Disclaimer: You know last time I checked, I don't own the franchise Freedom Fighters
David Aranthra shouldered his rifle and squeezed the trigger. The first two shots went straight and true and hit the Soviet soldier square in the chest. The third went high and caught the man in the shoulder. The soldier fell in the snow and started screaming in pain, and a fourth shot finished that problem. He saw the other four soldiers drop behind a low wall where he could not hit them. He looked down the line and shouted, "Jess, I need a frag over here now!"
"Two seconds, sir," was her reply as she fired off a short burst and started running over to his position, reloading as she went. She pulled a frag grenade off her vest and pulled the pin. She peered around the wall and tossed the grenade. There were shouts followed by the muffled explosion. The team's scout, George Rickson, ran up to the wall and checked. "You got 'em good, Jess," he said upon returning.
"Okay, people, we need to follow this street a little longer and we should come across a sewer main and safety. The Russian tanks are coming closer, and we need to get out of here before they come and say hello," David told the squad.
"Sir, just wondering, but how are we going to retreat when that squad probably radioed in reinforcements which, by the way, are there right now," asked Madeline Schmidt, the squad's heavy weapon specialist.
"Simple, Maddie, we run. We run very, very fast, because if we don't, we die, plain and simple."
"Can't argue with that, sir."
David smiled and pumped his arm up and down twice and the squad started running. They ran straight down the street to the next building. Keep going straight and friendly territory was right there. Another quick dash and they were at the small outpost that was a manhole with some concrete barricades and barbed wire on either side. Adam Jules with Patricia Marden walked up. "Hey, sir, I thought you forgot about us," Adam said as he reached down and slid the manhole cover off.
"No, we didn't do that, but we gotta get the hell out of here now. Red has a tank division coming in our direction. It seems our distraction has worked a bit too well." David said as Jessica and George started down the manhole.
"Contact, two enemy squads coming down the street!" Patricia shouted and followed up with a burst from her rifle.
"Get down this hole, men, hurry it up. Maddie, Adam, go. Patricia and I will follow."
Without a word, Madeline and Adam started down the hole into relative safety. After about ten seconds had passed, he tapped Patricia on the shoulder and pointed to the hole. She nodded and started down, David following soon after, pulling the manhole shut behind him.
Jessica White pulled off her helmet and let her hair fall down. "Well, sir, all-in-all, a pretty good job today, right," she asked.
"We did what we were told to do, plain and simple. Now, the better question to ask is was it worth it?," Patricia asked. They were still reeling from their loss of Alex Pilmer when he was surprised by the first squad they fought. He was fired upon by the entire Soviet squad before the Americans knew what hit them.
"It was worth it, at least to headquarters. One enemy squad destroyed, two more damaged doesn't seem like much, but the information we acquired will be greatly beneficial to our cause. Now, was it worth it to us? No, I don't think so. We lost a man that we have worked with since the beginning of all this. But orders are orders, and we had ours," David said, ending any argument that might have been brewing. Adam pointed ahead to a light at the end of the tunnel. "Check it out, home."