Crouching down in the lee of a broken wall on the battlement, I unpack my rifle again, laying my pistol on the ground. Leaning into the ivy, I scan the area,
"No, Dark, may as well make a run for the objective."
__________________ "If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"
Trickster, you have our backs! Dragon, on my mark, you and I rush to the cabin on the right. Fast as you can, it's about twenty meters. On my mark...ready? GO!
"Nothing yet, Dark," I say, scanning the windows, "Be careful for a trap, there should be at least one guy there. Maybe toss a flashbang through the window?"
__________________ "If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"
Dragon looked at his backpack. It was filled of exposives. He loved doing his job and he did it almost perfect. "We can always strike them fatal with a grenade. That would probably drag their attention while we charge in"
__________________
"You will too eventually be part of my collection"
No, flashbangs to disorient; we might need the frags later. Two, quickly, then fire through the window. Trickster, watch the walls for any potential snipers with us in their field of fire.
(Don't know if it's too late but I'm Terrorist #3 Gerald, an ex-paratrooper from Germany)
"Peter, I'm not sure if this thing is going zo work,
I ave a really bad feel about zis. They could come down on us
any minute now. Are ze znipers ready ?..."
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