CH. 5
"He's not Heavy. . ."
By Penmaster Cole
Guilty Pleasures, Grimm mused as he drove through Blaine County torward the cordnates that Paige put into his GPS, shouldn't all be considered a Guilt, for instance driving through the woods in his (now restored) Mesa, was very calming to his mind.
Those thoughts quickly came to a halt as he came to a stop of the crashed Turismo in the middle of the gorge. Pulling to a stop in the tree line and getting out, he looked around, before slowyly making his way down to the crash site "An armored race car" he muttered to himself, remembering someone "Only one man was crazy enough to use that on missions. ." quickly looking around he found tracks; racking his M4 and raising the optic to hace level he started moving slowly by the water.
Not far down he came across a body, one of many that he had killed, a Meryweather merc, though this one looked like he was used as a bullit sponge, with big holes. Looking around and finding shell casing from a M240B machine gun, that confirmed who had crashed. moving quickly he started heading where he found blood, hoping he wasn't to late.
Coming around and over a hill, Grimm almost got his head taken off by a spray of Machine gun fire, dropping to his belly and low crawling over behind a boulder he called out when the suppressive fire was over. "Colton you fucker, its me Grimm!" he yelled out as he poked his head out from behind the bolder, taking the fact his head didnt burst like a over ripe watermelon as a good sign he started to get up and moved around to find the site of one of the few people he considered a true friend.
Colton was a man standing about six foot two and weighed no more than about one eighty five, but dont let his appearance fool you, Grimm found out early on that the man before him was one of the most dangerous heavy gunners in the buisness, his tan complexion paled slightly from the blood loss and the mused hair that usually was in good order was a good indicater of what happends when you crash a race car.
"Well if it ain't my buddy Grimm" spoke the man with his machine gun propped on a rock aimed in his direction. "Thought you were one of those damn Mercs trying to finish me off" stopping to blink and take in a shaky breath he squinted at him and said "Thought they killed you off" he said. Chuckling at the mans behavior Grimm replied "Nah I wouldn't want to give you the satisfaction" then looking him over "how the hell did you wreck? you never wreck" he asked as he moved to the other man and pulled out a first aid kit "explain while I patch you up."
Coughing the other man began. "Word got around that Merriweather was hunting for the ones that pulled those heist on them and stole thier shit, namely us" he said as he looked off keeping vigil. "After hearing that you died" stoping to look at him and mumbling something about 'cant trust informants anymore' "I started to pack my shit and head back to the States, you know, get in my jet and fly into the sun set with the Mercs eating my dust, only when I was almost out of the city they started attacking me" pausing he laughed weakly "Them fuckers sent a damn Valkerie gun-ship after me. Anyways i get to right about where i crashed and the guy on the cannon manages to get a round off close to me and launches my car into the river, so i swim my happy ass to the shore as they blew up my car" stopping and gazing up he responded hurridly "I can hear it, its coming back."
Glancing up as he helped his friend to his feet, Grimm could now hear the whumping sound of a Helicopter. Slowly they started to move into the treeline and away from the river. not a minute sooner the Gun-ship from earlier came around a ridge, the men on the door guns swiveling around looking for a target. the Cannon on the undercarrige also swiveling around looking for targets. Stopping in middle of the dirt road by the water, Another helicopter came around, a Troop Carrier with dual roters and lowering ropes to the ground.
"Extermination squad" Colton said, watching as twelve men came down the rope. "Havent seen that shit since Delta Operations." looking at the man who was helping him "We gotta move" and so they did before: "Hostiles sighted Engage!" and soon more Rounds were cracking over Grimms head. Dropping behind trees both men started to work on them. Why does this remind me of when we stole their Thermil Charges" Grimm asked as he changed mags. "Please tell me you brought grenades" he heard over the sound of rapid fire. Fishing out the only three he brought with him. he started chucking them "Always" though he said it, he was pretty sure no one heard it over the sound of the Explosions.
With the short reprieve both men worked their way back to Grimms Mesa which thankfully hadn't be blown up this time, climbing in with Colton in the back, Grimm started flooring it and retreating only to see a returning gunship coming in hot and fast on their trail, the rounds it was sending to them lifting giant clods of dirt in its way.
"Colton" the driver yelled as they started to get onto the main road "cargo area, Rpg with rounds, snuff that bitch!" he yelled as a random bullet pinged off of the armored roof. Looking into his rear view and seeing that the Valkerie was leveling off and trying get a steady bead on them "Now, Now would be good" he spat out.
In a Heavliy laden gun-ship with men that have so far had no one to contend with can make them feel like kings, gods even, even the said pilot, but when a rpg round comes screeching across the sky at you you tend to fly up or down, the guy behind the controls went left, normally this wouldn't be so bad, however in the heavily forested area they were in, they all seemed very supriesed by the giant OAK tree that destroid their rotors and then caused them to blow up..
"Dude" Colton said as he came back in from hanging out the passinger window "That was so awesome" only to pause and look at the rpg and the crate in the back. "Grimm, why the hell is thier a rpg in the back of your jeep?" he asked, don't get him wrong he was grateful for him having it. "The last time they came at me they had a seven-ton Insurgent, with the .50 Cal. I hate getting shot up Colton" said the man as they stopped at a diner, hopping out both men went to the back of the jeep and stored their weapons, Only then did Colton get a good look at Grimm "Holy shit!" looking around to make sure that none of the others were looking in their direction he began "They didnt leave much of you left did they?" a the shake of the other mans head he pulled out a smoke and lit up "So whats the plan?" "Revenge Green Weenie, I'm going to take from them thier most important things, their wealth and their reputation" quickly finishing the cigerette and breathing out the last smoke he asked "Where do I sign up?" "you just did, and now we still need people for the crew." both men got back in the Mesa and drove back to Grimms, Talking about the good old days.