Reason to Live II
Chapter 3: Partners
January 6th,
Warehouse no. 50,
1900 hrs
"Hey! Who goes there?" Little we know they arrive a little early…
"Scheiße! So much for being quite! OPEN FIRE EDWARD!!"
The gunfight rages on! Pistols, Assault Rifles, Shotguns, and Sub-machineguns; all of those were blasting the minute after we planted the last charge and the whole area turns into total chaos and frenzy! I roll forward towards a nearby crate as cover and draw two of my holstered Mauser C/96 pistols and return fire. Edward managed to take cover behind the last truck we plant a charge on and returns fire whenever he can with his Thompson. The sound is loud enough right now to attract nearby Carabinieri stationed in the area. Suppression fire from them is actually enough to hold me behind the crate before I finally notice the Weapon supplier's thought on escaping.
"Oi! Yankee! Kill that bastard in black suit! NOW!!" This isn't a favor; it's an order "I'll do what I can! Give me cover!"
"Suppression fire!!"
Everything is just like a videogame. That's how I view things in my view. Everything is like those first-person shooter games; only this time it's much more realistic, and each shot will kill you if you're not careful enough! There's no 'medkit' lying around in the middle of nowhere, and you can't carry multiple weapons all around. The bullets hurts, and you'll probably be pushed back or knocked back from the impact. The gun has different types of recoil, and some you can keep steady and some can't. But all in all, it's like a game…
…you got to kill something, and that something dies!
"AAARGGHH!"
"Ein!" grinning, I watch as one of the bodyguards fell dead after impact from my shot. Accurate as always "Zwei…"
Then there falls the next one beside him. As I count in German, I unleashed what I name 'Hell's gate' technique where I try multiple locking on multiple targets and fire all rounds from both of my pistol until it's dry to finish them off! One by one they fell dead to the ground as my number rises from drei to neun, where four shots were wasted on two different Padanias; two rounds on each. The rest receive equally amount of one bullet in the chest or in the head.
"NOW YANK!! FIRE YOUR GODDAMN THOMPSON!!"
The moment Edward pulls the trigger, they know that they're judgment day is here. The ripping fire from the M1A1 Thompson shred through the black tunic of the weapon supplier and anyone stupid enough to pop their heads up; in this case, three bodyguards of the weapon supplier. I have to admit, Edward's weapons handling is excellent; and this is one of the time where his ability is put to the test. Swinging his weapon left and right while firing almost non-stop, he knocks down man by man as they're about to return led with led. I on the other hand am more to medium and short ranged accuracy as well as fast-assault in close confined spaces or obstructed area of operation where cover is bountiful. In this case where cover is minimal, and when handguns only available, there's only one thing I can rely on: Accuracy.
Loading a new stripper clip of 9mms into both of my 'Broom Handles', I took a long deep breath and a short look to identify the one who'll become the pick of the day! And lucky me! It's the High Ranking Padania himself, armed with an RPD Degtarev. As Edward finishes reloading his Thompson and returns with more suppression fire, I break from my cover and aim my weapon at the target as fast as I could. The trigger is pulled, and the 9mm Parabellum flies from the barrel after releasing an empty cartridge. The bullet cruises through air in a circular motion before…boom! Hit on impact right on the back of the head! That counts as a headshot!
"Jesus Christ Frederick." Exclaim Edward after he notices my previous action "You're taking potshots in the middle of a firefight!?"
"Never have failed me! It's useful on long-range to medium range pricks who loves to take cover so much! Now cover me while I contact Hillshire that both target's are dead! Try to finish off the rest if you can!"
With a fast reaction, I click on the intercom and started speaking. The moment Hillshire spoke, everything seems to be just a click away to finish! "Hillshire, the targets are dead! I repeat they're kaput!"
"There's no time for celebration Frederick! Get out of there NOW! I don't care how many more Padanias you so enjoy 'saving' but get out of there NOW! Carabinieri forces were seen exiting their Barracks with an armored car moving through the road and is heading to the warehouse! And I don't know if you remember the C4 or not…"
"C4? Scheiße totally forgot about that! Frederick Out!" Immediately, I turn my attention towards Edward "YANK! Let's get out of here SCHNELL! C4's gonna' go boom any minute!"
(Edward's P.O.V)
And about time he says that! I thought he totally forgotten about the C4 we planted! He's a good leader, I'll give you that. But he tends to get himself carried away too often and eventually ignores almost everything around him once it came to guns and Padanias. After a change of magazine with a fresh round, I quickly turn to my left and lay down suppression fire as Frederick dashes through to the truck I'm at. Hell, he didn't even dash just like that! He does a little strafe whilst firing both of his weapons and again; I don't know either to say he's talented or lucky, but he nailed three other Padanias in the process!
Leaving to the total of 8 Padanias, we use the trucks as cover while we dodge bullets and lead fired towards us as we head towards the Warehouse's only exit. The group of Padanias noticed of our actions and quickly exchange cover to the other side and continuously (and desperately) tries to nail us. Frederick meanwhile reloads his Mausers as fast as he could the moment before we're out of cover. Taking a stripper clip, he places one in his mouth and grabs another to feed it in his first weapon, before taking the one he placed in his mouth and feeds it on the second; which is on his right hand. Both of the Mausers go 'click' with the empty stripper clips left abandoned on the ground. Frederick's quick reaction is a real talent he was given with. Rather than a normal 'dash-to-the-exit' method, he turns around and returns fire while running backwards before totally ignoring them and dash towards the exit. And I myself don't want to be outscored…
"YANK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
He notices my actions as I turn around and fire the Thompson in full auto from the hip without stopping. They're startled, but recovers quickly and fires back as I make a dash to this time, totally ignoring them. That didn't really do me good…
"AAAKH!!!" A bullet hits me right in the shoulder and sends me tumbling down...
...For once, I felt like a fool...
(Frederick's P.O.V)
Damn it he's really making things busy for me! I got no time for this bullshit about a man down or whatsoever! Not wasting anymore time (which is really down to minutes), I run back towards the fallen Edward whilst returning fire and grabs his Thompson on the way. Checking on him for a second, forcefully I pull him up and; nearly dragging him, forces him to run to Warehouse no. 49 as we saw lights; probably from approaching vehicles closing in on the warehouse and the entire ruckus.
He complies pretty well actually…
"GO! RUN YANK! RUN!! LET'S GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!"
That's all I have to say. Bullets whizzing past us as we scurry our way to the fence, knowing the Carabinieri has arrived in the scene; and is backing them up! Such a fouled up night! By the time we saw the fence (our only last obstacle for the day!); we knew our mission will be over. With a car parked outside, Hillshire on the driver's seat, Sylvia observing, and with Triela there waiting, I knew we would make it through.
"I've cut a hole! Crawl under hurry!" says Triela as she signals us to move faster, "Just a little more Frederick!"
"What about me?"
"…And the new operative whatever his name is! Just…hurry! Schneller…!"
With little grumbles coming from his mouth, I came first and slide through the hole and on to liberty! Edward soon crawls out and together, we board our ticket out as huge explosions and stunning fireworks were displayed in the background...
…kinda' reminds me of 'The Great Escape' movie I've watched…
"THAT is something that will definitely lands in the news!" stressing the 'definitely' part while pointing back, if you know what I mean, "The Carabinieri higher-ups will have a LOT of explaining to do about that abandoned warehouse!"
"So much for our first mission…" Correction Yank, your first mission "That is some action…"
"Yeah…lets just say that Tommy gun is your reward!"
"Which reminds me…" Edward examines his weapon and taps Sylvia (who's on the front seat) "I'll discard the M16A4 you gave me and use this instead."
"Suit yourself." ...is all she could say
The car drove on through the night as Yankee here doze off for some rest. During that time, I managed to talk and brag a little to Triela before she dozes off on my shoulder. After working with him, I figured that it wasn't so bad at all. He's very cooperative, and very sharp indeed. He has potential to be a proficient killer; like I am, so to speak. All there is left is to sharpen his skills a bit. Maybe I ought to teach him a few I've developed? That sounds good enough to me! Cuddling Triela a little closer, another thought crosses my mind: Will he ever learn about his father's death? If he ever learns, then I doubt that times like this won't last much longer; and I'll be dead when he finds out! More thoughts crossed my mind soon after whether it's him working as an excellent partner, or as a great individual threat. But before I'm able to answer them, I was sound asleep…
