predicted, the man in the brush slowly crept into their vicinity. It was smart not to have gotten closer, Sway knew, as they would have entered his range as well. He must have thought they went back to camp though, or else why would he risk coming in?
“One hundred twelve meters,” Sway hushed into her hand, the early morning air chilling her nose.
River tapped her, “Second target in sight.”
“How close?” Sway pocketed the scope, shouldering her M4.
“Maybe fifty meters, through the trees.”
Sway whispered, “Eli, don’t take the shot yet. Reese and I are going to go take this guy. Fire in seventy seconds.”
River’s face mushed together in obvious frustration, but she was silent. Sway was taking River’s kill, she realized, but the excitement was too great to let someone as poor in close quarters as Delilah to mess it up, and no one countered her plan, so off they went.
With decent speed, Sway and Reese quietly crawled through the dirt, avoiding fallen leaves and twigs. The Beacon member must have noticed them, but was allowing it simply because most other combatants wouldn’t be as well trained as he was. When they were ten meters away, Eli fired. The man’s eyes snapped towards the boulder, gun raised.
Reese and Sway stood simultaneously, their barrels aimed at his chest. “Toss your weapon and raise your hands,” Reese spoke softly. When he turned, Sway’s instinct kicked in and she fired at his shoulder. The shot bounced off, and he howled, releasing his gun.
Reese glared at her and she shrugged. “It wasn’t a lethal shot, he’s just bleeding profusely. If we interrogate him quickly, he’ll live long enough to spill it.”
They pulled Henderson, the shot man, into their custody, and he role-played all the way back to camp. Stumbling, shouting, to which they quickly stuffed his mouth with a handkerchief, and frequently going limp. After several attempts to take their weapons, they tied his hands behind his back as well.
Xander smiled as they plopped Henderson down in the cave, “Well done, privates. Now, what do we do with him?”
Reese helped Henderson sit up. “He’s bleeding out from his right shoulder, if we intend to keep him alive after questioning him, I’d advise patching up the gunshot first.”
Leandra shook her head. “We don’t have the resources to keep him with us, nor the time to take him back to Kamloops. The ROI is not there in my opinion.” She slung her M99. “I say we interrogate him, and no matter the intel he provides, or doesn’t, put him out of his misery.”
Xander nodded, “Harsh, but efficient. What do you think, Fabel?”
“I’m not particularly keen on executing him, and setting him loose is not an option.” Fabel chewed on his lower lip, worried.
Richard circled up with the rest of the cell, “We’re eight man teams for a reason, right? Why don’t four of us hold position here, and four take him back into Kamloops?”
Eli disagreed, “No, what if the cave group was forced to move? We’d be separated. It’s not the hottest plan.”
“We’re burning precious minutes as this man bleeds to death, team. Let’s come around to a decision.” Xander reminded them of the ticking clock Sway had set in motion with the pull of a trigger.
Reese pulled the handkerchief from Henderson’s mouth, “Who are you with and what are you doing in this territory?” Henderson glared, mouth clamped shut.
Eli poked the end of his L96 to Henderson’s faux damaged shoulder, thought it was likely bruised, and he role-played again, pretending to be in agony. “Tell us what you know and we’ll bring you back to our town. Refuse and die here in this cave.”
Sway had never seen the ruthless side of Eli. Where had he been hiding it, she wondered? Perhaps it was easy when they knew it was just a game. What happened when it was real? What happened when one of them had to pull the trigger and take a life?
“You can go sit on a pinecone,” Henderson spat
“One hundred twelve meters,” Sway hushed into her hand, the early morning air chilling her nose.
River tapped her, “Second target in sight.”
“How close?” Sway pocketed the scope, shouldering her M4.
“Maybe fifty meters, through the trees.”
Sway whispered, “Eli, don’t take the shot yet. Reese and I are going to go take this guy. Fire in seventy seconds.”
River’s face mushed together in obvious frustration, but she was silent. Sway was taking River’s kill, she realized, but the excitement was too great to let someone as poor in close quarters as Delilah to mess it up, and no one countered her plan, so off they went.
With decent speed, Sway and Reese quietly crawled through the dirt, avoiding fallen leaves and twigs. The Beacon member must have noticed them, but was allowing it simply because most other combatants wouldn’t be as well trained as he was. When they were ten meters away, Eli fired. The man’s eyes snapped towards the boulder, gun raised.
Reese and Sway stood simultaneously, their barrels aimed at his chest. “Toss your weapon and raise your hands,” Reese spoke softly. When he turned, Sway’s instinct kicked in and she fired at his shoulder. The shot bounced off, and he howled, releasing his gun.
Reese glared at her and she shrugged. “It wasn’t a lethal shot, he’s just bleeding profusely. If we interrogate him quickly, he’ll live long enough to spill it.”
They pulled Henderson, the shot man, into their custody, and he role-played all the way back to camp. Stumbling, shouting, to which they quickly stuffed his mouth with a handkerchief, and frequently going limp. After several attempts to take their weapons, they tied his hands behind his back as well.
Xander smiled as they plopped Henderson down in the cave, “Well done, privates. Now, what do we do with him?”
Reese helped Henderson sit up. “He’s bleeding out from his right shoulder, if we intend to keep him alive after questioning him, I’d advise patching up the gunshot first.”
Leandra shook her head. “We don’t have the resources to keep him with us, nor the time to take him back to Kamloops. The ROI is not there in my opinion.” She slung her M99. “I say we interrogate him, and no matter the intel he provides, or doesn’t, put him out of his misery.”
Xander nodded, “Harsh, but efficient. What do you think, Fabel?”
“I’m not particularly keen on executing him, and setting him loose is not an option.” Fabel chewed on his lower lip, worried.
Richard circled up with the rest of the cell, “We’re eight man teams for a reason, right? Why don’t four of us hold position here, and four take him back into Kamloops?”
Eli disagreed, “No, what if the cave group was forced to move? We’d be separated. It’s not the hottest plan.”
“We’re burning precious minutes as this man bleeds to death, team. Let’s come around to a decision.” Xander reminded them of the ticking clock Sway had set in motion with the pull of a trigger.
Reese pulled the handkerchief from Henderson’s mouth, “Who are you with and what are you doing in this territory?” Henderson glared, mouth clamped shut.
Eli poked the end of his L96 to Henderson’s faux damaged shoulder, thought it was likely bruised, and he role-played again, pretending to be in agony. “Tell us what you know and we’ll bring you back to our town. Refuse and die here in this cave.”
Sway had never seen the ruthless side of Eli. Where had he been hiding it, she wondered? Perhaps it was easy when they knew it was just a game. What happened when it was real? What happened when one of them had to pull the trigger and take a life?
“You can go sit on a pinecone,” Henderson spat
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