Don't Drop the Soap
"Allen! Get your ass up you lazy bum!" shouted Foley, spraying sporadic machine gun fire at the advancing Russians.
"I got ya buddy," said Dunn, slowly dragging the soldier away from the burning Humvee. "Just keep looking at me, keep looking at me….." And then it all went dark.
Nikolai's 'great escape plan' was unraveling at the seams. Police Sharpshooters had set themselves up along the top of the prison walls and peppered Nikolai's innocent Pavelow.
"Ghost! Take the girl and cover Nikolai so he can get to his Pavelow!" shouted MacTavish, forcefully throwing the receptionist at his masked cohort.
"So I heard ladies like bad boy's," said Ghost, leaning in close, "So what do you think about me, baby?"
A punch to the ribs informed him that she didn't appreciate his presence too much.
"Feisty, I like that in a woman." he said, firing the Glock 18 at anything that so much as looked in his direction.
"I-is he dead?" stuttered Ramirez, looking on the verge of mental breakdown.
"Nah, he's just knocked the shit out." said Dunn, standing up again. "So who wants to carry 'em?"
"I outrank you," chuckled Foley, still checking the street ahead for hostiles. "So I say you carry him."
Grabbing Allen off the ground, Dunn grumbled "Why do I have to carry sleeping beauty here?"
"Because I told you to, you keep this up and soon enough Ramirez will outrank you." said Foley, leading the way.
"You're gonna demote me?" asked Dunn, "For what reason exactly?"
"Shut up, enemy BTR up ahead," whispered Foley, looking back at Ramirez who gawking at the destruction the BTR left in it's wake, he added "Ramirez, use your smoke grenade."
The rookie nodded, ripped a grenade off his vest and chucked it. The smoke built until the only thing visible were the tail lights on the BTR and the half dozen angry Russians running around it.
"Alright, let's move. Our boys are just up ahead. That alley is the only way through. Let's go." ordered Foley.
"You gotta be kidding me," grumbled Dunn. "there are like fifteen guys between us and that stupid alley. Plus a BTR. I don't like my odds of actually living through this."
"I'd have to agree with Dunn on this one." said Ramirez.
Dunn set Allen down and then fired his rifle at a particularly mad Russian officer who was trying to rally his men into killing the four meager Americans, he slumped to the pavement with a bullet to the chest.
"Fine, if my idea's so bad what do y'all got?" asked Foley, leaning against the broken stone wall while Dunn sprayed torrents of 7.62mm rounds to keep the Russians back.
No one said anything.
"That's what I thought. Now let's go." said Foley, retrieving his rifle from where he had laid it down. Then he took off in a dead sprint into the nearby alley, leaving the remainder of his team behind.
"Aw, hell. Who wants to die of old age anyway?" joked Dunn before he too charged through the smoke.
"Me…" muttered Ramirez, gripping his SCAR-H as if his life depended on it as he made his way through the grey cloud.
By some stretch of luck everyone had managed to make it aboard Nikolai's Pavelow, everyone except Captain MacTavish.
"MacTavish! Where the 'ell are you?" shouted Ghost, trying to be heard over the gunfire rattling the Pavelow.
"I'm coming out now!" returned the Captain. Down below an individual could be seen sprinting across the field towards the hovering helicopter. "Drop the ladder!"
The ladder was dropped and the Captain leapt on to it, leaving the prison far below.
"I got it!" he said triumphantly holding an old battered handgun.
"All that trouble for a stupid gun?" came Ghost's reply as he hoisted the Scotsman into the helicopter.
"It's not just any gun," he said, "it belonged to a friend."
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