behind the wheel, removed the mag and put it into his dump pouch before grabbing another and reloading his M4. He glanced back, heard Andrew firing and saw that the kids had got out safe.
“Cover me, moving!” he screamed as he sprinted for the embankment, rounds slamming into the hood of the car and cracking overhead around him.
What they really needed to do was get away. But the problem was that both their vehicles were now immobilized in the kill zone and under enemy fire. All their stores and equipment were on board and if they tried to head out on foot they would not get far.
Jack got up behind Andrew, who was still firing, and shouted down to Caitlin “Cat, I’m gonna assault! Get the kids back into the woods and hide!” She looked back up at him with wide desperate eyes, her head shaking slowly from side to side.
He turned back to Andrew. “I ’m going right flanking, moving round to the right on the embankment. I’ll try and get into position above the Hummers to shoot down on them. Ok?”
Andrew nodded, took a bead on the turret of the nearest Humvee, and kept up his deliberate rate of suppressive fire.
Jack pulled back into dead ground away from the roadblock and moved around to the right, just out of sight on the other side of the slope. He pushed back up till he emerged on the summit behind a tree, looking down at the roadblock.
Both gun turrets were facing down the road towards his vehicles and there were also a couple of guys in fire positions behind each Hummer. They were firing at his minivan and also into the surrounding woods, where they had not yet identified Andrews’s position. Andrew was well in cover using the slope and the tree, with just the muzzle of his rifle exposed. Jack was happy with that.
Jack pulled back and moved down to the furthest Hummer; he pushed back up into a position where he could see the two guys behind it and also down into the turret. His position was elevated enough that he had an angle into the armored turret where the gunner was standing.
He brought his weapon up and opened rapid fire into the turret, striking the gunner in the back of the head and upper back; he then switched fire to the two at the back of the vehicle and shot them down, before switching fire again to the two at the back of the other Hummer.
A s his buddy sprawled on the ground, one of the enemies realized what was going on, trying to spin and engage Jack. A last shout burst from the dying man as Jack unloaded the remaining rounds from his magazine into him.
The remaining turret gunner was alerted and tried to disengage the lever to spin the turret but was not fast enough to track onto Jack as he launched himself headlong down the slope, dropping his magazine and putting on a fresh one as he ran.
Jack ran to the rear of the hummer and the turret gunner could not track him, so he reached down and grabbed his M4 from inside the Humvee before standing up and trying to get an angle on Jack. Andrews’s bullet took the gunner in the base of his skull as he leaned up over the armored turret side, leaving him draped over the rim.
Jack quickly checked the vehicles were clear and went to check the enemy bodies. He saw one of them crawling away from the rear Hummer, a blood trail on the road surface.
Jack walked up to him, “Hey asshole!” he called and the guy rolled over onto his back, a handgun in his hand. Jack put his foot on the man’s wrist, trapping the pistol to the road, and pointed his M4 down at him.
He could see the man was not dressed in army uniform, but in the blue tactical uniform of the FEMA Homeland Corps. The man’s ID badge was laying on his body armor where he had it hung around his neck. He was maybe mid-thirties, fat with his belly protruding from under his tactical vest, a goatee grown over his double chins.
“Who are you?” Jack said to him.
“ Go to hell.” whispered the thug with false
“Cover me, moving!” he screamed as he sprinted for the embankment, rounds slamming into the hood of the car and cracking overhead around him.
What they really needed to do was get away. But the problem was that both their vehicles were now immobilized in the kill zone and under enemy fire. All their stores and equipment were on board and if they tried to head out on foot they would not get far.
Jack got up behind Andrew, who was still firing, and shouted down to Caitlin “Cat, I’m gonna assault! Get the kids back into the woods and hide!” She looked back up at him with wide desperate eyes, her head shaking slowly from side to side.
He turned back to Andrew. “I ’m going right flanking, moving round to the right on the embankment. I’ll try and get into position above the Hummers to shoot down on them. Ok?”
Andrew nodded, took a bead on the turret of the nearest Humvee, and kept up his deliberate rate of suppressive fire.
Jack pulled back into dead ground away from the roadblock and moved around to the right, just out of sight on the other side of the slope. He pushed back up till he emerged on the summit behind a tree, looking down at the roadblock.
Both gun turrets were facing down the road towards his vehicles and there were also a couple of guys in fire positions behind each Hummer. They were firing at his minivan and also into the surrounding woods, where they had not yet identified Andrews’s position. Andrew was well in cover using the slope and the tree, with just the muzzle of his rifle exposed. Jack was happy with that.
Jack pulled back and moved down to the furthest Hummer; he pushed back up into a position where he could see the two guys behind it and also down into the turret. His position was elevated enough that he had an angle into the armored turret where the gunner was standing.
He brought his weapon up and opened rapid fire into the turret, striking the gunner in the back of the head and upper back; he then switched fire to the two at the back of the vehicle and shot them down, before switching fire again to the two at the back of the other Hummer.
A s his buddy sprawled on the ground, one of the enemies realized what was going on, trying to spin and engage Jack. A last shout burst from the dying man as Jack unloaded the remaining rounds from his magazine into him.
The remaining turret gunner was alerted and tried to disengage the lever to spin the turret but was not fast enough to track onto Jack as he launched himself headlong down the slope, dropping his magazine and putting on a fresh one as he ran.
Jack ran to the rear of the hummer and the turret gunner could not track him, so he reached down and grabbed his M4 from inside the Humvee before standing up and trying to get an angle on Jack. Andrews’s bullet took the gunner in the base of his skull as he leaned up over the armored turret side, leaving him draped over the rim.
Jack quickly checked the vehicles were clear and went to check the enemy bodies. He saw one of them crawling away from the rear Hummer, a blood trail on the road surface.
Jack walked up to him, “Hey asshole!” he called and the guy rolled over onto his back, a handgun in his hand. Jack put his foot on the man’s wrist, trapping the pistol to the road, and pointed his M4 down at him.
He could see the man was not dressed in army uniform, but in the blue tactical uniform of the FEMA Homeland Corps. The man’s ID badge was laying on his body armor where he had it hung around his neck. He was maybe mid-thirties, fat with his belly protruding from under his tactical vest, a goatee grown over his double chins.
“Who are you?” Jack said to him.
“ Go to hell.” whispered the thug with false
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