high and they men were joking about it quietly to themselves, much to the anoyance of the Captain.
After about 45 minutes of wandering the wrecked city they came to a narrow street litterd with destroyed vehicles and colapsed buildings. The perfect place for an ambush as there is little coever for anybody down in the street. The pointman signaled over the comm:
"Sir, were about half a click from the AO, no sign of the enemy"
Ranger keyed his headset and gave the men their orders
"This is it lads, you know what to do, get to your possistions and dig in. I want a perimeter set up so those bastards cant flank us. I want claymores and trip-flares oround those cars, when they go up, blow the claymores. for the suckers that remain: put down supressing fire. Make sure the 2 MG's have a clear field of fire, we cant afford to let any get away and report us.... Good luck people, stay frosty. MOVE!"
He didnt need to say the last word as at once the soldiers sprang up and moved to their pre aranged possisions. The traps were layed and the machine gun, an old WW2 MG42 was set up on the second floor of an old shop overlooking the street below. The other was set up behind the wreckage of a burnt out postal van.
Mark Jones, a Private, had settled into a crater just in front of the Captian's posistion. He was joined by his close friend, Steven Hawkins.
"what the f*** are we doing out here man. this is enemy turf!" whisperd Hawkins
"chill out mate, we got the upper hand here. And if these re-inforcements get thru then that battle is lost and more of our guys will die" replied Jones in an exasperated tone. He looked down the empty street and saw that the rain was stopping, he could see the others looking up to the sky wearing smiles on their faces. Suddenly the comm awoke with chatter between the scout and the CO.
"This is Eye 1, I have contact with enemy troops, man theres a lot more than we expected!"
"how many"
"If we kill em all we wont have room to bury em all!"
"Roger, fall back, This is it lads you know what to do!
Jones pulled out a fresh magazine and slapped it hard into his L85-A2. Hawkins did the
same with his OICW. All of their fingers trembled on the triggers of their weapons as they looked through the sights at the gloomy street, expecting the combine unit to appear at any second.
A scanner apreard, followd by at least 70 combine soldiers, each heavily armed. They were marching 5 abreast down the middle of the road straight into the trap. Ranger made one last message through the comm
"Hold your fire! wait till their closer!"
The group had advanced past the cars, the leading soldier triggered the trip-flare, which shot into the sky casting a read light over everything. Instantly there was an massive explosion that riped through the area, the sound echoed for miles across the city. As the dust cleared, another flare went up and the order was given to open fire!
Thunder roard overhead as the rain came splattering down. It was a dark night and the moon casted shadows over the ruined street. Four Scanners floated down, passing the burnt out shells of cars and bombed out buildings, coming to a halt to examine a body strewn across the cracked pavement. Suddenly a voice cried "Now!" and about twenty men that had went unoticed in the shadows leaped out and aimed at the machines. One of them pressed the clackers and claymores riped apart the area where the scanners where. 3 went down in the blast and the remaining was hit by a HE round. "Good job lads!" shouted the same man who had shouted before. This man was Kevin Ranger, former captain of the Royal Marines. He had escaped from the UK when the combine had invaded with a few of his squadies. Barely alive and allmost out of ammo they had stumbled across City 17, where they had joined up with the local resistance. He,and his remaining men had been accepted gratefully into the resistance as their forces had been waining and all hope was being lost.
"Come on lets move out, they will be here soon!"
There job was to cause as much confusion in the Combine force and to scatter therir forces around so they were easyer targets.
"Head for point baker, Joe! Your on point"
The men groaned and cursed as they slung their gear and began to move towards the next AO. Most of them were tired, footsore and very wet. The idea of finding wet weather gear was laughable. Ranger summoned the radio-man and made a brief sit-rep to base, he was told to proceed.
The squad were now moving into the less inhabited areas of the city that were seldom patroled, but they had recieved intel that a large number of combine soldiers were amassing in the aerea. The tipoff from an insider had also said that they were due to move out to the west sector where there was a heavy battle was being fought, including captured tanks and enemy striders. Rumor had it that one was brought down by a mysterious man in an advanced orange PCV or something. Morale was high and they men were joking about it quietly to themselves, much to the anoyance of the Captain.
After about 45 minutes of wandering the wrecked city they came to a narrow street litterd with destroyed vehicles and colapsed buildings. The perfect place for an ambush as there is little coever for anybody down in the street. The pointman signaled over the comm:
"Sir, were about half a click from the AO, no sign of the enemy"
Ranger keyed his headset and gave the men their orders
"This is it lads, you know what to do, get to your possistions and dig in. I want a perimeter set up so those bastards cant flank us. I want claymores and trip-flares oround those cars, when they go up, blow the claymores. for the suckers that remain: put down supressing fire. Make sure the 2 MG's have a clear field of fire, we cant afford to let any get away and report us.... Good luck people, stay frosty. MOVE!"
He didnt need to say the last word as at once the soldiers sprang up and moved to their pre aranged possisions. The traps were layed and the machine gun, an old WW2 MG42 was set up on the second floor of an old shop overlooking the street below. The other was set up behind the wreckage of a burnt out postal van.
Mark Jones, a Private, had settled into a crater just in front of the Captian's posistion. He was joined by his close friend, Steven Hawkins.
"what the f*** are we doing out here man. this is enemy turf!" whisperd Hawkins
"chill out mate, we got the upper hand here. And if these re-inforcements get thru then that battle is lost and more of our guys will die" replied Jones in an exasperated tone. He looked down the empty street and saw that the rain was stopping, he could see the others looking up to the sky wearing smiles on their faces. Suddenly the comm awoke with chatter between the scout and the CO.
"This is Eye 1, I have contact with enemy troops, man theres a lot more than we expected!"
"how many"
"If we kill em all we wont have room to bury em all!"
"Roger, fall back, This is it lads you know what to do!
Jones pulled out a fresh magazine and slapped it hard into his L85-A2. Hawkins did the
same with his OICW. All of their fingers trembled on the triggers of their weapons as they looked through the sights at the gloomy street, expecting the combine unit to appear at any second.
A scanner apreard, followd by at least 70 combine soldiers, each heavily armed. They were marching 5 abreast down the middle of the road straight into the trap. Ranger made one last message through the comm
"Hold your fire! wait till their closer!"
The group had advanced past the cars, the leading soldier triggered the trip-flare, which shot into the sky casting a read light over everything. Instantly there was an massive explosion that riped through the area, the sound echoed for miles across the city. As the dust cleared, another flare went up and the order was given to open fire!
