Where was I? Oh, yeah, that's right, Colombia. Well, the guy was from the
rebel army. Basically, I'd just been hired for one job. A raid. I'll keep
it short and simple.
I returned him to his base, and was waiting for two days. Then we went into the operation. It was pretty basic, just a supply run, hitting the small Army outpost.
I'd retrieved my blessed rifle, my wonderful Sig SG-552 Commando from my hotel room, and was now just waiting for the go.
Luckily, it didn't take too long. The next day, a small group in their rag- tag uniforms turned up. They loaded themselves into two pick-up trucks, and waited. Two of the officers of the army walked out of the HQ, One got straight into the trucks, but the other came and picked me up, gesturing for me to get into the other truck.
We roared out of the compound. I swear to God, that is one of the things I hate about most of my jobs. They're in countries where the drivers are all insane. We hurtled along the road, swerving dangerously, almost going on two wheels too many times to remember.
Soon, we stopped. Everyone jumped out of the trucks, and began to check their weapons, making sure the ammo was full and that they were in working order. Most of them were carrying Ak-47's, old weapons that were the easiest to buy in large quantities. A few carried AK74's, the updated version. The officers all had Ak-74SU's, the Special Forces version of the rifle.
The camp was still a little while away. Two of the soldiers were left behind, to bring the trucks up after they'd subdued the Army. We headed off, moving into the thick foliage that bordered the road.
It took us twenty minutes, and then we were in position over the small supply dump. Only some ten soldiers were hear, and most of them were currently outside, eating their food in the sun. There wasn't really a mess hall, it being only a small camp.
When the officers signaled it, I opened fire on the crowd as the others took off down the slope. I'd managed to kill four or five before they got into cover, returning fire at me with whatever weapon they had, mostly M4 rifles.
The rebels managed to catch the rest of them off-guard, and had quickly killed them all. Now we were just mopping up. The two trucks came up, and they loaded them. I was on over-watch during this, so I didn't help them. Hell, I wouldn't have helped them anyway.
It was a fairly simple job. The main reason I told you about it was the bit in the bar. Also, what happened afterwards.
Okay, I know it's short. But I'm writing my original fiction story more at the moment. This and the FF8 story were quickly churned out today. Like it said, this story was a bit of a linking chapter, more than actively involved in Counterstrike. Okay, later peoples.
I returned him to his base, and was waiting for two days. Then we went into the operation. It was pretty basic, just a supply run, hitting the small Army outpost.
I'd retrieved my blessed rifle, my wonderful Sig SG-552 Commando from my hotel room, and was now just waiting for the go.
Luckily, it didn't take too long. The next day, a small group in their rag- tag uniforms turned up. They loaded themselves into two pick-up trucks, and waited. Two of the officers of the army walked out of the HQ, One got straight into the trucks, but the other came and picked me up, gesturing for me to get into the other truck.
We roared out of the compound. I swear to God, that is one of the things I hate about most of my jobs. They're in countries where the drivers are all insane. We hurtled along the road, swerving dangerously, almost going on two wheels too many times to remember.
Soon, we stopped. Everyone jumped out of the trucks, and began to check their weapons, making sure the ammo was full and that they were in working order. Most of them were carrying Ak-47's, old weapons that were the easiest to buy in large quantities. A few carried AK74's, the updated version. The officers all had Ak-74SU's, the Special Forces version of the rifle.
The camp was still a little while away. Two of the soldiers were left behind, to bring the trucks up after they'd subdued the Army. We headed off, moving into the thick foliage that bordered the road.
It took us twenty minutes, and then we were in position over the small supply dump. Only some ten soldiers were hear, and most of them were currently outside, eating their food in the sun. There wasn't really a mess hall, it being only a small camp.
When the officers signaled it, I opened fire on the crowd as the others took off down the slope. I'd managed to kill four or five before they got into cover, returning fire at me with whatever weapon they had, mostly M4 rifles.
The rebels managed to catch the rest of them off-guard, and had quickly killed them all. Now we were just mopping up. The two trucks came up, and they loaded them. I was on over-watch during this, so I didn't help them. Hell, I wouldn't have helped them anyway.
It was a fairly simple job. The main reason I told you about it was the bit in the bar. Also, what happened afterwards.
Okay, I know it's short. But I'm writing my original fiction story more at the moment. This and the FF8 story were quickly churned out today. Like it said, this story was a bit of a linking chapter, more than actively involved in Counterstrike. Okay, later peoples.