I do not own Gundam. I just own this particular version of it.
Gundam:
The dark era:
Chapter 13:
Last tango in Paris:
Fex had his hands tied. There was nothing he could do.
"BASTARD!" Rapter cried as he slammed his metal knuckles into Fex's face. Blood went flying everywhere. Fex recovered from the blow just in time for Rapter to throw another right hook. Rapter didn't wait for Fex to recover from that and he threw a left hook. It's impact made Fex staggered backwards like a drunk.
"RAPTER!" The Doc. called. He had been watching from the hall. "DON'T YOU DARE KILL 'IM, MATE! IS THAT WHAT YOU'VE BEEN PLANNING TO DO?"
"Actually... I don't know what I'm going to do with him... Howie, what do you think we should do with him?"
Howie was standing in the doorway. "Spare him. He might do you a favor one day, even though his is a Rebel spy."
Rapter grunted. "Hmpf. I don't like that idea. I think I'll just kill him." He threw an uppercut into Fex's stomach. It made a crunching sound. Fex's chest had been cut open by Rapter's metal knuckles. They could see in bloody detail his broken rib bones. Fex bent over, reeling from the hit. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?" Rapter made a fist and brought it down on Fex's back, knocking him down on the floor, where he vomited blood.
"GET UP!" Taylor yelled. "GET UP ON YOUR FUCKING FEET!" Taylor kicked Fex in the chest and then the balls. "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Howie and Doc. had seen enough. They both left.
Fex staggered up. Rapter grabbed him by the armpits and head butted him. Fex's nose broke. Rapter walked around him and swung his arm's.
"Taylor... I don't think he's gonna last much longer... Do you think he can even speak anymore?... If you can, say something, Fex..."
Fex was barely conscious. His right eye had been partially smashed into it's socket. His mouth was gaping open, blood ran from it. But Fex felt that he had to say something.
"Ass fuck..."
Rapter motioned to Taylor. Then he looked at Fex and walked right up to him. "Say that again, please?"
Fex was swaying from side to side. "I said you're an ass..."
Taylor pulled a plastic bag down over Fex's head and brought it backwards towards him. Fex inhaled and the plastic sucked into his mouth so he couldn't breath. Rapter punched Fex's nose and blood splattered all inside the bag. Taylor let the bag go and punched Fex in the back of the head.
Fex fell over and went unconscious.
Rapter inspected him. "He's not dead, is he?"
Taylor shook his head. "I don't think so. He may be close to it, but he's not dead."
Rapter went to the window. It was getting lighter. It was overcast, but they could that if it hadn't been, the sun would be coming up. The day was about to begin...
Something perked Rapter's ears. "Hey, Taylor..." He asked. "Did you hear that?"
"...No. What is it?"
"I don't know. It was faint, but I can swear I heard something. It sounded like..." He heard the sound again. "AH-HA! THERE IT WAS! I HEARD IT, DIDN'T YOU?"
"I think I heard something..."
Tom came into the room. He initially hesitated due to the fact that Fex was laying unconscious on the floor chained to the ceiling. But he got past that and came in.
Rapter noticed him. "TOM! HAVE YOU HEARD WHAT I'VE BEEN HEARING?"
"I think so. That's why I came up here..."
"What does it sound like to you?"
"Do you want my honest opinion? Do you want me to just lay it flat?"
"Yes... Unfortunately, I think we're on the same page here, and I hope we're not right..."
"Do you want me to baby you then? Tell you the convenient truth?"
"Well, yeah, go ahead."
"It sounds like tank treads..."
"Nice." Rapter buried his face in his hand. He was too tired for this. "Now... Tell me what you really think it is..."
"...It sounds like a whole tank group..."
Rapter sighed. "Fantastic. Any other happy news?"
"Remember what they told you at basic? Tanks usually don't go in alone. It's probable that we have infantry incoming as well..."
"Great."
"It sounds like there's some other vehicle types in there as well... C.A.T.E.R.P.I.L.L.E.R.s... troop transports..."
"Son of a bitch... It has finally come... the enemy has finally come... Tom, get your men ready for battle... It's time..."
Tom ran out the door. "WAY AHEAD OF 'YA!"
Rapter looked over to Taylor. "Get our guys ready..."
"YES, SIR!" He saluted and followed Tom's path out the door.
Fex was regaining some consciousness. He could make out shapes hurrying around outside. Something was happening...
Rapter knelt down in front of him.
"Battle... battle breeds chaos... chaos breeds confusion... confusion breeds sickness... sickness is the precursor to death. Everyone dies sometime. Sickness is essential. Without sickness, we know not whether we are alive or dead. Mankind was created for battle..." Rapter grabbed Fex by his hair. "We were meant to fight and kill each other..."
Taylor came running into the door, brandishing his mini gun. "RAPTER!"
"What is it?"
"Should we get the Blood-Curler's help?"
"Yes! Send Howie to get them!"
"Yes, sir!" Taylor looked down at Fex. "What about him?"
Rapter just stared at Taylor disapprovingly. Rapter headed towards the door. Taylor stepped aside to let him out.
"I will not lose this battle, Taylor..."
Tom was watching his men get ready. It had been a while since he had heard these sounds. Magazines being slapped in. Machine gun belts jingling. Guns being cocked. He himself had to get ready. He picked a submachine gun up out of weapons box. He took a magazine and placed it in the housing, then cocked the gun. Some people liked that feeling. Tom didn't. His men had names. And he was sure that it was the exact same thing for the Rebels. Tom had no problem shooting nobodies. But the problem was...
...There was no such thing...
He had something he needed to say to the men. He had been holding off.
"Hey, guys..." He started. The men gave him their attention. "First off, the most important thing here is not to win this battle. The thing I want you to remember is that... you are all human beings. The thing that is most important is that you stay alive. To figure this into the battle strategy, shoot from cover. And don't forget that they're human, too. If you capture them..." He looked at their face's. They knew the drill. Tom nodded.
"That's all..."
Rapter and Taylor made it downstairs.
"GUYS!" Rapter shouted, directed for Howie, Chris, Lee, and Doc. "ON ME!"
Rapter and Taylor knelt down in a corner. The others knelt down around them.
"Battle plan." Rapter pointed at Howie. "You. Sneak around the southeast corner of the city and then head north without anyone seeing you. Then proceed into the Underground and make contact with the Blood-Curler unit. Ask for their help. Tell them they will get their pay when our forces come for us."
Howie tilted his head and sighed. "Blood-Curlers... sir?"
"I know. I don't like it either, but we might need it. GO! HURRY!"
Howie didn't like it, but he did as Rapter said.
Rapter continued. "Chris, Lee, do you guys remember passing a shack full of wine on the way here? It's on the side of a park."
They both nodded.
"Okay, I want you two to go there right now. When the enemy passes through the center of the park, open fire on them. They should have very little or no cover to take. Got it?"
"Yes, sir!" They both answered at the same time.
"Okay, now go." Chris and Lee pulled out.
"What 'bout me?" Doc. asked.
"You, Taylor, and me are staying with the rest of the men." Rapter answered. "We'll ask Tom what he's planning to do. He's got the plan. Let's ask him..."
Meanwhile...
Howie was already in the Underground. He had ran there. Judging from the sounds he had heard outside, the enemy force was getting close...
The Underground was a mess. That concert from the previous night was obviously a monster. It almost seemed as if the Underground was now deserted.
But there were still people there. The first one he saw was a girl dragging a body bag out of an alleyway. When she turned the corner to drag it down the street, she gave Howie a nasty look. He had no idea why. Perhaps she knew he was a rapist...
Howie rounded the corner. The first thing he saw was a naked woman broken backwards over a spike...
Yep. He was definitely at the Blood-Curler's hideout...
Howie saw the commanding officer come out of the hut. He had noticed Howie.
"What do you want?" He asked. There was an air of indignance in his voice. Howie noticed something swinging back and forth next to his head. It was the head of some other poor guy. It was mounted on a large hook which was, in turn, connected to the ceiling by chain. The face's mouth was agape, horrified. Howie couldn't focus on it.
"We need your assistance. The Rebels are coming and there's going to be a battle."
Other Blood-Curlers had come out of the hut and they were standing behind their commander, watching Howie. The commander waited before saying. "What can you pay us?"
"Nothing."
The commander frowned. "Nothing?"
Howie realized he had said the wrong thing. He kept his cool. "Nothing right now. When our forces come for us, we can pay you."
"And how much then?"
"I don't know. I'm sure that our commanders' will pay you generously."
"And how can you be sure?"
"I already told you. I can't."
The commander folded his arm's. "Please leave."
In stubborn defiance, Howie crossed his arm's. "I'm sorry. I'm can't leave until I get something. Those are my orders." He lied.
The commander seemed like he was backed into a corner. "We may be here for some time, dealing."
"Well, then, I'll be here for as long as it takes." Howie said.
Meanwhile...
The men were taking up positions at the edge of the park. It had started to rain. The heavy boots that the men had on made thick splashes in the puddles when they changed positions. A soldier dived behind the sandbags they had set up. He gave Tom a report.
"The men have taken positions down each street as ordered, sir!"
"Good! Now the enemy won't be able to flank around without us knowing!" Tom saluted the soldier. "Join the ranks!"
"Yes, sir!" He left and joined the rest of the riflemen.
"Rapter..." Taylor asked. "What should I do?"
"You?" Rapter looked around, decided the best spot for Taylor. Then he pointed at one the building behind their position. "Hang in the rear and watch. Cover us if we have to fall back. Understood?"
"Yes, sir! I understand!" Taylor ran back into the building. He poked his head over the bottom of the window to watch.
"Tom!" Rapter said. "Shouldn't we have a sniper up in the bell tower?" He flicked his thumb in the bell tower's general direction.
Tom shook his head. "The Rebels already control that portion of the city..."
Someone turned on a loudspeaker in the bell tower. First, a voice came on...
"Members of the Governmental forces..." It said. "...Please throw down your weapons' and surrender. We are going to take this city. Resistance will be put down with lethal force. It is favorable to surrender..." He got off the loudspeaker.
Rapter stood up. "EVERYBODY!" He announced. "DON'T LISTEN TO THEM! IF YOU SURRENDER, THEY ARE GOING TO KILL YOU ANYWAY! AND IF I SEE ANY ONE OF YOU RUN, I WILL SHOOT YOU MYSELF!"
Tom looked up at Rapter. "NO! DAMMIT, RAPTER! NO!"
Rapter took out his Desert Eagle and continued. "IF YOU STILL WANT TO GO, GO NOW!"
Beyond the droning of the incoming vehicles, it was deadly silent. The soldiers had scared looks on their faces', all of them...
Rapter heard rustling. He whipped around. One had tried to run...
"THERE WE GO!" Rapter yelled as he raised his gun.
"NOOOOO!"
Rapter fired...
All the soldiers watched. The kid had hit full stride when the bullet struck him in the side of the head. The sheer velocity of the bullet made his body turn right somewhat, making him fall at an angle. His body hit the ground with a disgusting the sound, the kind of sound made by a dead body falling to earth. Rapter's bullet had taken the poor boy's head off. The blood pouring out of the stump ran down the street...
The first blood they had shed that day was their own...
Silence fell over the rest of the men. Distant thunder sounded. The unrelenting rain made it all the more miserable...
The Rebels put something else on. It was music... Classical music... It was almost a celebration of what Rapter had just done...
The vehicle droning suddenly stopped. They heard Rebel troops shouting.
"ALRIGHT, GUYS! THIS IS IT!" Rapter shouted. He backed down behind the sandbags again. Rapter then shouted out to the Rebels. "COME AND GET IT! WE'VE GOT ENOUGH BULLETS TO KILL ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!"
The Rebels came running out of cover across the street towards the park. The moment they exposed themselves, they came under fire. The riflemen were firing at them continually. The air was filled with the sounds of gunfire. No matter how loud it got, the music always seemed to be playing louder...
The first wave of soldiers was cut down before they even got to the edge of the park. They laid in the street in puddles of their own blood. The Rebels didn't send any more troops for a while. Tom's men hadn't taken any casualties. But he had noticed something...
"Where are Tina and Firenze?"
Meanwhile...
The flowing red stream... Churning slowly... The bubble burst...
Fex reached for his gun. His body was weak. He ached. He didn't know if he could stand up. He grabbed the butt of his pistol and dragged it out of the holster. His movements were achingly slow. He nudged the barrel up against his ear...
Wait. Why was he able to do this? Last he knew, his hand's had been bound. Did someone free him? Fex pushed himself up. Every second he put pressure on his arm's and leg's, it felt as though they would snap. Two pairs of arms helped him up. After being stood up, Fex faced Tina and Firenze. They had their weapons slung over their shoulders.
"Are you okay? Can you walk?" Tina asked. Almost as an answer, Fex stumbled over. Tina caught him as he fell, but her shoulder went into his stomach, causing him to throw up blood mixed with last nights diner all over her back. She patted his shoulder. "It's OK, big guy. Don't worry about it."
"What's going on?" Fex asked weakly. "Where is everybody?"
"The Rebels have attacked the city." Firenze explained. "Everybody else went to fight them."
Fex was perplexed. He didn't hear any shooting. All he heard was classical music. But he believed them.
"Get me to my mobile suit." He said. "I'll be able to hold off any force single-handedly if I can just get to it... So take me there..."
Fex put his arm's around Tina and Firenze and they began carry him to his suit...
They had a long way to go...
Meanwhile...
Howie was standing motionless, silent. So was the Blood-Curler commander. Neither had budged on the deal, and negotiations were going nowhere fast. They were waiting for the other one to make a move. They were in a stalemate...
The commander was perhaps looking for a compromise. "I am very adamant against giving you troop support. How about some other kind of support?"
One obvious thing came to Howie's mind. "Weapons and ammo?"
Judging from the commander's face. He wasn't going to get it. "I can't leave until I get something." Howie reminded him.
The commander kind of smirked. "You know, I like you. You don't bitch like most army grunts..."
Howie also smirked. "They never trained me how to bitch..."
The commander laughed. "No, I guess they wouldn't. Like I said, I like you. If you were like the rest of the grunts, I would probably have to kill you." He motioned to men. They went into the dark corner across the street. "So, because of this fact, I actually do feel obliged to give you something..."
The Blood-Curlers were all working to push something out of the corner. When it came into the light, the commander turned to Howie and asked. "Do you like it?"
Visually, Howie didn't look any different, but inside, the kid in him was about to explode...
Meanwhile...
"HEADS UP! INCOMING!" Rapter called. The Rebels were trying to cross the road again. Automatic rifle fire almost immediately greeted them. This time there were more of them...
"DRIVE THEM BACK!" Tom shouted. Right after that, the Rebels turned back around. They scurried back for cover. This made Tom confused. "I didn't know it would be that easy..."
Then he saw why they had done that...
They were driving troop trucks out in front of the troops for protection. This was smart. This way, they could get the troops all the way up to the sandbags and have them attack from there. That way they wouldn't have to worry about range. A few well placed shots and they wouldn't have anymore problems...
But Tom and Rapter had thought beforehand...
"RAPTER!" Tom shouted. "SET ONE OFF!"
"RIGHT!" Rapter pulled a switch device out of his pack. He flipped one of the switched in the middle of the device.
Something exploded near the middle of the park. It was one of the explosives that Rapter and Tom had set. The vehicle drivers saw this and realized that they were not going to be able to drive right up to the sandbags. It parked parallel to the wine shack...
"CHRIS!" Lee shouted to his brother. "THEY'RE HERE! HIT IT!"
Chris pulled a rope opening the large blinds for the front of the shack. The soldiers outside looked surprised. They had nowhere to hide now...
Chris and Lee opened fire on them...
There was a small jeep seen driving around on the Rebel's side of the park. Tom's men took a few potshots at it but to no affect. It got down a separate street before they could make any solid hits...
Rapter began to worry about Chris and Lee. They would run out of ammo sooner or later, and when they did, they would be at the enemies feet. Their fate would be entirely up to the Rebels. If they were to fall into their hands...
"Let them die..." Rapter mumbled to himself...
Meanwhile...
It was the edge of the city. The last group of soldiers in the Rebel force were waiting behind the corner of a building. Around the corner was the main street to the park...
These soldiers heard something abnormal, coming their direction fast. It sounded like...
...A muscle car came barreling around the corner several streets down. The driver was blaring rock music from his radio. And the driver was Howie...
The soldiers walked into the street in front of the car.
"What the fuck is this guy thinking?" One of the soldiers commented, switching the safety off on his assault rifle. The soldiers bunched up in the middle of the road and aimed straight at Howie...
...Then Howie accelerated to top speed...
When he reached the intersection, he turned the wheel and applied the brakes. As his tire's screeched, the back end of the car bowled over the brunt of the group in the intersection.
"What the fuck?" The last remaining soldier exclaimed. He was just standing, looking dumb.
Howie stretched his leg across the passenger seat and kicked the door open. The door, in turn, struck the guy in the balls. He grabbed them on pain. The impact closed the door again. Howie accelerated again.
He turned the corner down main street. It alarmed him to see several troop carrying trucks blocking the street in front of him. The troops noticed him and started firing on him. Howie instinctively veered right towards a large open space between four buildings. Drifting right put rear bumper of the car between the troops and Howie, shielding him.
Howie was going to have to make his way around the building on the right side of main street. This way, he would come out in front of the trucks.
Howie veered left again so he would be in position to drive into main street again. But then, out of nowhere, the engine died. His car was brought to a halt by a pile of debris.
"Dammit, START!" He tried vainly to start the car, but a few revs was all he ever got. He hit the steering wheel violently. Then he stopped and vegetated for a second. It was then he heard an odd sound. He looked over the pile of rubble...
There was a tank coming his way...
Now he had to start the car. He slammed down on the pedal hard. He didn't get anything. He looked over the rubble again. The tank was still coming, only now it was coming full throttle. Howie came down on the pedal full force.
"DRIVE, GOD DAMMIT!"
...The car started.
He put the car on full throttle. He looked back. The tank crashed down right behind him. He had started the car just in time.
Suddenly, the car was jolted to a complete stop. Howie looked. He had run into the wall. He put the car into reverse. He heard mechanical noises behind him. The tank was turning it's cannon towards him. Howie put the car into drive. This was going to be close.
Howie slammed the pedal and shot back onto main street.
"KA-BOOM!"
The cannon blew away a portion of the building behind him. Debris hit the ground behind the car. Howie turned another corner out of danger.
Meanwhile...
Firenze was helping Fex stand erect while Tina was a few yards up, scanning the path up ahead through the scope of her rifle. She got to the park. There were enemies entrenched there. She trotted back over to the other two.
"We've got tangos in the park." She informed them.
"How many?" Firenze asked.
"More than a couple. Fex, do you think you can handle this?"
Fex coughed up blood. "Fuck, no."
Tina looked around, thinking about something to do. When she couldn't find anywhere to hide Fex while they fought the Rebels, she came up with an idea.
"Listen, there are bushes all around the perimeter of the park. Hide in the bushes and sneak out of the city during the shooting. Understood?"
"Are you sure? You could die." Fex asked this even though he really didn't care about their lives'. He was just worried about his own.
...He was mad...
"Yes. Let's go." Tina and Firenze carried him to the edge of the park. They laid him down in the bushes.
"Alright, get out of here, man!" Firenze said before he ran into the park with Tina, weapons at the ready.
"Alright, go, guys. Go get 'em." Fex said to Tina and Firenze, but he was really just talking to himself. "I think I'm just going to rest here for a second..." He rolled over on his back and passed out.
Firenze and Tina took cover behind rubble. Tina peeked around at the enemy troops. Then she ducked back behind cover to formulate a strategy with Firenze.
"Okay, here's the situation. We've got maybe 10 guys at the other end of the park with assault rifles, machine guns, and grenade launchers. We're going to leapfrog to their position, you going first. I'll cover you to the first safe position. Then you cover me when I catch up with you. Advance and keep the pressure on, wait until we get close enough, then use grenades. Got it?"
Firenze nodded. "Yeah. I got it."
Tina switched off the safety on her sniper rifle. "Count of three... Okay... One... Two..." Tina raised the rifle to her shoulder and stood up. "GO!"
Firenze ran off. Heavy fire came their way immediately. Tina acquired the general area where the enemy was and quickly fired a salvo of three shots. Then she ducked back down behind the rubble. She thought she may have hit someone because she saw blood spray in between the shots.
Firenze had reached the next cover point. He whistled for Tina to come to him. Then he stuck his machine gun around the corner and fired a two second burst. That was all the enemy fire would allow. Tina made it safe enough, though.
"Alright, that was good. Let's keep it up. The next cover point is farther away. Use more ammo covering. Ready to go?"
Firenze nodded.
"Alright. GO!"
Firenze ran to the next cover spot. Tina jumped out to cover him. She wasn't satisfied about this so she fired off the rest of the bullets in the current magazine. She got behind cover again quickly to reload.
It seemed like Firenze had been running forever. The enemy fire seemed to get closer every round. It made every step seem longer. This scared him...
...And then it hit him. So hot that it was cold... A bullet to the knee. He stumbled slightly do to the pain. He stooped over slightly to grab his knee with his left hand. With his right he leveled machine gun at the enemy and fired like crazy...
Tina heard this and assumed that he had already made it to the next cover point. Then she looked and she couldn't see and anything but dirt. One of the Rebels had used their grenade launcher. Then she saw something fall to the ground. Something humanlike...
She tossed her rifle aside and drew her handgun. She started running towards Firenze while firing wildly in the air.
"DON'T FIRE!" She screamed. "DON'T FIRE!"
The enemy stopped firing.
Tina tossed the pistol aside. Then she flung herself down next to Firenze's side...
Wrong. It wasn't Firenze. It was Firenze minus a leg...
"OH, GOD!" She cried. "OH, GOD!"
Firenze opened his eye's and smiled. Blood ran down from the corner of his lip's. Then he began to speak weakly.
"Hey... Wanna' hear a joke?..."
Tina began stroking his hair. "God, Firenze, please don't talk..."
He went on talking.
"Leggo' my leg, oh..."
"Please, shut up, God..."
"I know... Not that funny..."
"Firenze... I've tell you something..." Tina was crying. "I'm... I'm..."
She didn't have to finish. Firenze understood. "I see..." He put his hand on her stomach. "I see..."
Tina took his head and cradled it.
...Here he uttered his final words...
"Run... Get out of here..."
And here, Firenze died...
Tina cradled him even after that. The enemy was watching this whole thing, but she didn't give a damn...
She heard a car motor closing in and then come to a halt. A door opened and then closed. Tina heard footsteps. They were coming her way. Then they stop. She felt a presence behind her.
"Go ahead..." She said. "Kill me... I don't care..."
"Very well..." Answered the male voice behind her. "If it makes you feel any better... Know this... You're not going to hell..."
And then one last shot ended it all...
Meanwhile...
Fex was staring up at the overcast sky as the rain trickled slowly down on him. He felt weak. But he needed to stop procrastinating and get out of there.
He couldn't hear Tina and Firenze shooting anymore. They were probably dead...
He had no more diversions. He rolled over on his stomach and started crawling towards his destination...
He put his in front of him and pulled himself forward. The rocks rubbing on his chest didn't help. They made his trip even more painful. The rocks bruised and cut his chest. He pulled himself forward once and collapsed. He didn't give a fuck if he died. It couldn't be any more painful than what he was going through now. The only people that cared were the people who cared about the outcome of the battle. And Fex sure as hell didn't...
He heard a car coming. It was coming from the direction Tina and Firenze had last been. It was coming his way...
A jeep burst out from the bushes. The jeep ran over Fex's right hand, driving it into the ground. Fex wanted to scream in pain. But he didn't. As the jeep rolled away, Fex examined his hand. Rocks had lodged themselves in it and blood was pouring out. He was really screwed now...
He heard another car coming from the direction the jeep was going. Or maybe it was the same one...
This car skidded to a stop right next to Fex. It did not run over him.
"Hey! Fex! Is that you?" The person that the voice belonged to jumped out of the car and picked Fex up. It was Howie. He carried Fex to the passenger side and pushed him in. Then he walked over to the driver side.
"The Rebels have tanks moving in. We only brought four rockets for the launcher, so we need to get to the suits. They can probably only handle one tank." Howie jumped over the door into the seat.
"I realized that..." Fex retorted grumpily. "I don't give a fuck..."
Howie turned the key. "Doesn't matter..." He started the car. "You're coming..." He accelerated forward.
Meanwhile...
Lee ejected an empty magazine out of his machine pistol. Then he jacked his last one in.
"CHRIS! ALMOST OUT OF AMMO!" Lee popped out from cover and fired a few short bursts at two charging Rebels. He dropped both of them.
A Rebel stepped out from behind a table with his assault rifle. He wrapped the sling around his left arm and raised the rifle to his shoulder. Chris swung his shotgun out from cover and fired, taking that guy out. The slug bursted out of his back and expelled blood onto the table behind him. Chris ejected the shell. It was his last.
"BRO! I'M OUT!"
Lee fired a long burst at a Rebel diving for cover. He hit him, but he hadn't taken him out. After the burst ended, he heard a click. The slide was open. He was out of ammo...
"That's it, little bro..." Lee dropped the gun and put his hand's up. Chris reluctantly did the same. "We're out of ammo. We did all we could..."
The Rebels came in, weapons drawn, keeping Chris and Lee at bay...
Meanwhile...
The Rebels started moving in on the protected position again...
Meanwhile...
Garry looked through the scope of his sniper rifle. The enemy was turning the corner, about 85 yards in front of them. He cocked the rifle.
"Get ready." He told his machine gunner. But what he heard wasn't a gun cock, it was snoring. His gunner was sleeping. His gun wasn't even loaded. Garry calmly woke him up. "Wake up. The enemy is coming."
"Alright." The gunner got up. "You shoot while I load."
At this point, there were three Rebels about 75 yards away. No big hurry. Garry carefully adjusted the scope on his rifle for 70 yards. Then he lifted his rifle and aimed squarely between the eyes of the point man. He squeezed the trigger slowly.
"BOOM!"
The Rebel's head vaporized. That got the others attention. They started a run towards them in a zig-zag motion.
Garry's gunner still wasn't ready.
"Can't you shoot faster?" The gunner asked.
"Patience is virtue..." Garry countered. In fact, he lowered his rifle. They only needed to make one mistake...
And make a mistake they did. One of the two soldiers stopped to take a rest, but when he did, he didn't make sure he was completely behind cover...
"BOOM!"
Garry's shot hit the guy in the right shoulder, separating his arm from his body.
The gunner cocked his machine gun. "Ready to fire!"
"BOOM!"
Garry felt brains explode all over him. The last Rebel had gotten within 25 yards of them and fired a clear shot at the gunner's head. Garry ditched his sniper rifle and picked up the machine gun. He leveled it down towards the Rebel and riddled him full of bullets. Garry then went down the street to check on the who's arm he had severed.
He found him holding the stump with his left hand. The guy noticed Garry just as he lifted the gun and fired.
Garry now had the street to himself...
Or did he...
Garry felt he was being watched. He turned around to go back to the over watch position...
Someone wielding a flamethrower had got between him and the over watch position.
Garry raised his gun...
Flames shot from the flamethrower...
Meanwhile...
Tom was crouched behind the sandbag reloading his submachine gun when he heard a terrible scream. Though he had never heard one out of him before, he knew it was Garry's scream. It was then that Tom came to a terrible realization.
"We're going to lose this city..."
Meanwhile...
Howie packed the car just outside of the underground bunker. Howie and Fex jumped out and ran for the bunker.
"HURRY, FEX! THE REBELS ARE PROBABLY OVERRUNNING OUR FRONT LINES RIGHT NOW!"
Meanwhile...
They were.
"RETREAT!" Tom cried. "RETREAT!"
Tom's men took off.
"HEY, TAYLOR!" Rapter ordered. "TAKE THESE MOTHER FUCKERS!"
"No problem..." Taylor responded calmly. He stepped out from cover and pointed his large mini gun at the charging Rebels. "Good bye..."
He pulled the trigger and unleashed a hailstorm of bullets on the Rebels. So many bullets were coming at them that some of the began to retreat. Many of them got hit immediately. One of them got hit so many times in the stomach that he got ripped in half.
Taylor ran his gun dry. 750 rounds in less than a minute...
"Fun..."
Taylor turned around and calmly followed the others.
The others were running. They wanted to hole up in their building quickly. They could probably hold out for a while. Until the tanks came...
The Rebels were catching up with them. They started shooting and several of Tom's men dropped. Some of them turned around and fired back. The Rebels took cover.
Tom's men could hear the tanks coming in.
It was over now...
The earth shuddered. The Rebel ground troops were knocked off their feet.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" One of the soldiers shouted.
Then they noticed an enormous shadow cover them. They looked up. Two mobile suit had entered the city.
"YES!" Rapter shouted.
"RETREAT!" Cried the Rebel commander.
Fex started up his mobile suit's Gatling gun and chewed up the enemy tanks...
The enemy started a full retreat...
They had actually won...
Rapter got on the radio.
"HOWIE! YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! YOU DID IT! I'M GOING TO PUT YOU IN FOR A PROMOTION!" Then he looked over Fex's mobile suit. "What's he doing in there?..."
"I found him outside of your building. What he was doing out there I don't know. You want me to ask him?"
"Yes, please."
Howie switched his frequency to Fex's suit. "Hey, Fex..."
He didn't answer.
"Yo, Fex? FEX?"
First off, what do you think happened to Fex? Did he pass out from losing too much blood? Or did something else happen? What's going to happen now that the battle is over? Please review.