Situation: FUBAR
Allen shot straight up, which caused Dunn who was leaning over him to be knocked back. "Allen? What the hell, man? I thought you were dead!"
Rubbing his head, Allen asked "How long was I out?"
"I'd say about twenty minutes.." returned Dunn, peering out the Burger Town windows.
As he was finishing this, a man in a black business suit marched into the greasy kitchen.
'Another one of those guy's from the airport,' thought Allen, unholstering his M9 and aiming it at the man.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" shouted Dunn, snatching the pistol out of Allen's hand, "Raptor's our objective. You remember the HVT we were to keep an eye out for?"
"Yeah, but weren't their two?" asked Allen, retrieving his handgun from Dunn.
"Yes, but my comrade missed his flight." said Raptor, "It is most problematic."
"Where the hell'd they get this guy?" muttered Allen, poking Dunn in the ribs.
"I work for the CIA. I have vital intelligence, I would request that you evac me as soon as possible." continued Raptor.
"What do you want? Five-Star arrangements? In case you haven't noticed already, we're under fire from all sides and we're still waiting for support." said Dunn, tired of the man's tone.
"I understand but I would appreciate if you'd show more concern. I am your objective, after all." said Raptor, in his emotionless monotone.
"Where's Ramirez?" asked Dunn, noticing the rookie was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh, the one sent to guard me? I have sent him to retrieve my things from my Pavelow." Raptor said.
"Wait, you sent the pacifist out there, were all the pissed off Russians are?" asked Dunn, realizing the grave danger Ramirez was in.
"Yes, is that a problem?"
Ramirez suddenly realized the problem with digging through the wreckage of a burned out helicopter. You're essentially stuck inside a metal coffin. And it appeared the Russians knew this as well, as they had begun tossing Frag Grenades inside the confined space of the troop bay. A piece of metal torn from the side of the Pavelow turned out to be a decent shield while Ramirez dug through the contents of Raptor's bag. He knew he couldn't carry the bag, the piece of metal, his SCAR-H, and still escape the helicopter at the same time.
"Ramirez? You out there, buddy?" came Dunn's voice over the Private's earpiece.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Ask that CIA guy what he want's cause I can't carry all his crap and expect to live." returned Ramirez, listening to the sounds of razor sharp shrapnel pinging against the inside of the downed aircraft.
"Screw the junk, what about you?" asked Dunn.
"I'm fine. You know what, if he wants it so bad he can come get it himself." muttered Ramirez, slowly advancing towards the rear hatch which would lead him to safety. As soon as his boot touched the pavement of the parking lot he was blown off his feet by a stray grenade. Next thing he knew, he was being drug. And it wasn't towards the Burger Town.
A short chapter I know, but I needed to finish up a bit more of the plot before I left my computer for a whole week. But I will return, and when I do... Well we'll see. As always Read and Review! Also I've noticed a few people have skipped Chapter 14 and jumped straight to here, I put both 14 and 15 up at the same time so read 'em both!
