Chapter 5: Death in the White House
"Death is only funny to those who have never experienced it"- Palpatine47
(Stupid quote and Stupid title, but please, gimme a break)
White House, Underground foyer #5, Washington, D.C
8/10/08 11:08
The chatter of gunfire rattled over the air and burned the glacial mood into extinction
"Cancel you're current mission. You've got to get to the President, now!" Lambert hurriedly yelled
Ranma had already begun to run, softly pattering through the empty rooms. On his way, he saw more of the same dead security men. There must've been about 5 others, each ripped into shreds. Whoever Ranma was dealing with, they were pros
"Geez, does the White House have no security?" Ranma asked
"Well, if you hadn't shut off the generators, this wouldn't have happened" Lambert retorted through Ranma's ear
Ranma decided not to argue
Ranma began to slow down. According to his PDA, he was about 20 feet from the oval office door. Then a soft clinking noise graced his ears. Instinct took over and he dived back just in time. The exact place he had just been had turned to sawdust.
"Lambert!" He yelled, "They've got S-35s!" (wait…Why'd he do that..It doesn't really help him…)
The Heckler and Koch S-35 was one of the most feared sub-machine guns in the world. Snub-nosed and compact, the gun was so small you could probably hide it up your ass. It was that small. But what it lost in size, it made up for size with its power. It was said that 15 shotgun blasts at close range would cause less damage than 5 shots by an S-35. All this ran through Ranma's head, but most prominently of all was:
Duck and run like hell!
Propelling himself to the meager safety of a shattered sofa, he narrowly avoided being entirely consumed by the volley of hot iron that ripped apart the opposite wall. He didn't have much time until those terrorists would smart up and fill his ass with lead! He quickly ran over what he had learned. S-35, S-35, what had they said about that? Ah yes, get close before they shot you.
"Fuck that" Ranma Growled, unclipping grenade from his belt. Tripping the switch, he waited 5 seconds and threw the white cylinder away from him. There was a rough shout:
"Flash bang!"
And then the sound was rent apart by a blinding flash of light and the scream of a banshee. Thankfully, he had blocked his ears with the earplugs he had received from Sam (Fisher). Quivering slightly (the flash bang was still loud), He quickly detached himself from the wall, running through the hallway. There were 3 of them, writhing on the floor
"I'm blind! I'm blind!" They yelled.
That was the last they said, thanks to the swift kicks that Ranma gave them.
Ranma was nearing the Oval office and he began slowly down until he was barely moving but a few inches at a time. There was no movement at all. Switching his mode to Night-Vision, he steadily made slow progress through the shattered hallways to the Oval Office. There!
The indentations that showed where the door to the oval office was. He moved there and slowly cracked it open. A meager beam of light flashed through. There were 4 men, 3 of them milling around, trying to look threatening. The 4th was the president. He looked meekish and terrified, his excuse for hair shivering noticeably, his collar drenched in sweat. Strange……the lights here were on, even if only slightly. The power cuts should have taken care of that. There was a slight chugging noise…..of course!
-Sudden shift to first-person view-
The terrorists had carried a portable generator all the way here! Man, those where some crafty bastards. The generator was going to be quite a problem. Opening the door a crack, I stuck the muzzle of my weapon through it, pointing it at one of the terrorists. When the masked menace slipped into one of the many pools of shadows that were all over the wall, a slight bang (or whatever the hell you write the sound that Fisher's gun makes…) sounded out, and there was a crash as the terrorist fell.
"Holy Shit! Pyotre (Okay…that's a bad name…but it's all I could think of…) Where are you!"
The terrorists (Damn..I'm really tired of repeating the word terrorist. It wears me out….)
Ran over to where the other ter…. Pyotre or whatever the hell it was. Before they could, there where 2 slight bangs and they too fell to the sweet ground (Strange description, but bear with me). I hurriedly kicked open the door
"You okay, Mr.president?" I said, with smartass overtones
"just…just fine" He said back, with a slight sigh, visibly shaken
'Ughhhhh" The threesome groaned in unisone
"Shut up already" I said, shooting them once more, just for added effect. Needles to say, they became pretty quiet
I touched my ear
"Lambert"
"Yeah?" Lambert shot back
"President secure"
There was a loud noise of cheering
"Great!!" Lambert boomed through the mike "We're sending in some reinforcements"
"wait…..couldn't you have done that before?" I asked
Lambert didn't answer back. In five minutes, a whole squad of armored armed (that's called alliteration skillz) troops came bursting in, setting up a defensive perimeter. In 3 minutes, it was all over
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Ah…..Finally finished it. I am sorry to say that I am going to see this fanfic to the very end. And sorry for the delay of about…..I don't know, six months? Anyway, here's hoping people will still read my FanFics
