that
perfected the dust-out landing and Anderson did it as well as any seasoned
vet. Moving to the back of the space I bent down and touched Gwen’s shoulder,
pulling my hand back when she jerked away and swung at me. She looked at me
with eyes swollen and red from crying and I could see the hate burning in them.
“Go ahead, Major. I’ve got this,” Mayo said as he secured
the minigun.
I nodded my thanks to him and looked Gwen back in the eye.
“I’m sorry,” I said. I knew I didn’t have any choice once Stacy turned, but
that didn’t mean I didn’t feel like shit about what I’d had to do.
Turning away I stepped to the door and jumped the few feet
down to the pavement. Just as my boots hit the ground gunfire erupted from the
direction of the flight operations building. Leaning back in the door I yelled
at Anderson to get the helicopter refueled and stay with it, grabbed my pack
and took off at a fast run towards flight ops as the sound of a rifle on full
auto reached my ears.
Chapter 8
Flight operations was a couple of hundred yards from the
flight line and as I ran an additional rifle on full auto sounded. Damn it.
Didn’t the Air Force train their personnel not to waste ammo? Regardless of
popular conception based on movies full auto is not the way to go. The rifle
is hard as hell to hold on your target and you will wind up spraying bullets
uselessly all over the place, hitting nothing. These guys needed to be using
semi-auto or burst mode and picking their targets.
Pounding across the pavement towards the building I angled
towards a steel access door set in the wall facing me, bringing my rifle to the
ready position as I closed inside 50 yards. As I approached the door slammed
open and two figures tumbled through it and fell to the ground. They were both
dressed in AF uniforms, and I had to close within a few feet before I could
tell which was the infected and which wasn’t. They rolled over and the
infected wound up on top, grasping its victim and struggling to reach his
throat. I stepped in and kicked the infected in the side of the head. I was
wearing steel toed combat boots and if I had been an NFL kicker would have just
made a field goal from the 50 yard line.
The infected’s head caved in and the body went limp. I
reached down and grabbed the back of its belt and hauled the dead body off the
struggling man. Tossing the infected aside I reached a hand down and was
surprised when I pulled Captain Roach to his feet. Roach was in the Air Force
Security Force – the AF version of an MP – and I’d had a run in with the
officious little prick when we had landed the previous night. I’d won the
battle and we’d not parted as friends. Fortunately my newly minted Oak Leaf
carried more authority than his Captain’s bars so it looked like I had won the
war as well.
“You’re on me,” I told him, yanked the door to flight ops
open and stepped inside.
I found myself in a lighted hallway lined with offices and
the sounds of a firefight were louder and coming from the far end of the
building. Rifle at my shoulder I started advancing down the hall, not waiting
to see if Roach was following. I bypassed closed doors. I had yet to
encounter an infected that could work a door knob. Open doors however slowed
me down as I had to clear each room before proceeding, not willing to risk
leaving an infected to my rear. I thought about just closing the doors and
moving on, but opted for clearing each unsecured room as I went. The first two
rooms I cleared were empty of personnel, but the third was occupied.
A female clerk huddled behind an overturned conference table
as an infected male officer leaned over the edge of the table and tried to
reach her. He was snarling and waving his arms in frustration, but didn’t have
enough mental faculties remaining to just pull the table out of his way.
Conserving ammo I drew the Kukri and buried half the
perfected the dust-out landing and Anderson did it as well as any seasoned
vet. Moving to the back of the space I bent down and touched Gwen’s shoulder,
pulling my hand back when she jerked away and swung at me. She looked at me
with eyes swollen and red from crying and I could see the hate burning in them.
“Go ahead, Major. I’ve got this,” Mayo said as he secured
the minigun.
I nodded my thanks to him and looked Gwen back in the eye.
“I’m sorry,” I said. I knew I didn’t have any choice once Stacy turned, but
that didn’t mean I didn’t feel like shit about what I’d had to do.
Turning away I stepped to the door and jumped the few feet
down to the pavement. Just as my boots hit the ground gunfire erupted from the
direction of the flight operations building. Leaning back in the door I yelled
at Anderson to get the helicopter refueled and stay with it, grabbed my pack
and took off at a fast run towards flight ops as the sound of a rifle on full
auto reached my ears.
Chapter 8
Flight operations was a couple of hundred yards from the
flight line and as I ran an additional rifle on full auto sounded. Damn it.
Didn’t the Air Force train their personnel not to waste ammo? Regardless of
popular conception based on movies full auto is not the way to go. The rifle
is hard as hell to hold on your target and you will wind up spraying bullets
uselessly all over the place, hitting nothing. These guys needed to be using
semi-auto or burst mode and picking their targets.
Pounding across the pavement towards the building I angled
towards a steel access door set in the wall facing me, bringing my rifle to the
ready position as I closed inside 50 yards. As I approached the door slammed
open and two figures tumbled through it and fell to the ground. They were both
dressed in AF uniforms, and I had to close within a few feet before I could
tell which was the infected and which wasn’t. They rolled over and the
infected wound up on top, grasping its victim and struggling to reach his
throat. I stepped in and kicked the infected in the side of the head. I was
wearing steel toed combat boots and if I had been an NFL kicker would have just
made a field goal from the 50 yard line.
The infected’s head caved in and the body went limp. I
reached down and grabbed the back of its belt and hauled the dead body off the
struggling man. Tossing the infected aside I reached a hand down and was
surprised when I pulled Captain Roach to his feet. Roach was in the Air Force
Security Force – the AF version of an MP – and I’d had a run in with the
officious little prick when we had landed the previous night. I’d won the
battle and we’d not parted as friends. Fortunately my newly minted Oak Leaf
carried more authority than his Captain’s bars so it looked like I had won the
war as well.
“You’re on me,” I told him, yanked the door to flight ops
open and stepped inside.
I found myself in a lighted hallway lined with offices and
the sounds of a firefight were louder and coming from the far end of the
building. Rifle at my shoulder I started advancing down the hall, not waiting
to see if Roach was following. I bypassed closed doors. I had yet to
encounter an infected that could work a door knob. Open doors however slowed
me down as I had to clear each room before proceeding, not willing to risk
leaving an infected to my rear. I thought about just closing the doors and
moving on, but opted for clearing each unsecured room as I went. The first two
rooms I cleared were empty of personnel, but the third was occupied.
A female clerk huddled behind an overturned conference table
as an infected male officer leaned over the edge of the table and tried to
reach her. He was snarling and waving his arms in frustration, but didn’t have
enough mental faculties remaining to just pull the table out of his way.
Conserving ammo I drew the Kukri and buried half the
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