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Post by Ian Stryker on Mar 29, 2011 23:39:29 GMT -5
March 11th, 2011 0915 Hours
The small neighborhood seemed to be the quiet before the storm. The Satellite feed coming in on the computer mounted inside the Humvee suggested the Aliens where going to move through Inglewood and storm the rest of the city. They also seemed to not be stopping no matter what or taking any prisoners. They had received orders to move into Inglewood and direct whatever Civilians who where fleeing on foot to go to the Defensive line, and to also defend whatever Civilians who were slacking behind.
" Stop the Humvee," He said to PFC. Henderson who was the driver. Reaching to his radio he would press the talk button," Manning, Put your Humvee to the left of mine blocking off the other side of the road behind the Ford F-350 right there, " He said opening the door to step out. Civilians kept running by the Humvee. Carrying whatever they could it seemed. Suitcases with cloths, Pictures, Pets, Valuables. As soon as Stryker stepped from the vehicle a man came up to him," Where do we go?" Stryker pointed behind him. The road the humvee's where on where West Manchester Avenue. " Follow Manchester until you hit the 110, " The man nodded," Good luck..." He said as he signaled for his family to follow him as they began their trek down Manchester Ave.
" Sir, Call from Major Bradley," Deacon said as he opened the back door to the Humvee. Taking the Handset he would push his helmet up a bit and fit the Ear piece against his left ear," Go for Stryker."
Listening to the Major on the other end he would look West down Manchester Avenue. Looking to the Sky he smiled as three F/A-18 Super Hornets streaked overhead heading North from the South, " Copy That," Handing the Handset to Deacon again he would smile and speak into his headset after holding the Talk button down on his radio," Bradley said we got Air Support and Artillery if we need it, but only a Limited amount. F/A-18 Callsign is Broadsword," He reached into the Humvee removing his M4 and attaching the sling to it before looking around," Push some of these vehicles for cover. I wanna be covered on all sides but not be to boxed it." He said to Deacon as Henderson and Corporal Hugghins jumped out from the other side to assist in moving some cars. He wouldn't give any orders to the Fifty Gunner, he didn't need to go anywhere, " Keep your eyes West on Manchester son." He yelled to Hoffer before moving in front of the Humvee.
Civilians streamed by like water on the rocks, but it seemed after a few minutes they seemed to thin out. One or two covered in blood running by to get to safety.
Little did he know, that Manchester Avenue was being surrounded as he spoke. He suspected it, but he had no real confirmation. Plus what was he going to do? Disobey Orders and pull back to the 110 and get Court marshalled? Yeah when hell Froze Over.
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Post by Ted Manning on Mar 30, 2011 6:07:43 GMT -5
Sergeant First Class Manning's humvee bumped slowly down the street as they drove past several civilians running the opposite direction. He looked to the outside world and only saw thick black smoke, fire, death, and destruction. Those THINGS kept falling from the sky and to be honest it terrified him, but he didn't let it show. The last thing he needed was his men and woman to see him freaked. "Ready for this, Ortiz?" he asked his driver. She looked ready, to be honest he just wanted to chit chat, the ride had been rather dull on the way over. Manning decided to go down the roster for his humvee making sure his men and woman, respectfully, were ready. "Jeffreys, you good?" he called to the backseat, Jeffreys gave a thumbs up. "Sanborn, how bout you?" Sanborn jacked a round into the big .50 caliber machine gun, "Ready to kick some ass, Sarge!" Up ahead of them the lead vehicle stopped and Manning could hear Sanborn moving around in the turret, checking his sector. Manning got his orders as Stryker called in to him, "Hooah, L.T." he turned to Ortiz "Ortiz, pull us up at an angle behind the F-350 over there." he ordered. When the humvee came up behind it Manning stepped out and adjusted his M-4 so it hung snugly to his chest. "Squad, stay frosty." he called, telling them to stay put but stay on the look out. Manning walked the thirty feet that separated him and Stryker, "Orders?" OOC: Time to break out my civilian charrie
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Post by Michael Turner on Mar 30, 2011 11:57:30 GMT -5
"Here get up!" Michael called as he picked up a kid who had fallen as he ran in the direction as everyone else. Michael had just left his police cruiser, the lights still spinning red and blue. Looking at the sea of people swarming in one direction puzzled Michael. Where were they going? Did they even know? Probably not, but by the look in their eyes they wanted to be anywhere but from where they came.
In the distance he saw a couple of military vehicles park, blocking off the streets. The shadows of men stepping down from the vehicles could be seen through the thick white smoke that lingered around the area. It became quiet. He didn't like the eery silence.
It would take him a minute to get down the street to the soldiers and he hoped deeply he would make it before whatever was coming, and he knew something was coming, got to him. He removed his Berreta pistol and held it in his right hand as he began running, his LAPD uniform turning him into a black shadow in the smoke.
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Post by Gary Hoffor on Mar 30, 2011 15:06:37 GMT -5
"West Sir, Good Copy!" keeping an eye west down West Manchester Ave. just south of downtown Inglewood. Gary watched as the flood of people continued to flow past, headed east away from the beach and the newest threat to the world. "Guess we don't need to worry about global warming now." idling chatting to those near the Humvee. While scanning down the street, a small kid took a tumble and the mother took several more steps before she was able to stop. Reaching behind her, Gary could imagine the look on her face. Before she stopped, one of LA's finest, dressed and blue scooped up the kid and handed him to his mother who hugged the officer as she shifted the weight of the kid. Then motion on the 405 drew Garys' eyes.
At 4-5 city blocks. the 405 was low on the horizon to the west stretching north and south. a new pillar of smoke suddenly rose just north of Manchester. Billowing yellow-orange smoke climbed quickly like a micro nuclear mushroom. "Possible contact at my 1 o'clock SIR! about 1/4 mile on the 405, or under it"
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Post by Ian Stryker on Mar 30, 2011 15:37:17 GMT -5
When Hoffor called out possible contact he would look around and observe the surrounding buildings and houses. " Deacon, gimme the horn." He said as Deacon handed him the Handset to the radio. Moving to the back of the Humvee with Deacon he would pull out his Map and spread it out. " Hold this down for me Corporal." Deacon held the map down.
Stryker began to use the street signs and building locations to find out their exact location. To their left was a large 7/11 Gas Station which seemed abandoned. He gathered the Coordinates and hit the talk button on the Radio," BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD This is Saber-Two-Sephen-Actual, do you copy, over?" Releasing the Talk button on the handset the line was static before the pilot Responded," Roger that, Saber-Two-Sephen-Actual, go for BROADSWORD." The line Quieted and he thought for a moment," Fire-Mission, grid cordinates -one-zero point; Echo niner-zero-won-fife-eight; Vector -won-eight-zero-six-fife; Do you copy?" He released the Talk button once more. It took a moment," Roger that Two-Sephen-Actual." Nodding Stryker smiled," Our location will be marked by Red Smoke. Go Code is RENEGADE-THORN, Do you copy, Over." The Pilot of the F/A-18 came back with confirmation of the Go-Code and he nodded," Roger that, Stand-By BROADSWORD."
Removing a piece of paper from his vest once more he would look to his left and right. The F/A-18 Strike wound occur to the West, now to cover their North and South. " Now time to get the Artillery Ready." He winked to Deacon who just smiled wide.
" BROADSWORD Mobile Artillery this is Saber-Two-Sephen-Actual, do you copy, over?" He waited for a moment and the man on the other end sounded," Roger that Two-Sephen-Actual this is B.M.A., Go." Ian took a moment to remember then nodded," fire mission, danger close, grid cordinates -one-two point; Echo Eight-three-won-fife-eight; Vector -won-fife-zero-six-fife; elevation.... 200, windage, one-six-zero, ten knots; I repeat Danger Close, do you copy?" He waited for a moment after releasing the talk button," Roger that Two-Sephen-Actual, ready and loaded, Go Code?" Ian just smirked," Go Code is; RENEGAGE THORN, do you copy?" The Artillery-men sounded quickly," Roger that Two-Sephen-Actual, ready and waiting."
Stryker nodded," Alright. " Handing the headset back to Deacon he would just walk to the drivers side of the lead Humvee and look to Manning and say into the Com," We got Air and Artillery on Stand-by. Just need the Bad Guys to give the Go-Code." His eyes scanned to the west. It was quiet now, a bit to quiet. Cliche, but it was true... It was now very quiet.
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Post by Ted Manning on Mar 30, 2011 19:27:27 GMT -5
Manning nodded over to Stryker as he started to walk towards the F-350 truck. He opened the cab and peered inside, the radio was on a rock station and leaning over Manning turned off the low hum. He then turned the key in the ignition and turned off the car. No point in having unwanted noise drifting around the area.
The last of the civilians ran by and the street became very quiet. Manning began to scan the rooftops and alleyways around them to see if their were any viable escape routes. None that would get them to far away. A gas station stood on their left, they could run their if anything happened. A dozen options shot through his brain as he tried to think of a million different scenarios. He had to stop.
Turning to his driver he nodded, "Doin good, Ortiz?" he asked.
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Post by Michael Turner on Mar 30, 2011 21:05:38 GMT -5
Michael hated how quiet it was, even worse he hated not knowing where his wife was. They hadn't talked all day and when he tried to get ahold of her on the phone both the landline and the cell was blocked. How could he be surprised, all of Los Angeles was calling people at the time of impact. He just hoped they didn't get to their home in Santa Monica, or at least she got out.
Michael started running for the soldiers up ahead, he knew that when he got to them he would be relatively safe. Holstering his pistol so they wouldn't take him as a threat he began sprinting towards them.
"Guys! Hey over here!" Michael screamed as he continued to run with his arm raised above his head.
Just then a screech that pulsated within his head cut through the quiet air and slammed into his ear drums, "AH!" he screamed but continued to run for the humvees.
A bright flash and a loud streak of fire that sounding like a whistling bottle rocket came slamming into the car next to Michael tossing him several feet into the air. In seconds the air turned hot as several boiling hot rounds came flying from all different directions. Slamming into cars, cutting through everything like butter. Michael removed his pistol and tried to run for the humvees but before he could get two more steps a secondary explosion from a car tossed him into the F-350's hood that stood in front of one of the humvees.
Michael tasted blood in his mouth after biting the side. He gripped his pistol and slowly sat up against one of the tires. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!"
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Post by Gary Hoffor on Mar 31, 2011 13:31:50 GMT -5
watching the officer close on the soldiers, still one and a half blocks away. Gary noticed that the civvies had gone. just gone, one minute there and the next not. Gary's eyes started roaming every where by instinct. Last time he recalled the street suddenly vacated of people was just before an......
From the Freeway overpass, a contrail advanced toward Gary and the other soldiers. Slamming suddenly into a red sports car abandoned when it looked like it collided with a old blue pickup. about 100 ft from the officer. throwing him forward and a little to the side. "CONTACT, CONTACT, FREEWAY OVERPASS!!!"Gary yelled, as he depressed the butterfly trigger on the .50 cal he was manning. tracers streaking toward the overpass but falling short.
Raising his aim, he triggered a second 3-4 round burst. Still short. Adjusting his aiming reticle. He fired a 3rd burst. bouncing rounds a foot below the railing on the freeway bridge. That is when he noticed the turret moving on the freeway and several bodies moving near it. Was that thing bobbing? A fourth burst erupted from the machine gun. Right height.. a little right. "Sir! i have a armored target on the 405, at least i think its..." the last was lost in the sound of another explosion.
A light erupted from the bridge, quickly followed by another contrail. Slamming the ground between the still running officer and the Soldiers. Raising up from ducking the explosion and grabbing his guns hand grips. "Run Mother**cker run!" Gary yelled as he opened up his now zeroed machine gun. Bullets and tracers slamming and bouncing off the concrete wall of the freeway. A few rounds passed over past the turret and figures. One of the figures threw off a shower of sparks as it was hit by a round or two. It looked like it might have gone down. Suddenly, there where more figures along the freeway wall. They started firing hand held weapons, but their fire fell way short of the officer and the soldiers.
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Post by Ian Stryker on Mar 31, 2011 15:56:36 GMT -5
It took a bit for him to register and see the Officer running towards them. He looked to Deacon and then to Manning," Stay Frosty..." He said into the headset before reaching down to the weapon against his chest. Checking the Chamber once more he smirked as he would use his thumb now to remove the save onto Semi-Auto. Lightly tapping the Magazine in the hold he looked up only to see the Freeway erupt in flames it seemed as Enemy fire came raining down," F*CK!" He yelled as he hit the dirt, a few rounds flying past where he once stood. Raising his head he would peek out to see that the entire Freeway was lined with the enemy. Smirking he would come up to a knee and raise his weapon. Squeezing the trigger he would pop a few rounds off. Using the x3 Magnifications on his EOTech 557. He visibly saw the round strike the alien in the center mass. Standing up he would move back towards the humvee and yell," Deacon!" The young man with the radio pack came running through the fire to the Lieutenant.
Snatching the handset to the radio from Deacon he would place it to his eat and speak," BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD this is TWO-SEPHEN-ACTUAL, RENEGADE-THORN, do you copy, over." Releasing the talk button the F/A-18 pilot came back over the horn," Roger that TWO-SEPHEN-ACTUAL, coming in hot." Said the pilot. The sound of two F/A-18 afterburners could be heard in the distance as they streaked towards the over-pass from the North now. " Give 'em hell!" He said into the handset once more before releasing the handset to let it retract to Deacon.
Standing up now he would say into his Headset," Hoffor keep them supressed on that Fifty! We got Air-Support Inbound!" He said loud enough to get over the sound of that Massive Browning Fifty Cal Machine Gun. Leaning out he would raise his own M4 and take aim. Popping a few rounds off he would take cover and look to his left towards the Gas Station. He squinted a bit to see Civilians running towards the East to Safety.
Within 2 minutes it was such a beautiful sight. Turning towards the over-pass he would watch as the Two F/A-18 Super Hornets would streak overhead, as if they had done nothing but they did something rather significant. The sight of a 1000lb JDAM( Precision Guided Bomb) falling down onto the Overpass was beautiful. It seemed to happen all to quick as the JDAM Struck the overpass right over a support Pillar. When it exploded the Entire Over-pass seemed to become unstable and wobble, soon Collapsing under its own Weight.
Reaching for Deacon once again he grabbed the Radio once more," Command this is Sabre-Two-Sephen-Actual do you copy, Over." It took a moment before a man replied," Roger that Lieutennant, this is Captain Lennox. Whats the situation, over." Stryker looked over the Humvee to see the enemy still coming at them, even though the air-strike took a toll on their main force. The F/A-18s where turning to give it another pass. " We have contact along West Manchester Avenue. We have been engaged by a Company Size force of the Hostile, we cannot hold for very long, Over." The Captain came back," Lieutenant, we are so spread thin our lines are about to collapse... I'll see if I can get some Marines to come back you up, but if you lose Inglewood we may lost Western Lost Angeles, Son." The radio went silent. Looking to Deacon, who was firing from around the Humvee he sighed," Roger that, Captain. We will give 'em hell! Two-Sephen-Actual, out." He dropped the handset and spoke into his headset," Manning we gotta hold here, Command says they are gonna try to get some Marines to come back us up, but until then we are on our own!" Peering out once more he fired a few more shots off.
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Post by Ted Manning on Apr 1, 2011 12:47:09 GMT -5
When the first explosions rocked the area Manning flinched his whole body. He immediately shut his eyes and cursed for flinching but then turned to his sectors and watched the rooftops. He heard Hoff yelling the contacts out and Manning turned and began firing down the street towards the 405 but it was too far, his weapons fell short. Their weapons; however, could reach easily. He watched as Hoff began correcting his fire and as he moved forward something caught his eye to the left. He turned with his weapon ready but saw an LAPD cop running towards them "Come on man!" Manning screamed but another explosion rocked the ground and the officer went flying into the F-350 Manning stood behind. Manning ran to his side just in time to hear him curse, "It's ok, sir, we got you." He helped the officer to his feet and started leading him to the humvee.
"Medic! Jeffery's get the hell up here!" Manning yelled over the fire as the platoons medic ran forward. "Check this policeman out and see what you can do!"
Just then Manning heard the sonic boom of Jets breaking the sound barrier overhead and he looked up to see twin F-18s flying towards the overpass. The whistle was distinctive but faint and then it happened. He watched as a brilliant fireball erupted on the interstate. It had no sound, no voice to call with until the concussion pounded its way down the street to them. BOOM the explosive sound came to them and firing from the overpass ceased.
"WOOOO GET SOME!" he cheered. His cheers went faint though as he watched the two F-18s explode in the air.
"NO NO NO!" he screamed as he ran forward and stopped watching the wreckage slowly fall to the earth below. Manning didn't have anymore time to yell. No sooner had he stopped running their was another loud screech and more flaming bullets and missiles came screaming in.
"CONTACT 12 O'CLOCK DOWN THE STREET!" Manning yelled as he raised his rifle. He fired several rounds which pinged and bounced off the body but finally some broke through and when that happened the subsonic .223 round dropped the alien.
"Sandborn!" he yelled for his humvee's gunner "Aim to the right of where the heart should be!"
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Post by Michael Turner on Apr 1, 2011 12:56:09 GMT -5
Michael felt himself being helped to the humvee but his head was still spinning. Soon a young man who was obviously a medic knelt in front of him. He asked what was hurting him and Michael just said it was his head and back. He knew something was wrong with his back when he slammed into the truck and heard it crack. His head also felt like it was swelling, not good.
The medic flashed a light in both his eyes and then help up fingers and then asked him to squeeze his fingers. Michael failed in both. The medic looked worried and laid back Michael in the humvee he said, "Sir, I think you have a severe concussion." he then left and told another soldier who looked like he led the group. He heard his words clearly, "L.T, we have a civilian with severe head trauma, whats the word?"
The THUMP THUMP THUMP of the big gun above Michael gave no help at all to the situation.
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Post by Ian Stryker on Apr 1, 2011 15:20:39 GMT -5
When Manning called out to the Civilian. " F*ck!" He yelled as he raised his weapon and laid down cover fire for Manning as he ran to grab the Civvie. When fire began to erupt from the North an South int he buildings he would duck his head down," DEACON!" He yelled as the Radioman handed him the Handset and he pulled the Handset into his ear and he yelled over the fire," BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD all units, RENEGADE-THORN, I repeat Renegade-Thorn. Fire For Effect!"
Back at the F.O.B at LAX where ten M198 Howitzer Artillery pieces sat lying in wait. It seemed almost fluid as down the line as each Howitzer sent a round into the air hurling towards Inglewood. The large Cannons sent a volley of 10 rounds a piece to the fight.
About 10 seconds after Stryker called in the Artillery they struck. Pounding the houses and buildings, missing the Gas Station though. The enemy fire seemed to die down as each round struck the area. The Concussion he felt in his chest and it seemed to massage his sore muscles a bit.
When Jeffereys called out to him he would say into the headset," Get the Civvie out of the Humvee. Take him back half a block and keep him there. I don't want him in that Humvee if they hit it with an AT round!" He said before running across the gap between the two Humvee's. Grabbing the Officer by the arm he would pull him up," Jeffreys, grab his other arm. " He said pulling him up," Manning Hold the line, Moving the Civilian away from the fight."
It took maybe 45 seconds for Jeffreys and Stryker to move the Civilian to a safe place behind a thick Concrete wall along the road," Stay here with him." He told Jeffrey's before taking off in a dead sprint back to the fight. As he reached the Humvee he would slide on his knee-pads to cover," Deacon call in those Arty boys and tell them keep the Fire coming, I want these bastards toasted well done damnit!" Reaching over he yelled," Manning, we might have to fall back a few blocks, if we o I want your squad to move first, hooah?"
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Post by Gary Hoffor on Apr 2, 2011 0:15:02 GMT -5
*THOOMP THOOMP THOOMP* The fifty coughed again. 2 min had gone by and Gary was still trying to drop these aliens. a few went down and some got back up. some missing limbs, some looked like they weren't hurt. "F*ck" Gary thought. His hands slightly numb from the repeated firing of the fifty.
The 405 lay 60 ft. lower than it did 40 sec. ago. Contacts called out in North and South now. That would mean the only safe route is east. Grays mind processed as he lined up another burst. *THOOMP THOOMP THOOMP* another alien behind a car flew backward, this one didn't get up. Another salvo of arty dropped on the street and nearby buildings. Gary saw one alien 2 blocks away get lifted from near a bus and thrown into a store front.
It was that motion that drew Gary's eyes to the buildings. There was movement inside some of the store fronts. Drawing a bead on the movement, Gary watched for a sec. "Sh*t! there infiltrating through the shops on the north side of Manchester! I repeat, they are in the mother f*cking buildings!!" and fired another burst into a May's storefront. Shredding a mannequin as well as the alien behind it.
Stomping his foot on the floor of the Hummer, scattering the pile of casings on the floor. "Ammo, i need another box. I got a few bursts left."
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Post by George Waldo Walker on Apr 2, 2011 14:59:36 GMT -5
It was all surreal. The running civilians, the smoke, the silence, and then of course the explosions. George ducked behind the Humvee as the .50 reached out and alien "gunfire" started blowing things up. He wasn't able to do much more than peek his head out and watch his sector as the alien, things, traded long range fire with the .50's.
Then the F-18's came in and the explosions got even bigger. "Yeah!" The airstrike gave him a breather to get back up and into a better firing position. When they blew up a few seconds later he wasn't paying to much attention as the Sergeant called out contacts down the street.
"Frack me!" George aimed at the new contacts and let off a few three round bursts at the incoming enemy. The bullets didn't seem to do much to them, then again they didn't go down easy in the movies or video games did they?
George noticed the officer being brought in and the medic looking him over. A few orders were yelled but none were aimed at him so he focused on finding targets and shooting at them. When the shells came in he had become adjusted to the reality of this firefight enough to barely even flinch.
"Ammo, i need another box. I got a few bursts left." George heard the .50 gunner call out for ammo and instinct had him moving to the back of the Humvee before he knew it.
"On it!" He reached in and pulled out a new box of ammo, prepped the belt and pushed it up toward the gunner, "Ammo here!"
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Post by Gary Hoffor on Apr 4, 2011 15:47:39 GMT -5
Reaching down to grab the offered ammo box of .50 cal rounds. "Thanks, Walker isn't it? Can you prep a 2nd box? These f*ckers keep getting up! Its like playing whack a mole!". Placing the the box on the roof of the Humvee. leaning back in as much as he can, "how is that cop. did he get banged up bad?"
After a gloomy response Gary straitened and got back to business. After a few bursts, he popped open the now warm ammo feed cover. pulled the new box of ammo around and pulled open the top. pulling the lead layer of ammo out, fed it into the M2 and closed the lid.
As he repositioned behind the machine gun, Gary started scanning the store fronts where he saw the last motion before loading his weapon. Nothing. Moving his eyes toward the 405. Still nothing. Just a deep haze though the street from small fires and the craters created by that heavy weapon that knocked that officer off his feet.
*Thunk* The hummer gave a small shake. *Thunk Thunk Thunk* warmth across the back of Gary's neck. Yellow streaks drop into the little area that the army soldiers had been defending. Following the tracers back, the bull sized soldier saw on the roof of the stores that he looked at a moment ago had movement on them.
"Damb, they've moved to the roofs! Contact front and up! *Thump Thump Thump* the first burst from the .50 clips the upper lip of the roof of a mom and pop grocery store halve a block away. *Pang!* an alien round hits the gun shield that is designed to protect the gunner. The round hits and glowing dent the 1/2 in. metal plate startles Gary. "Thats not good." he thinks as he gives his helmeted head a shake. "you want some of this!!" Gary shouts toward the aliens on the roofs. using longer bursts, Gary starts the act of causing a lead infused rain of death on the roofs of several store fronts.
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