away?”
“I don’t know
Sean, it’s like he … like he fell back … he … ahh … retreated,” Brad sputtered
in disbelief.
“What? They
don’t do that. These things are lemmings; they always rush to their death.”
“I’m telling you
Chief, it was the big leader from a few days ago! He was watching from around
that corner right there. Just as I got a bead on him, he tucked and
disappeared.”
“Shit, well if that’s
true, it makes things a bit more interesting.” Sean paused for a moment. “Okay,
nothing we can do about it now. Let’s get downstairs and check on the kids,” he
said as he started packing up his gear.
10.
Brad and Sean
made the walk downstairs together in search of the Marines. They found them in
the lounge. They were cheering and patting each other on the back. This was the
first victory they had achieved against the primals.
“We whooped them
good, Chief,” Walkens called out.
“Calm down hero,
we just shot a bunch a fish in a barrel, but yeah, you all did well.”
“Nahh Chief, you
don’t understand; those things chased our asses all the way out of Afghanistan.
We always been on the run from them. This is the first time we kicked their
asses.”
The Marines in
the room burst into cheers.
“What’s next
Chief, we going to assault the next deck?” Swanson asked.
“Alright,
everyone calm down. You guys kicked ass, I get that, and yeah, we took back
this deck … maybe. Let’s wait till first light. Once the sun comes up we’ll run
some recons and make sure we secured the deck,” Sean said.
“Screw that,
Chief, let’s do it now!” Wilson yelled.
Brooks walked
out of the hallway and took a seat on the pool table stacked against the doors.
“Y’all do realize we only dropped about seventy-five to a hundred of those
things just now, don’t ya? From what I understand there were five hundred
stationed here. Yeah, maybe the rest were able to evacuate, but I think I’d
rather wait until daylight to figure that out,” he said.
“Okay, okay, so
what we going to do till tomorrow, I’m all ramped up,” Walkens asked.
“Uhhh, I got an
idea,” Tony the civilian said as he walked into the room from the hallway.
“You do, huh?” Sean
asked.
Tony reached
into a small knapsack and pulled out a full bottle of bourbon. “How ‘bout a bit
of Kentucky windage to celebrate and calm our nerves, Chief?”
“Shit,” Sean
said, looking at the bottle. Then he looked around the room and saw the men’s
faces light up. “Well, seein' as you got one bottle to split twelve ways, I’d
say what the hell, break out some glasses. And Tony, you better not be sneaking
open another bottle. When this one’s gone, that’s it.”
The men clamored
to pull down glasses from a cabinet, and they grouped around Tony, slapping him
on the back as he careful divided the precious liquid between them. Brad hesitated,
then walked towards the corner of the room to sit in a chair.
“Shoot, get over
here and get your share, Army,” Swanson called out.
Brad started to
say no, until the rest of the Marines cheered for him to join in. He grinned
and walked across the room to take a cup. He sniffed the liquid; Tony
apparently was not a connoisseur of fine bourbons. Brad took a sip of the brown
stuff and felt it burn as it went down. He made a face, which again caused the
men to cheer.
Brad smiled back
at the men and steadied the glass, then picked up his gear with his free hand. He
turned and moved into the hallway, walking slowly on the clean vinyl tile. He
walked until he found an office with intact furniture and moved in, dumping his
gear to the floor with a thud. The office held a sofa and a large steel desk
with an old, high back chair behind it.
He went behind
the desk and took a seat in the chair. Unbuckling holsters, he placed his M9
and S&W Sigma pistols on the desk, then leaned back and put up his feet. He
took another sip of the whiskey and felt the burn, this time
“I don’t know
Sean, it’s like he … like he fell back … he … ahh … retreated,” Brad sputtered
in disbelief.
“What? They
don’t do that. These things are lemmings; they always rush to their death.”
“I’m telling you
Chief, it was the big leader from a few days ago! He was watching from around
that corner right there. Just as I got a bead on him, he tucked and
disappeared.”
“Shit, well if that’s
true, it makes things a bit more interesting.” Sean paused for a moment. “Okay,
nothing we can do about it now. Let’s get downstairs and check on the kids,” he
said as he started packing up his gear.
10.
Brad and Sean
made the walk downstairs together in search of the Marines. They found them in
the lounge. They were cheering and patting each other on the back. This was the
first victory they had achieved against the primals.
“We whooped them
good, Chief,” Walkens called out.
“Calm down hero,
we just shot a bunch a fish in a barrel, but yeah, you all did well.”
“Nahh Chief, you
don’t understand; those things chased our asses all the way out of Afghanistan.
We always been on the run from them. This is the first time we kicked their
asses.”
The Marines in
the room burst into cheers.
“What’s next
Chief, we going to assault the next deck?” Swanson asked.
“Alright,
everyone calm down. You guys kicked ass, I get that, and yeah, we took back
this deck … maybe. Let’s wait till first light. Once the sun comes up we’ll run
some recons and make sure we secured the deck,” Sean said.
“Screw that,
Chief, let’s do it now!” Wilson yelled.
Brooks walked
out of the hallway and took a seat on the pool table stacked against the doors.
“Y’all do realize we only dropped about seventy-five to a hundred of those
things just now, don’t ya? From what I understand there were five hundred
stationed here. Yeah, maybe the rest were able to evacuate, but I think I’d
rather wait until daylight to figure that out,” he said.
“Okay, okay, so
what we going to do till tomorrow, I’m all ramped up,” Walkens asked.
“Uhhh, I got an
idea,” Tony the civilian said as he walked into the room from the hallway.
“You do, huh?” Sean
asked.
Tony reached
into a small knapsack and pulled out a full bottle of bourbon. “How ‘bout a bit
of Kentucky windage to celebrate and calm our nerves, Chief?”
“Shit,” Sean
said, looking at the bottle. Then he looked around the room and saw the men’s
faces light up. “Well, seein' as you got one bottle to split twelve ways, I’d
say what the hell, break out some glasses. And Tony, you better not be sneaking
open another bottle. When this one’s gone, that’s it.”
The men clamored
to pull down glasses from a cabinet, and they grouped around Tony, slapping him
on the back as he careful divided the precious liquid between them. Brad hesitated,
then walked towards the corner of the room to sit in a chair.
“Shoot, get over
here and get your share, Army,” Swanson called out.
Brad started to
say no, until the rest of the Marines cheered for him to join in. He grinned
and walked across the room to take a cup. He sniffed the liquid; Tony
apparently was not a connoisseur of fine bourbons. Brad took a sip of the brown
stuff and felt it burn as it went down. He made a face, which again caused the
men to cheer.
Brad smiled back
at the men and steadied the glass, then picked up his gear with his free hand. He
turned and moved into the hallway, walking slowly on the clean vinyl tile. He
walked until he found an office with intact furniture and moved in, dumping his
gear to the floor with a thud. The office held a sofa and a large steel desk
with an old, high back chair behind it.
He went behind
the desk and took a seat in the chair. Unbuckling holsters, he placed his M9
and S&W Sigma pistols on the desk, then leaned back and put up his feet. He
took another sip of the whiskey and felt the burn, this time
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