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Gundam Wing: A New Threat
By: timaru2003 (Revised by HeeroYuy1995, a.k.a. Matt-chan)
Chapter 2
Preventer HQ - Brussels
"Finally," Mathew thought, "We get to see some action again." The whole team was assembled and armed, receiving a final briefing form Dr. J and the others. The team was decked out in desert camouflage, which to Matt that the area was probably a desert area.
"The area where you will most likely find your target is the in the vicinity of Bulldog Mesa, located a few miles from the town of Tucumcari, New Mexico." Dr. J explained. "His grandfather married the lady who owns the entire area, and he goes there to help out with the cattle and especially the coyote problem, so it reasons to believe he will be on the mesa taking potshots at those vermin."
"So, good luck and god speed," said Col. Une as the team disappeared in a flash of light.
Somewhere – Bulldog Mesa, NM
The night air was warm, just the way Tim like it. The moon was bright and shining, and the wind was as calm as a Zen garden. Which for Tim, meant that the coyotes didn't have a chance in hell of dodging the retribution he was about to deliver on them.
Calving season had started early this year, and already, three of the calves had already fell prey to Wile E. and his pack. Right now, the watering hole that his pack used was under his constant surveillance, and if any thing moved, it was going to eat a .50 caliber bullet in the head. The world was black and white to Tim, not just as he perceived the world at that moment, but in reality. The IR goggles and scope he had dug up and repaired were working wonders in this game of hunter and prey.
There he was! Tim was almost elated, and he felt like screaming. But his practiced hands were doing the talking for him. They had already chambered a round and were on the adjustment knobs of his scope. Then, without warning, the coyotes perked up and scattered in all directions.
"What the HELL!" Tim thought. "They normally don't speak that easily."
He began a search pattern with his scope only to be rewarded with the site of several armed and rough looking men converging on his position.
"Ah Fuck, a bunch of Greenpeace folks; just what I needed tonight," he thought angrily.
He would have continued on this train of thought except that the sound of a bullet hitting stone derailed it. Suddenly the night air was filled with the sound of automatic weapons fire, all aimed at him.
"Gotta Go, gotta go, gotta go!" Tim thought, even as more rounds began to track closer and closer to where he had been laying.
"Time for some good old escape and evasion tactics," he whispered as he began to work his way down the other side of the mesa.
A half mile from the Mesa…
Matt and the team appeared in the proverbial middle of nowhere. But instead of reflecting on the desolate scenery, they focused on the sound of gunfire.
"This is not good," exclaimed Matt, and the team began running towards the gunfire.
"But it is also good," pointed out Savanna. "It means that they haven't gotten him yet."
As they got closer to the mesa, the sound of a grenade going off assaulted their ears, and as if in reply to the challenge, the mighty roar of a .50 caliber rifle answered in return.
"This is not good at all," Matt mused as they arrived at the base of the mesa, and ran smack dab into a firefight for the record books.
A minute earlier…
"These guys can't be Greenpeace," Tim thought. "Too well armed and shooting to kill."
Crouched behind a rock outcropping that afforded at some protection, Tim took stock of the situation. He had a full clip for the .50, his knife and a Walther PPK that one of his uncles had given him for his birthday, which had a single clip as well.
"Damn, Left my ammo and radio back at the hide, but someone should hear the commotion," he continued thinking. "Help should be here soon… ah fuck, I forgot, everyone went to the lake so no one is home, crap!"
A sudden movement caught his eye, and to his horror one of his attackers had gotten around him and was about to throw a grenade right at his hiding place. Almost instantly, he brought the Barrett up and shot it from the hip, just as the terrorist began to throw the grenade. The effect of shooting such a large weapon from his hit had three effects: one, knocked him on his ass; two, dislocated his shoulder; and three, knocked the gun right out of his hands and straight into the face of another terrorist that was trying to knife him, knocking this terrorist off the side of the mesa and to his death. As for the grenadier, the round caught him in the shoulder, completely severing it and dropping the grenade at his feet, without the pin.
The resulting blast knocked Tim momentarily unconscious and when he awoke, found his right arm immobile and the shooting stopped. With his arm out of commission, and his rifle lost, he pulled the PPK out of its holster and began moving towards the ranch house, where he hoped he could find shelter, and maybe get help.
Woozy from his shoulder injury, he became to trek across the grass land until a bright flash caused him to turn away. A resounding explosion caused him to think of the worst case scenario for this incident and when he looked to the farmhouse; his worse fears had been confirmed.
The house was now nothing more than a smoking crater, nothing was left. Tim still continued running, hoping someone would come to help him.
And as if his wish had been magically granted, he ran right into his help, literally.
The explosion of the House had worried Matt and the team if Tim had somehow missed them and made it to the house only to be blow to kingdom-come. These fears were put aside as a running figure plowed right into Jason, who had been scouting ahead, knocking them both on their asses.
Matt saw this and ran to the downed figure, thinking it might be an enemy, but was relived when he recognized their target. Tim, who was confused and a little dazed, saw a figure with a weapon running towards him and instinct made him go for the Walther.
Matt saw Tim go for his gun and grabbed his arm.
"It's cool, we're on the same side," he shouted, which caused Tim's arm to go limp as he recognized a possible friendly.
The terrorist, who had numbered thirteen at the start of the assault, now numbered eleven, of which ten were still chasing Tim, came into view. Tired and their ammunition almost exhausted saw that their prey had found help, and with cries of abandon threw themselves at the heroes.
"Covering fire!" Yelled Matt as he, Jason and Tim ran to where the rest of the team had assembled.
Immediately a rain of fire from Savanna, Amy, Trel, and Nikita mowed the remaining pursuers down. When the dust had settled, Tim and Matt stood up and Tim took His hand in a firm handshake.
"So, you guys NSA, CIA or what?" Tim asked.
"None of the above," was Matt's reply. "We are the American Gundam Team."
"The American Gundam Team?" was Tim's reply to revelation. "Just what the hell is…" he tried to ask, but never did. At that moment, he spotted a red dot appear on Matt's shoulder and gave a small jerk.
Guessing what it was Tim took a quick step towards Matt pushing him down just as he felt a blow to his ribcage, and the sound of a distant rifle. Matt guessed from the sound that the rifle was a Dragunov SVD, a Russian sniper rifle.
The entire team looked in the direction from which the sound originated just in time to see the thirteenth terrorist disappear into a shining portal. Matt turned to Tim to thank him for the quick save, only to catch him just as his knees gave way to gravity and blood began to soak through his shirt.
"Trel, get over here!" Matt yelled as he slowly lowered Tim to the ground. Trel was there immediately and already with her med kit out.
"We have a gunshot to his ribcage, and judging by the sucking sound probably a damaged lung. We need to get him attention before he bleeds to death," Trel analyzed.
"Right, we need to get him to Preventers HQ as soon as possible," Matt said. "We're extracting now!"
From Tim's pain clouded mind, all he could make out of this conversation was the words lung and death, which to Tim, hoped would be soon. Suddenly his vision began to become brighter and Tim thought, "I wonder what the afterlife has to eat?"