Ch 3 Stadium terror
The racking of bolts was heard, as the 4 soldiers got their guns and gear ready. Makarov had a gas mask, his AK-47, and desert eagle. Price had his M4 and M9, plus some brass knuckles. Yuri had a Remington 870 shotgun, and a G-18 machine pistol. Ghost had his ACR rifle, and two USP .45 pistols.
"What are you all doing?" Korra asked.
"Getting ready for hell." Makarov said, as he finished putting his AK-47 back together.
"That's a lot of guns." Bolin said, walking up to the table. He picked up one of the USP .45s, and the 4 soldiers tensed.
"Bolin, put the gun down." Price said.
Bolin noticed the look in their eyes and put the gun down.
"What's the layout of the stadium?" Makarov asked.
"Hundreds of seats high in the stands in a circular motion. In the middle of the arena is water, with the pro-bending table sticking out." Bolin said
"What's the roof made out of?" Yuri asked.
"Glass. Why?" Bolin asked.
"Amon is going to attack from above. The roof is a weak spot." Price said.
"He might attack from beneath. The stadium is over water, supported by metal and wooden poles. If I was Amon, I'd blow the poles and sink the stadium, along with everyone inside." Makarov said.
"Good thing you're on our side." Ghost said.
"Yep. I am me. Amon, is Amon." Makarov said.
"What does that mean?" Bolin asked.
"It means Amon is a chump and an amateur." Makarov said.
The 4 arrived at the stadium and met with Lin Beifong.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Additional security. If Amon attacks, you'll need all the help we'll get." Price said.
"No thanks." Lin said.
"Listen. This is the Equalist movement. They'll come after us with brute force. Which means strength in numbers, and advanced weaponry. Your officers ready for that?" Ghost asked.
"They're police officers, not special ops soldiers." Yuri said.
"And we are. We belong out there, on the front lines." Price said, pointing to the stadium.
"Fine. Just stay out of our way." Lin said.
Makarov walked close to Lin and glared into her eyes.
"Actually, you and your officers stay out of our way." Makarov said.
As they combed the stadium and made plans for a defense, the fire ferrets got ready in the locker room.
"Alright. We've been thru a lot, but now's our chance. We can do this. We can win the championship." Mako said.
"Damn straight we will." Bolin said.
Korra had a worried look in her eyes.
"You guys go ahead. I'll catch up." She said.
Korra went to a sink and washed her face with water. Taking deep breaths, she sorted the racing thoughts in her head.
"Shit's gonna hit the fan." She muttered.
"What's going to hit the fan?" Asami asked.
"It's nothing." Korra said.
Asami pulled Korra towards her and faced her.
"It's something, isn't it?" Asami asked.
"Yes. Asami, I'm terrified. I saw Amon take away a person's bending. That could happen to me, or Bolin, or someone else. We got four special ops soldiers in the stadium. Special ops soldiers aren't called into a fight unless it gets really hairy. I got a feeling this will end bad." Korra said.
"Korra, since I ran into you that day, we've been close friends. I've seen your pro-bending matches. You'll do just fine. And if Amon does attack, like you said, we got 4 highly trained killers with us. Amon won't stand a chance." Asami said.
Asami kissed Korra and pulled her in close.
"Don't worry. You'll do great." Asami said.
"Thanks, Sami." Korra said.
They watched as the match went thru. And it was clear that the Wolfbats were winning, only because they were cheating.
"The ref's a useless wanker. Permission to engage." Ghost said, racking the bolt on his ACR.
"Negative!" Price shouted. "We need all the ammunition in case the equalists come."
And attack they did. Multiple agents came out wielding electric gloves.
Makarov saw two soldiers shocking Lin and Tenzin. He aimed and fired a burst of 7.62 bullets into one of the mooks. He approached the other one and stabbed him dead with a knife.
"Price, we got agents all over the place." Makarov said.
"No shit! But they aren't Special Forces at all." Price returned.
Then Amon appeared and took care of the Wolfbats. After making a speech, a zeppelin appeared over the stadium.
"Oh fuck! They got a zeppelin up their!" Yuri shouted.
"We got any anti-air weapons?!" Makarov asked.
"Negative! We sure as hell didn't expect this." Ghost said.
"Looks like you were right." Lin smirked to Makarov.
"Fuck off." Makarov replied.
"He's getting away!" Price shouted, while he fired his M4 rifle at Amon.
"Everyone, to the roof!" Yuri shouted.
The 4 soldiers quickly made their way to the roof top, and found a furious fight going on. Without speaking, they aimed their rifles and fired at the mass of equalist soldiers.
"Everyone, scatter!" Price yelled, as the Lieutenant ran towards them, swinging his electric staffs.
"Take care of everyone else. I got this." Makarov shouted.
Makarov parried a blow from the Lt, only to return with a brutal upper cut to the torso. The Lt got back up, and was quickly knocked down by a fire blast. Makarov dropped to a knee and aimed his AK rifle.
"Thanks Korra." Makarov said.
"I should be thanking you and your friends." She replied.
"The Zeppelin's getting away!" Ghost shouted. Everyone pointed their rifles and fired all the remaining rounds. It didn't do a thing, as the metal shrugged off the rifle cartridges.
"Bollocks, he got away." Ghost said.
"Why would he attack the stadium and then leave?" Yuri asked.
"We'll ask the bastard when we find him." Price said, as they walked back into the bombed out stadium.
Walking into the stadium, Korra couldn't believe it. There were dozens of dead bodies. Mainly equalists, but also a few unfortunate spectators who were caught in the fighting.
"Korra, thank god you're okay." Asami said, hugging her friend.
"Yeah. I'm fine." She said. She looked at a dead equalist, with his chest blown wide open, courtesy of Yuri.
"I'm gonna hurl." Korra muttered. She leaned over the railing, and vomited into the water below.
"You okay?" Price asked, walking up to the two girls.
"I'm fine. Korra isn't." Asami said.
Price pulled Korra and looked at her.
"Korra, you'll be fine." Price said.
"Are you sure?" Korra asked, looking at a shaking hand.
"You'll get used to it. The shock. Pray that you don't get used to the killing. Or you'll end up like us." Price answered.
"These guys are amateurs." Makarov said.
"How can you say that?" Asami asked.
"They let all the spectators live. They hardly damaged the building. If I was carrying out this attack, No-one would be left alive. No-one. And the stadium would be burned to ashes." Makarov said.
"Something's wrong with you guys." Korra said.