05-20-2014, 09:01 AM
So maybe Jay wasn't going to step out on the track for a triathlon at the moment, but he could lean against a wall and shoot at bad guys. They had the full clearance to take the guys out, and Jay had a hankering to aim for the knees, but those first few shots hit the ground a few feet in front of them. Warning shots that part of him thought was a waste of ammunition, but the Legion liked to give idiots a chance to save their own sorry asses.
It quickly became clear these Temne bitches weren't interested in saving their own asses. Contee gave the order, and Smitty put two down in the blink of an eye. He was a good shot, for a pirate. The look shared between the two team mates communicated exactly that.
Somewhere distant in his conscious his leg throbbed, but ever since the tourniquet, it was an easy ache to ignore. He checked the strap coiled around his thigh - still there - Who knew? Talk about a lucky strap. Maybe the thing was magic? Eh, he'd sprinkle the thing with holy water later.
A random shot struck the wall a few inches to his left not far from Natalie and the butcher kid. Jay flung himself around. "Behind!"
He called defensively. The magnificent Temne seven - technically five, after Smitty's aim knocked two birds off the wire - approached from the north. Any shots from their direction remotely close to their target should strike the other side of the wall. This one came from the south.
Natalie sunk like a wilted flower, and upon realization, Jay's heart rate spiked unease. Was she hit? Hurt? Just keep breathin', he silently urged, and quickly took stock of what to do.
Contee was in communication with alpha and beta evac. Pavlov and Smitty were simultaneously covering their corporal and keeping the Magnificent <del>seven</del> five at bay. No obvious threat stampeded from the south, but there were plenty of hiding spots for a shooter to lurk.
Jay braced himself for the swell of pain to come, and he shoved hard off the wall. He landed on his good knee, the other stretched out at that weird angle, in front of Natalie and the butcher kid. "Stay behind me!"
He barked over one shoulder and hoped she was cognizant enough to understand. Rifle at the ready, Hollywood was a hawk fixated on the field for the slightest of movements. With the wall behind Natalie and the kid and him in front, they should be safe, until one of the two shields failed, at least.
Evac blinked their approach in the corners of his LW's. A roar of engine soon followed. The shadow of one of the Escalades loomed close, but Jay didn't take his sights from the field to confirm. He trusted his team to know when it was time to move.
Smitty came to his side, but Jay cocked his head backwards, "Get them in the vehicles first,"
he grunted. The euphoria of before was beginning to drain. "And Smitty,"
Jay added, tone touched with concern. He didn't know how he felt it, but he sensed it somewhere likely instinctual and sappy. Like from the soul. Or somewhere. "Something's wrong with her."
Edited by Jay Carpenter, May 20 2014, 09:04 AM.
It quickly became clear these Temne bitches weren't interested in saving their own asses. Contee gave the order, and Smitty put two down in the blink of an eye. He was a good shot, for a pirate. The look shared between the two team mates communicated exactly that.
Somewhere distant in his conscious his leg throbbed, but ever since the tourniquet, it was an easy ache to ignore. He checked the strap coiled around his thigh - still there - Who knew? Talk about a lucky strap. Maybe the thing was magic? Eh, he'd sprinkle the thing with holy water later.
A random shot struck the wall a few inches to his left not far from Natalie and the butcher kid. Jay flung himself around. "Behind!"
He called defensively. The magnificent Temne seven - technically five, after Smitty's aim knocked two birds off the wire - approached from the north. Any shots from their direction remotely close to their target should strike the other side of the wall. This one came from the south.
Natalie sunk like a wilted flower, and upon realization, Jay's heart rate spiked unease. Was she hit? Hurt? Just keep breathin', he silently urged, and quickly took stock of what to do.
Contee was in communication with alpha and beta evac. Pavlov and Smitty were simultaneously covering their corporal and keeping the Magnificent <del>seven</del> five at bay. No obvious threat stampeded from the south, but there were plenty of hiding spots for a shooter to lurk.
Jay braced himself for the swell of pain to come, and he shoved hard off the wall. He landed on his good knee, the other stretched out at that weird angle, in front of Natalie and the butcher kid. "Stay behind me!"
He barked over one shoulder and hoped she was cognizant enough to understand. Rifle at the ready, Hollywood was a hawk fixated on the field for the slightest of movements. With the wall behind Natalie and the kid and him in front, they should be safe, until one of the two shields failed, at least.
Evac blinked their approach in the corners of his LW's. A roar of engine soon followed. The shadow of one of the Escalades loomed close, but Jay didn't take his sights from the field to confirm. He trusted his team to know when it was time to move.
Smitty came to his side, but Jay cocked his head backwards, "Get them in the vehicles first,"
he grunted. The euphoria of before was beginning to drain. "And Smitty,"
Jay added, tone touched with concern. He didn't know how he felt it, but he sensed it somewhere likely instinctual and sappy. Like from the soul. Or somewhere. "Something's wrong with her."
Edited by Jay Carpenter, May 20 2014, 09:04 AM.
Only darkness shows you the light.