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.