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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 7:38 pm
"Are they headed for this house?" Richard inquired. He had a few grenades, a few flashbangs, quite a few smoke grenades, and two incendiaries. That would do something. He also checked his rifle, and then pushed himself against the wall near the window.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 7:48 pm
He looked out. "They're going to all the houses."
The old man pulled St. Cyrill's sleeve, gesturing to a back door. Nodding in understanding, St. Cyrill murmured, "Gracias," and headed that way. He whistled for Richard.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 7:52 pm
Richard nodded and was hot on St. Cyrill's tail. He moved backwards, watching the opposition through the window with his rifle in the prepared to fire position.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 7:57 pm
St. Cyrill pushed open the back door to reveal one of the drug runners. He had raised his hand to open the door when it opened to St. Cyrill. It was hard to tell who was more startled, but St. Cyrill reacted faster: his pistol whipped up and he fired, blowing the man back with two shots to the chest.
"s**t!" he said, running out the door and heading for the treeline behind the house. "Let's go, Richard!" he called.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:10 pm
As he kept back-stepping, Richard cut loose through the far window and hopefully killed one or two of the drug runners behind them. He paused long enough to scoop up the AK the man had been carrying and toss it to St. Cyrill. "Grab magazines when you get the chance!" he shouted, and started moving up right behind him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:12 pm
Richard killed one of the men, further alerting those in the street.
St. Cyrill caught the gun in the air without slowing his pace. "We've got to get out of here!" he cried. He picked up speed, running for the trees.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:35 pm
Richard set up sprinting, dropping a smoke grenade as he ran. That should cover up their tracks. The forest wasn't that far away; they were going to make it. Probably. He managed to glance over his shoulder to check what was going on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:49 pm
When he glanced over his shoulder, he tripped. Focused as he was on making it forward, into the trees, it was only natural that he "jumped" in the direction.
He appeared just in front of St. Cyrill, who tripped over him in shock. The two tumbled into the trees.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:55 pm
Richard held St. Cyrill down. "Let's stay quiet and wait this out," he whispered, checking his magazine. At least twenty-five rounds or so left; not enough to warrant changing it. He peered out of the undergrowth, trying to determine what was going on out there.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:03 pm
St. Cyrill came ever so close to hitting Richard in the head. Hard.
"Well no s**t, Brit," he growled. "What was I gonna do, run back there and fight them? Get off me."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:14 pm
"With your temper, who the f**k knows?" Richard murmured half-mindedly, shifting himself away from St. Cyrill. He observed the drug runners; there were probably more than they actually could fight through. This required a more stealthy, actual special forces approach. Placing his arms ahead of him on the ground such that his hands were resting on the elbows of the opposite arms, thus crossed, he started crawling along the edge of the undergrowth, keeping very low and quiet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:24 pm
St. Cyrill went along with him, silent, the AK slung over his back. "The woman that saved us is back there," he murmured urgently.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:28 pm
"A. they shouldn't bother her, b. what are we going to do about it?" Richard told him. He hesitated, though. "I don't... I dunno. There doesn't seem to be a whole ton we can do. There are just too many of them."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:37 pm
St. Cyrill scoffed. "Giving up, Brit? If we had given up, we'd still be owned by your people right now. That woman saved our lives; we owe her as much. I'm going back for her. Come if you want."
St. Cyrill began to creep slowly in that direction, alert.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:42 pm
"Very well," Richard muttered and moved after him. If they were killed... well, they'd be dead. That was that, really.
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