Here is my newest story I hope you all enjoy it.
Prologue...
David Johnson was a normal man who worked a 5 to 9 job in an office building in San Francisco, California. He also took a liking to air soft and used almost all of his money to buy air soft equipment. But after the controversial 2016 presidential elections he used his money to buy weapons and military equipment and became a major weapons enthusiast. After a major stock market crash, which was caused by an international source. David sat around waiting for something to happen, he had saved up thousands of dollars and could keep paying his already high bills, at least until he watched the news one day and saw there were cargo ships full of Russian troops being unloaded onto the Californian beaches.
5 Months into the invasion...
David was sitting next to a fire in the Californian mountains. He had his trusty AR-15 that had a handle grip and an ACOG scope, completed with a laser on the right side to go with his night vision. He was wearing a military grade tactical vest that was a light brown color and green MARPAT combat pants and a green MARPAT combat shirt under his vest. On his head was a custom camo ACH combat helmet, the camo being a mix of brown, green, and black. He was wearing a tan colored scarf around his face to hide his handsome yet serious face with a small beard and his helmet was hiding short brown hair, he almost looked like he was in the military on deployment if anyone saw him.
David rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows and put his gun on a tree as he looked into the fire. Sitting across from him was an ex navy seal he had met while playing paintball, he looked just like every navy seal would, short but very stout.
"Fred can you pass the beans already." David asked the man impatiently. David looked up and saw his friend Fred, who had an M249 SAW with a bipod and a 2x red dot sight. "Alright, alright, but leave some for James, we will need to raid a store soon, its sad but true, I don't think anyone would mind in this time of panic anyways." Fred said with his heavy southern accent.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw James who had an M14 EMR with a large 10x zoom scope and had some grass camo on it. They all looked the same mostly other than small differences like James wearing a pure black helmet and Fred wearing a full brown helmet, but they had uniform camo colors so they could know who each other were but with the helmets they could tell each other apart.
After David took a couple bites from the can of beans he threw it to James who caught it and brought out his own silver spoon and started to eat out of the can.
"I saw a small ruskie patrol going down I20 yesterday morning, I think we should hit it tomorrow." James brought up between one of his bites. "I agree, Davy you still got that AT4?" Fred asked.
David nodded, "Yeah one sec." He said as he got up and took a look behind a tree, with that he pulled out a large duffel bag and laid it on the ground near the fire. "She is right here." David said as he took the rocket launcher out of the bag, "One rocket but the penetration of an Abrams." James commented. "Damn straight." Fred said. They all chuckled for a few seconds. "We should really get moving tonight, better to be ready for them when they get there then still have to waste time planning later." David said, being the De facto leader of the group.
"I agree, let's be ready and waiting just like a virgin princess in a fairy world." Fred said as he sat up and put his LMG on his back along with an Alice pack that carried all his gear. David nodded to James and they both grabbed their own large backpacks and they began their walk towards the highway that they would stage their ambush on.
After a couple hours of walking and none of them making a sound they reached the large roadway and David moved them to a large tree line next to the road on a large hill. "James what vehicles were in the patrol?" David asked as he began counting his magazines, '14 full mags' he said to himself. "A couple URALs with dishkahs on em and a BTR- 80." James said. "The new scary ones?" David asked with a surprised look on his face. James nodded. "Fuck's sake..." David said as he crouch walked over to where Fred had set up on some rocks. "Fred we got two URALs with dishkahs and a BTR- 80, I hope you are ready for this shit." David said as he waited for Fred to confirm. "A- firm" Fred said and that was all David needed, he knew they could handle themselves.
He crouch walked over to where two trees were very close to each other and where large boulders were covering both sides of the trees. This is where he would prepare his ambush. He took the AT4 out of the duffel bag and sat it up on one of the rocks. He then loaded a bullet into the chamber of his rifle with a slide of the mechanism. Now all they had to do was wait.
Right when the sun was coming up he could hear the vehicles coming down the road and slowly grabbed the rocket launcher. He quickly pushed the arming mechanism back and it was ready to fire. He looked behind himself to make sure nothing was in the way of the back blast or it could harm him. Everything was clear and he had a perfect line of sight on the road and the small 3 vehicle convoy coming down the road.
David took a very long breath and a very long exhale. When the BTR was in his firing arch he pressed the button and he saw the rocket fly and hit the side of the BTR making it explode instantly as he must of hit the ammo or fuel tanks.
After that he saw the other two vehicles stop behind it and the gunners began looking around frantically. Then David heard two loud pops and both of the gunners were dead. As he saw the passengers and drivers try to get out he heard the 200 rpm of the M249 going off and all of them were being cut down. David quickly got his AR from his side and began to shoot 1 bullet at a time at the Russians disembarking from the URALs.
He landed a shot on one of them and saw as the blood flew from his stomach and he fell to the ground. David did not feel anything shooting people anymore. Especially after he had been fighting this guerrilla war for months now and had killed 50+ Russians.
After the gunfire had ceased he started to move slowly and with his gun still up down the hill towards the ruined vehicles. He could see the blood all over the place, but he didn't mind it. Soon he made it to the vehicles and he was met with Fred and James' footsteps coming from behind him.
"Man we fucked them up good boys, nice shooting David." Fred said as he quickly began getting grenades from the bodies. "James put the charges in the trucks." David said and like clockwork James got charges from his small tactical backpack and began setting them on the side of the trucks. After all the guns were taken and the bodies were quickly buried they ran away from the trucks back to their hill.
They quickly packed their gear and began marching back up the hill to their camp, which they would promptly have to move after this attack so they would not be found. It was routine at this point for them. "Click it" David said as they began walking away. James nodded and clicked the detonator and the trucks went up in flames.
David looked behind himself and nodded in satisfaction as he saw the blazing vehicles. "Remember boys, we are fighting the good fight." David said. "Damn right we are." James spoke up.
This is the first chapter to my new story. It is short because it is the prologue and there is more to come, the next chapters will be much longer and contain for stuff, so bare with me here.
