down. Letting him burn alive would not have been cool.
I guess there was some panic moments where the remaining attackers tried to light more cocktails to throw at MGR, but Ethan’s follow up fire as well as the other rounds either pinned them, or forced them to drop the bottles. Either way, their plan to set shit on fire was dashed, and they ran like fucking hell to get away, directly down the street I was set up on. The tower passed the message along to me where they were heading, and when the two still upright and alive folks passed through my kill zone, I fired two fast shots, center mass, as they came across my sight picture. The bay window shattered into a million pieces, completely giving my position away. If I missed them, I was fucked.
I hit the lotto though, and the breaking window didn't send my rounds too far off. Both tumbled down, doubled over, kicking and screaming in pain. I'd hit them. They lost their long guns into the slush, and I called out that I needed support at the house, and I had two enemy casualties that needed medical assistance. Ethan called out that he was on the way in the Prius (which did really well in the snow).
I moved outside to the street with my ruck and hollered to them to sit very fucking still or they’d get shot again. They didn’t sit still in the least, but judging from their groans and moans of pain, they were no threat. I decided I’d start medical care.
I cleared the vicinity for threats while Ethan was on his way, and I ripped the jacket off the closest casualty. It was a woman. She was young and frail, no more than maybe twenty two or twenty five. I checked her for bombs or grenades (Iraq memories), and made sure her weapon was well out of reach. I got all pervy and ripped her shirt off to check for the wound. I had a single round entering her left torso and exiting through the back on the right, just above the kidneys. The entrance wound was tiny, like she’d been stabbed with a pencil. Her exit wound was much larger, about the size of a small orange. I could see her insides through the hole, and I used her shirt to plug the hole and make a pressure bandage to stem the flow of blood, and keep her guts where they belonged.
I ran to the man on the ground about five yards away and did the same check to the guy. Both of my rounds struck him in the torso, both going from left to right, same as the girl. My first round hit him in the hip, and had no exit wound. The second hit struck his left arm just above the elbow, pretty similarly to Mallory’s wound the other day. The high velocity round mangled the poor bastard’s bicep and more or less severed his arm. Fortunately the PJ guys had given me premade tourniquets, and I slapped one on just above his elbow, and the ragged flesh. He started slipping into shock almost immediately.
Luckily Ethan and Amanda arrived just a minute or two later, and Ethan went to work. He’s a helluva guy that one. A professional. Within fucking heartbeats he’d gotten IVs into both of them, and had much more impressive bandages in place. I covered him and listened to Kate radio back to MGR for our QRF to send the HRT. Shit that’s a lot of acronyms.
We didn’t want to move the guy due to his hip wound. Ethan was petrified (rightly so, after a more thorough examination) that his hip was destroyed and moving him without a proper stretcher would aggravate the injury. We moved the woman onto a porch and comforted her. She was freaking out at her injury as well as the sheer terror of suddenly being under the sway of three total strangers that had just hurt her. Amanda did a good job of keeping her from completely losing her mind while Ethan kept the guy alive.
Our QRF arrived maybe twenty minutes later. HRT plus two humvees in force. Roger and Joel leapt out and started to work on the two injured while the rest of the crew pulled security for it all. I went inside the duplex and removed all of my shit, throwing it in the HRT. My home away
I guess there was some panic moments where the remaining attackers tried to light more cocktails to throw at MGR, but Ethan’s follow up fire as well as the other rounds either pinned them, or forced them to drop the bottles. Either way, their plan to set shit on fire was dashed, and they ran like fucking hell to get away, directly down the street I was set up on. The tower passed the message along to me where they were heading, and when the two still upright and alive folks passed through my kill zone, I fired two fast shots, center mass, as they came across my sight picture. The bay window shattered into a million pieces, completely giving my position away. If I missed them, I was fucked.
I hit the lotto though, and the breaking window didn't send my rounds too far off. Both tumbled down, doubled over, kicking and screaming in pain. I'd hit them. They lost their long guns into the slush, and I called out that I needed support at the house, and I had two enemy casualties that needed medical assistance. Ethan called out that he was on the way in the Prius (which did really well in the snow).
I moved outside to the street with my ruck and hollered to them to sit very fucking still or they’d get shot again. They didn’t sit still in the least, but judging from their groans and moans of pain, they were no threat. I decided I’d start medical care.
I cleared the vicinity for threats while Ethan was on his way, and I ripped the jacket off the closest casualty. It was a woman. She was young and frail, no more than maybe twenty two or twenty five. I checked her for bombs or grenades (Iraq memories), and made sure her weapon was well out of reach. I got all pervy and ripped her shirt off to check for the wound. I had a single round entering her left torso and exiting through the back on the right, just above the kidneys. The entrance wound was tiny, like she’d been stabbed with a pencil. Her exit wound was much larger, about the size of a small orange. I could see her insides through the hole, and I used her shirt to plug the hole and make a pressure bandage to stem the flow of blood, and keep her guts where they belonged.
I ran to the man on the ground about five yards away and did the same check to the guy. Both of my rounds struck him in the torso, both going from left to right, same as the girl. My first round hit him in the hip, and had no exit wound. The second hit struck his left arm just above the elbow, pretty similarly to Mallory’s wound the other day. The high velocity round mangled the poor bastard’s bicep and more or less severed his arm. Fortunately the PJ guys had given me premade tourniquets, and I slapped one on just above his elbow, and the ragged flesh. He started slipping into shock almost immediately.
Luckily Ethan and Amanda arrived just a minute or two later, and Ethan went to work. He’s a helluva guy that one. A professional. Within fucking heartbeats he’d gotten IVs into both of them, and had much more impressive bandages in place. I covered him and listened to Kate radio back to MGR for our QRF to send the HRT. Shit that’s a lot of acronyms.
We didn’t want to move the guy due to his hip wound. Ethan was petrified (rightly so, after a more thorough examination) that his hip was destroyed and moving him without a proper stretcher would aggravate the injury. We moved the woman onto a porch and comforted her. She was freaking out at her injury as well as the sheer terror of suddenly being under the sway of three total strangers that had just hurt her. Amanda did a good job of keeping her from completely losing her mind while Ethan kept the guy alive.
Our QRF arrived maybe twenty minutes later. HRT plus two humvees in force. Roger and Joel leapt out and started to work on the two injured while the rest of the crew pulled security for it all. I went inside the duplex and removed all of my shit, throwing it in the HRT. My home away
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