Battalion: Stagnant Flame
Chapter one: Breaking Point
White hawk crash site*
Silver: Ugh……
Blaze: Your up.
Silver: how long have I been out?
Blaze: 'bout five hours.
Silver: aw hell.
Blaze: well we're stuck here damn it.
Silver: how?
Blaze: Frigging Artillery on the ridge.
Silver: damn.
Blaze: yeah well I salvaged the radio, and the fire base isn't much better.
Silver: Who's alive?
Blaze: The Captain and the Lieutenant.
Silver: against how many falschrimjaeger?
Blaze: about fifteen from radio chatter.
Silver: where are the tanks when you need them?
Blaze: freezing their asses of under artillery fire from the ridge.
Silver: the same as us?
Blaze: damn it yes.
Silver: well let's get that gun silenced.
Blaze: well we have two rifles, thirty-two rounds for each M1.
Silver: so four clips?
Blaze: yeah. Two hand grenades, a single rocket for the launcher, and a sniper rifle with about fifteen clips of five.
Silver: ready?
Blaze: we MUST be freaking insane.
Silver: yeah, I know.
Blaze: ready?
Silver: let's.
TBC………
Please don't criticize my style of writing. I'm just more used to writing script style. And this is my first story. Oh well. Hope you like it.
