Post by Cao Ren on Jun 5, 2010 17:22:21 GMT
Sgt. Schmidt, they would call him. John sat in the corner of the ride, head leaning casually on his hand. The inside of the helicopter was rather dark, only illuminated faintly by a small light, just bright enough to see each other. The constant noise coming from the chopper was a sound John often heard, preferably close by. Rushing into the dangerous of situations to risk his life was natural. Holding a gun and firing bullets into another's head was a necessary routine. John lived his life in battle.
How had it happened this time? Well, the locals weren't really thankful of what they were freely provided with. They preferred "their" way, their own means to running the place. Numerous documents sent to explain their opinion, simply regarded as bullcrap. After several months of protesting attempts, the locals decided to take a different medium of talking. It was a nation that allowed personal gun-keeping. Every man joining the cause picked up a weapon and mustered together to form an amateur militia.
The only thing the rebels had was determination. Well, that led them far enough for the government to send riot control squads. Alpha Team was up for the job as first into this sector.
"We're there," the pilot said over the mic.
In unison, the entire squad stood up, brushing themselves before positioning in a line before the side of the copter. The chopper stopped. John slowly fiddled with the M16A4 lying in his gloved hands, the grenade launcher attachment making it slightly heavier than what he usually trained with. Then the doors slid open, the red light of the sunset flew in, and the ropes were flung down and away. John strapped the weapon on his back, grabbed firm onto the rope, and readied himself for the jump.
"Go, go, go!"
One by one, they all slid down with rapid speed before they hit the wet grass, among the many houses and alleys. They had to risk arriving in such a place on the outskirts of the village in order to avoid too much detection. Of course, the chopper would have been spotted; it would leave and come back upon contact.
John dropped low, pulling out his M16 again and drawing the Holographic Sights up to his eyes.
"Looks pretty much clear. Everyone in position."
John is equipped with:
M16A4 Holographic Sight w/ Grenade Launcher
Desert Eagle
1 melee knife
4 frags + throwing knife
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You can have:
1 primary weapon (Rifles, SMGs, LMGs, Riot Shield) w/ up to 2 optional attachments
1 secondary weapon (Pistols, Shotguns, Launchers) w/ up to 1 optional attachment
1 melee knife
8 grenades (Frag, Flashbang, Smoke, Stun, Semtex, Tear Gas)
OR
4 grenades and 1 special (C4, Claymore, Throwing Knife)
How had it happened this time? Well, the locals weren't really thankful of what they were freely provided with. They preferred "their" way, their own means to running the place. Numerous documents sent to explain their opinion, simply regarded as bullcrap. After several months of protesting attempts, the locals decided to take a different medium of talking. It was a nation that allowed personal gun-keeping. Every man joining the cause picked up a weapon and mustered together to form an amateur militia.
The only thing the rebels had was determination. Well, that led them far enough for the government to send riot control squads. Alpha Team was up for the job as first into this sector.
"We're there," the pilot said over the mic.
In unison, the entire squad stood up, brushing themselves before positioning in a line before the side of the copter. The chopper stopped. John slowly fiddled with the M16A4 lying in his gloved hands, the grenade launcher attachment making it slightly heavier than what he usually trained with. Then the doors slid open, the red light of the sunset flew in, and the ropes were flung down and away. John strapped the weapon on his back, grabbed firm onto the rope, and readied himself for the jump.
"Go, go, go!"
One by one, they all slid down with rapid speed before they hit the wet grass, among the many houses and alleys. They had to risk arriving in such a place on the outskirts of the village in order to avoid too much detection. Of course, the chopper would have been spotted; it would leave and come back upon contact.
John dropped low, pulling out his M16 again and drawing the Holographic Sights up to his eyes.
"Looks pretty much clear. Everyone in position."
John is equipped with:
M16A4 Holographic Sight w/ Grenade Launcher
Desert Eagle
1 melee knife
4 frags + throwing knife
----
You can have:
1 primary weapon (Rifles, SMGs, LMGs, Riot Shield) w/ up to 2 optional attachments
1 secondary weapon (Pistols, Shotguns, Launchers) w/ up to 1 optional attachment
1 melee knife
8 grenades (Frag, Flashbang, Smoke, Stun, Semtex, Tear Gas)
OR
4 grenades and 1 special (C4, Claymore, Throwing Knife)