Post by Talisman on Aug 10, 2004 18:23:41 GMT -5
My comrades and I sat down at the table to negotiate our newest strategy for taking down the stinkin capitalist americans. As the Assassin named xaos and I were talking late into the night, we heard movement outside the door to the meeting room. We froze, and were hardly surprised to hear the bang of a door being blown in and the rush of pounding feet.
"FBI! Drop your weapons!" screamed the intruders. In response, my comrades in the entryway opened fire. Pistol fire filled the room. Assassin xaos and I set up a quick line of defense in the main room, where 5 of us were holed up. The screams of the wounded and dying made us wince, but our cause demanded sacrifice against the capitalists!
As the doorway was illuminated with bright light, gunshots began ringing around us like angry bees. The ensuing firefight was intense - However, we knew the feds could not get through that doorway without heavy casualties. They called for our surrender, but were met in response by yet more gunshots. One of our comrades, whose name is not important, fell to the incoming barrage. He was quickly moved and replaced.
Suddenly, all went quiet. Imagine a large storm, when there is a quiet moment before the worst kicked in.
The next moments happened almost in slow motion. A Surefire Tactical Flashlight came spinning through the door. In it's backwash, I noticed a large form moving through the door. In a flurry of shots, the entry team was destroyed.
Never have I experienced such great elation as that moment... It seemed we might win out after all!
Never did I hear the knife as it slid across Assassin xaos's throat. Too intent upon the firefight, and reloading my trusty pistol, I never noticed the form slithering in the shadows, dispatching my comrades one by one.
The cold press of metal upon my neck surprised me... In that moment, I knew what it was, though I know not how. I flashed back upon my time growing up in Mother Russia.. I thought about Olga, back home, wishing I could see her one last time. The knife slid across my throat, and I knew that I was done for.
As I lay dying, I watched the large form slither away. The name on the back of his tactical vest did not surprise me, either. "Jacko" was well known to us, and was a target that we had hoped to eliminate. It seems the tables had turned.
;D
That story is from a CQB game we played down in ionia last winter... I believe (correct me if i'm wrong) that snip and/or viking were the "large forms" in the door that gave jacko cover for his insane rush... And if I remember correctly, Jacko ended up getting like 4 or 5 knife kills + a surrender kill that game. Oh, and it was pistol only for that game.... was quite interesting ;-p
"FBI! Drop your weapons!" screamed the intruders. In response, my comrades in the entryway opened fire. Pistol fire filled the room. Assassin xaos and I set up a quick line of defense in the main room, where 5 of us were holed up. The screams of the wounded and dying made us wince, but our cause demanded sacrifice against the capitalists!
As the doorway was illuminated with bright light, gunshots began ringing around us like angry bees. The ensuing firefight was intense - However, we knew the feds could not get through that doorway without heavy casualties. They called for our surrender, but were met in response by yet more gunshots. One of our comrades, whose name is not important, fell to the incoming barrage. He was quickly moved and replaced.
Suddenly, all went quiet. Imagine a large storm, when there is a quiet moment before the worst kicked in.
The next moments happened almost in slow motion. A Surefire Tactical Flashlight came spinning through the door. In it's backwash, I noticed a large form moving through the door. In a flurry of shots, the entry team was destroyed.
Never have I experienced such great elation as that moment... It seemed we might win out after all!
Never did I hear the knife as it slid across Assassin xaos's throat. Too intent upon the firefight, and reloading my trusty pistol, I never noticed the form slithering in the shadows, dispatching my comrades one by one.
The cold press of metal upon my neck surprised me... In that moment, I knew what it was, though I know not how. I flashed back upon my time growing up in Mother Russia.. I thought about Olga, back home, wishing I could see her one last time. The knife slid across my throat, and I knew that I was done for.
As I lay dying, I watched the large form slither away. The name on the back of his tactical vest did not surprise me, either. "Jacko" was well known to us, and was a target that we had hoped to eliminate. It seems the tables had turned.
;D
That story is from a CQB game we played down in ionia last winter... I believe (correct me if i'm wrong) that snip and/or viking were the "large forms" in the door that gave jacko cover for his insane rush... And if I remember correctly, Jacko ended up getting like 4 or 5 knife kills + a surrender kill that game. Oh, and it was pistol only for that game.... was quite interesting ;-p
