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Kit_Froggy
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This is something I started to write a while back, but never got around to finishing it. R & R, if enough people want me to i will continue the story. Oh and i havent named it yet.
The skies loomed with the sense of dread, bullets boomed through the air. Finding their target, a Combine Metro Cop. He grasped his neck seconds before his body fell limp to the ground. The surrounding guards now alerted to the presence of Resistance Members opened up with a barrage of fire from their USP’s, and signaling for assistance by launching a flare into the air.
“Oh shit, expect incoming!” Yelled one of the advancing resistance members.
As if too compound his statement, the boom of dropships engines could be heard looming closer in the distance. The resistance members now aware of the situation they were about to be thrust into took cover positions preparing to lay down suppression fire against the incoming reinforcements.
“Soldiers prepare for drop, stow all gear. LOCK AND LOAD!” yelled a Combine Officer. All 10 Combine soldiers loaded and prepped their sub machine guns out of habit.
The Dropship slowed down to a hover over the street where the Resistance members were being engaged, opened the back hatch. And out they go repelling to the surface, while firing their sub machine guns in suppressing patterns.
Out from cover stood a Resistance member holding a RPG. He fired, releasing a high explosive warhead on an angled path, with nothing left behind except backwash. The rocket hit the Dropship hard sending it in a downward trajectory. Three of the 5 remaining repelling combine soldiers lost their grip. And made a satisfying bone crunching sound on the pavement bellow.
“Die you alien Bastards!” screamed a Resistance member as he brought another Combine soldier down for the count with his HK MP5. But his victory was short lived when he received a bullet that ripped through his heart and a lung. Blood spattered out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground gasping for air.
A friend of his near to his position, said a little pray in his mind. And stowed his fallen comrades weapons and ammo. His death would be avenged. More and more Combine infantry were arriving on the scene; he was soon realizing the dire situation he was in. More and more Resistance members started falling, until he and one other remained.
“Jack Get the F’ing out of here!” yelled his commanding officer, and friend.
John knew what he had to do; get the Intel they stole early that day to Resistance HQ. He said yet another unanswered prayer for a friend and hero. And he was off. His departure was almost as unnoticed as the satchel pack the commander had in his hand. Seconds later all that could now be heard in the distance was the ringing sound of an explosion.
The explosion had done what the commander had hoped for, bought time for John to escape with the Intel. But the route to HQ wasn’t going to be as easy as John had wanted it to be. Now that the Combine was alerted to the presence of Resistance members in the area, they had effectively and efficiently locked down the sector.
The skies loomed with the sense of dread, bullets boomed through the air. Finding their target, a Combine Metro Cop. He grasped his neck seconds before his body fell limp to the ground. The surrounding guards now alerted to the presence of Resistance Members opened up with a barrage of fire from their USP’s, and signaling for assistance by launching a flare into the air.
“Oh shit, expect incoming!” Yelled one of the advancing resistance members.
As if too compound his statement, the boom of dropships engines could be heard looming closer in the distance. The resistance members now aware of the situation they were about to be thrust into took cover positions preparing to lay down suppression fire against the incoming reinforcements.
“Soldiers prepare for drop, stow all gear. LOCK AND LOAD!” yelled a Combine Officer. All 10 Combine soldiers loaded and prepped their sub machine guns out of habit.
The Dropship slowed down to a hover over the street where the Resistance members were being engaged, opened the back hatch. And out they go repelling to the surface, while firing their sub machine guns in suppressing patterns.
Out from cover stood a Resistance member holding a RPG. He fired, releasing a high explosive warhead on an angled path, with nothing left behind except backwash. The rocket hit the Dropship hard sending it in a downward trajectory. Three of the 5 remaining repelling combine soldiers lost their grip. And made a satisfying bone crunching sound on the pavement bellow.
“Die you alien Bastards!” screamed a Resistance member as he brought another Combine soldier down for the count with his HK MP5. But his victory was short lived when he received a bullet that ripped through his heart and a lung. Blood spattered out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground gasping for air.
A friend of his near to his position, said a little pray in his mind. And stowed his fallen comrades weapons and ammo. His death would be avenged. More and more Combine infantry were arriving on the scene; he was soon realizing the dire situation he was in. More and more Resistance members started falling, until he and one other remained.
“Jack Get the F’ing out of here!” yelled his commanding officer, and friend.
John knew what he had to do; get the Intel they stole early that day to Resistance HQ. He said yet another unanswered prayer for a friend and hero. And he was off. His departure was almost as unnoticed as the satchel pack the commander had in his hand. Seconds later all that could now be heard in the distance was the ringing sound of an explosion.
The explosion had done what the commander had hoped for, bought time for John to escape with the Intel. But the route to HQ wasn’t going to be as easy as John had wanted it to be. Now that the Combine was alerted to the presence of Resistance members in the area, they had effectively and efficiently locked down the sector.
