Sand-sharks
A/N I can hear the rage now. "You made another story instead of updating either Fire Within or your other old stories!? Y?! GAHGHAGAHSDGASDWUBGHNWEGINAF." But joking aside I am still working on Fire within. I'm just working on a side story for those who prefer this sort of tale. so DON'T WORRY. I will continue writing on the other fic. Anyway hope you enjoy this humorous tale of guns and mercs! Oh also quick explanation the first chapter will NOT introduce the characters but it WILL have some naming. Chapter 2 will have more info.
Chapter 1- The man with the plan. (We do have a plan right?)
Bullets whizzed around the running man making him attempt to run even faster as the ground behind his heels was ground into dust by the automatic weapons-fire. He quickly leapt behind a nearby concrete barrier in an alleyway. But instead of returning fire with the weapon slung over his shoulder he pulled out a radio from the side of his pack and yelled into it saying, "I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS AREA WAS CLEAR?!" And as more automatic fire ripped at the other side of the barrier a male voice with an Irish accent came through the radio saying, "Sorry boss-man! I have no idea where those bastards came from! They must have been in a bunker out of my bloody sight-line or sometin'!" as one bullet whizzed dangerously close past the man's head he roared into the radio, "WELL DEAL WITH THEM! I CAN'T RETURN FIRE LIKE THIS!" The voice on the other side of the radio said, "Roger that! Ok laddies! OPEN FIRE!" as he said this a nearby building's windows erupted with gunfire, tearing the raiders below to bloody shreds in a matter of moments. After the last raider had fallen the man who had been under fire pulled out his pistol and hopped back over the barrier to survey the carnage. He turned and gave a salute to the now-visible squad of mercs in the window. One of them, a red-headed man with a rifle slung over his shoulder returned the salute with a thumbs-up. As the man below lowered his hand from his fore-head he spun around and shot the last remaining raider who had made the mistake of having his safety so rusty as to have it make a 'click' when it came off. As the last body fell the man cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "By the way you missed one!" the mercs one by one hopped out of the window hitting the ground giving small grunts as the got back up. The mercs than got into a combat formation around the man as the redhead hollered, "So what now Jack? After all you are the man with a plan!" Jack grinned and turned around un-slinging his m4. He replied, "What we always do. Improvise. Now let's roll out!" The mercs nodded and they rushed towards the bunker ahead; Ready for one hell of a fight...