Hogsweat
14-03-2004, 19:09
"Griansa, you in your position?"
The voice crackled through the comm.
"Yes commander. For the cause!"
"Everbody else, stand by. This could be big"
"Roger Roger"
Griansa was holding a Dragunov SVD, modified to hold 50. Cal rounds and fire automatically. They were all members of the Hogsweatian Communist Politic Resistance, formed ever since the Nazi's took control.
Griansa breathed deep, and panned his scope to the Kremlin building. He could see Vlaszly...Sturfumm... Longstt...
"Commander, im ready"
"Fire at will"
Griansa squeezed the trigger gently, and a round burst from his barrel. It propelled straight through the bullet/bomb/blast proof glass, and smacked Longstt right in the head. The general's forehead dented, and his brain reacted by exploding, taking the rest of his head with it. Vlaszly grabbed Sturfumm, throwing him in front of himself, when the next three bullets came, a split second after, Sturfumm was raw meat. Vlaszly jumped behind the desk, when another two bullets splintered the oak wood. He rolled, and Griansa compensated for wind and pull and fired again. Twice. The first bullet caught Vlazsly in the foot, but the second bounced of a metal plate in his hip, ricocheting round the room. Two more bullets. Griansa squeezed twice in succession, the SVD smacked his arm hard, and the two bullets missed. A whoosh came, and Vlaszly turned. Behind him a plant pot had shattered.
"COMMANDER, OUT OF AMMUNITION!"
"SHIT, RUN GRI,, RUN!!!"
Griansa dropped his gun and ran down the building, and jumped into the Resistance truck.
"DRIVE GODDAMN YOU, DRIVE!"
The driver put his foot down, and the truck sped down the pavement, ignoring all the pedestrians in its way. An APC pulled up alongside, and a Nazi with an M4A1 leaned out. He shot several rounds off, but a resistance fighter blew his head off with an AK 74U. Another popped out, but this time with an M60E. He fired continuosly, and hit the wheel. He truck geared out of control, and smashed into a wall. The next bullets struck the fuel tanks, and the front promtply exploded, a mess of metal and blood. Griansa crawled out, blood smeared on his face. Two dead resistance fighters lay alongside him, and another was taking cover inside the truck.
"In here!"
Griansa crawled back in, and the fighter handed him a Tokerev 99.
The fighter leaned out, and pumped some HK UMP rounds into a nearby Nazi. More came, and after a fierce firefight, both were overwhelmed and captured.
The voice crackled through the comm.
"Yes commander. For the cause!"
"Everbody else, stand by. This could be big"
"Roger Roger"
Griansa was holding a Dragunov SVD, modified to hold 50. Cal rounds and fire automatically. They were all members of the Hogsweatian Communist Politic Resistance, formed ever since the Nazi's took control.
Griansa breathed deep, and panned his scope to the Kremlin building. He could see Vlaszly...Sturfumm... Longstt...
"Commander, im ready"
"Fire at will"
Griansa squeezed the trigger gently, and a round burst from his barrel. It propelled straight through the bullet/bomb/blast proof glass, and smacked Longstt right in the head. The general's forehead dented, and his brain reacted by exploding, taking the rest of his head with it. Vlaszly grabbed Sturfumm, throwing him in front of himself, when the next three bullets came, a split second after, Sturfumm was raw meat. Vlaszly jumped behind the desk, when another two bullets splintered the oak wood. He rolled, and Griansa compensated for wind and pull and fired again. Twice. The first bullet caught Vlazsly in the foot, but the second bounced of a metal plate in his hip, ricocheting round the room. Two more bullets. Griansa squeezed twice in succession, the SVD smacked his arm hard, and the two bullets missed. A whoosh came, and Vlaszly turned. Behind him a plant pot had shattered.
"COMMANDER, OUT OF AMMUNITION!"
"SHIT, RUN GRI,, RUN!!!"
Griansa dropped his gun and ran down the building, and jumped into the Resistance truck.
"DRIVE GODDAMN YOU, DRIVE!"
The driver put his foot down, and the truck sped down the pavement, ignoring all the pedestrians in its way. An APC pulled up alongside, and a Nazi with an M4A1 leaned out. He shot several rounds off, but a resistance fighter blew his head off with an AK 74U. Another popped out, but this time with an M60E. He fired continuosly, and hit the wheel. He truck geared out of control, and smashed into a wall. The next bullets struck the fuel tanks, and the front promtply exploded, a mess of metal and blood. Griansa crawled out, blood smeared on his face. Two dead resistance fighters lay alongside him, and another was taking cover inside the truck.
"In here!"
Griansa crawled back in, and the fighter handed him a Tokerev 99.
The fighter leaned out, and pumped some HK UMP rounds into a nearby Nazi. More came, and after a fierce firefight, both were overwhelmed and captured.