Vichy France
04-01-2005, 06:25
The sun rose over some of the largest buildings in the city, showing the French soldiers just how run-down this nation was. They expected them to relocate here? This place was a mess.
Michel Brandie took out his pistol, a Beretta 92. He really didn't like it, the sights bugged the hell outta him. He had requested multiple other guns; 1911's, USP's, even a glock, which he thought was a plastic peice of shit.
They were almost to Ghanzi, they could already see the buildings in the distance. Michel checked his pistol; he knew his G2 was ready, he hadn't checked his pistol in a few hours though.
Fully loaded, safety on, but cocked. Good.
The AMX-30 slowed down as it reached Ghanzi. Every road was blocked off, and blackhawks has mined some of the plains around the city had been mined. The French knew where, the africans didn't.
Michel had been told what they were about to do, and he didn't really care. It was such a lowly populated nation. He came from a city with a larger population than this nation. He had his aimpoint hooked on, over 800 rounds of 5.56.
A quick radio message was sent. They were ordered to begin. Michel laughed, as a large number of the blackies stood very close, wondering what was happening. Two AMX-30's aimed their guns. HE shells flew into the crowds, every piece of shrapnel found a target, it seemed.
Michel began moving through. No black Frenchman were allowed in this mission, for fear of friendly fire. Michel unloaded his first and second clips quickly, mostly hitting people. This was the easy time; Door to door would be hard.
They couldn't use too many explosives, they wanted everything intact for themselves. There were only about 2 million of the blackies. They would be gone soon enough.
OOC: To be continued.
Michel Brandie took out his pistol, a Beretta 92. He really didn't like it, the sights bugged the hell outta him. He had requested multiple other guns; 1911's, USP's, even a glock, which he thought was a plastic peice of shit.
They were almost to Ghanzi, they could already see the buildings in the distance. Michel checked his pistol; he knew his G2 was ready, he hadn't checked his pistol in a few hours though.
Fully loaded, safety on, but cocked. Good.
The AMX-30 slowed down as it reached Ghanzi. Every road was blocked off, and blackhawks has mined some of the plains around the city had been mined. The French knew where, the africans didn't.
Michel had been told what they were about to do, and he didn't really care. It was such a lowly populated nation. He came from a city with a larger population than this nation. He had his aimpoint hooked on, over 800 rounds of 5.56.
A quick radio message was sent. They were ordered to begin. Michel laughed, as a large number of the blackies stood very close, wondering what was happening. Two AMX-30's aimed their guns. HE shells flew into the crowds, every piece of shrapnel found a target, it seemed.
Michel began moving through. No black Frenchman were allowed in this mission, for fear of friendly fire. Michel unloaded his first and second clips quickly, mostly hitting people. This was the easy time; Door to door would be hard.
They couldn't use too many explosives, they wanted everything intact for themselves. There were only about 2 million of the blackies. They would be gone soon enough.
OOC: To be continued.