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| 24 Nov 2013 02:21 PM |
“LEFT SIDE HIGH!” shouted the Sergeant. But it was too late. The RPG shot ripped what remained of the Humvee to shreds. It launched off the ground and flipped into the air, bounced off a nearby building, and landed a few feet away on it’s back. The armored plating was useless; the driver’s brain and blood was splattered on the remains of the windshield and the dashboard; another soldier, a Private, lay dead with his head through the side window,the rest of his body still buckled into the seat. General Iroc quickly lost all sense of leadership ability, as he was trained to win when odds were in his favor, not when he was faced with an actual challenge. The Sergeant got up pulling his AK-47u out to try and find a target, he fired an entire magazine into where the RPG shot came from to no avail. Another RPG came from a building much closer, but wind pushed the rocket off course, the rocket was forced upwards by the draft and made impact with a small apartment complex. The apartment imploded and collapsed above the Sergeant, burying him alive. The remaining two foot-patrol soldiers who were walking alongside the Humvee were collateralized through their heads and were dead before their bodies could even hit the ground. Iroc scrambled out of the Humvee with his Deagle at hip and jumped out. He looked at the remains of his patrol and fell to his knees, unaware that his attackers were still around.
Soldier, codenamed: Realizations looked down on the destroyed Humvee and could do nothing but smile, his job was done, he had proved too Iroc that he did not have the real skill he thought he had. He put down the emptied RPG and unclipped his two-way radio from his belt. “Wolf, take the shot on the General!” Realizations yelled into the two-way. Without acknowledgement a sniper-shot rang through the alleyway and buried through the Generals skull. Iroc fell backwards from the impact, his body sprawled on the ground in a heap of blood and brains. “Pack it up, our job is done here!” reported Realizations into the walkie-talkie. “One down, a dozen more to go!” said Silver “What are we going to do when we come across Aceslayer?” asked Wolficelord “Hell if I know,” answered Realizations, “Hell if I know...”
The first high rank casualty of the war, brought out by a team of Covert low ranks who did nothing but run into to enemy territory on near-suicide missions. They were top-secret, not meant to be seen, not to be heard about, and most importantly, not to be discovered. Realizations was the not the highest rank on the team, but he was put in charge under the command of a SAT high rank. But that doesn’t matter, all that matters is that with Realizations, you’re only defeated when you’re dead. His only options in life: victory, or death. The squadron of six quickly and quietly walked through the rest of the village, guns concealed by large outfits. To the rest of the area, they just looked fat and bulky, walking towards a beat-up truck. Realizations and Wolf piled into the front, the other soldiers, sitting in the bed of the truck. Realizations started up the engine, and hit the gas. Heading towards his next assignment. The death of General 44-Shooter, and the capture of his former best friend, General Aceslayer of the Verenzia Military...
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| 24 Nov 2013 02:26 PM |
"General Iroc quickly lost all sense of leadership ability, as he was trained to win when odds were in his favor, not when he was faced with an actual challenge."
wha |
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| 24 Nov 2013 02:27 PM |
I wrote this like two years ago.
Quick little copy and paste job.
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