Post by Overkill on May 12, 2007 22:22:58 GMT -5
Ill tell it as a first person point of view
The scope narrowed his vision, he never heard the kill team sneak behind him, he barely felt the barrel of the gun slide between the mesh of his ghilie suit.
"Put your hands where I can see them, or have your head splattered on that oak tree over there!" a voice whispered in his ear.
That was two hours ago. He had been a POW for what seemed an eternity. Disarmed, watched constantly, inside the enemies stronghold, alone. He was embarrassed no one else was captured, unless they were being held elsewhere. He had a plan though, oh yes, two hours of watching supplies gave him more than enough information.
The guard near him kept a constant watch on the hallway outside the small musty room, back turned, confident that the docile prisoner was meek and not a threat - Wrong! Five minutes later, the patrol came by, and a minute later the cross patrol. In 20 seconds he would execute his plan.
He rose slowly, careful not to step into the light and disturb the shaft of light shining through the doorway, thus alerting the guard. He pulled out his knfie from the lining of his combat boot, they didnt get everything, now did they? A quick thrust.
"Shank!" he whispered. "CQC kill."
If his plan was to work he had to act fast.
As his enemy sank to the floor, he picked up his radio.
"Prisoner escape, west exit, west exit!" he boomed over the channel.
He dragged the body back into the room and waited, knife in hand, by the door. The two man patrol ran by, followed by the single man covering the eastern enterance. He quickly thrust out from inside the doorway into the mans side. Thats two down he thought as he dragged the other man into the room. He got up, and hoofed it to the east exit as fast as he had ever ran.
Once inside the frame of the outer door exit, he picked up a small rock. Waiting for the guard above him to turn in the right direction, he chucked the rock at a wooden support beam 30ft to his left, then sprinted to his right. Ahead he saw a trench, and dove in.
He ran along the trench, heart pounding, adrenaline screaming inside his pulsing veins, never looking back, not even as shots zinged past his head and ricocheted along the sides of the trench (by pure chance it was curved in the most convenient places). Up ahead he climbed out of the trench, and again headed east. Nearby was his team's forward outpost, he had made it. Free at last.
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Well, i was bored and decided to do this for no reason, hope it provided a cool visual of a pure 100% lucky escape that would probably never have even the tiniest chance of working, but hey, its still pretty fricking sweet right?
If anyone else has some good prison escapes feel free to post.
** Edited by Talisman - Thank you for reading the posting rules, I touched up your post, please refer to some other great stories for writing ideas. Re-name your thread at your earliest possible convenience, please =)**
The scope narrowed his vision, he never heard the kill team sneak behind him, he barely felt the barrel of the gun slide between the mesh of his ghilie suit.
"Put your hands where I can see them, or have your head splattered on that oak tree over there!" a voice whispered in his ear.
That was two hours ago. He had been a POW for what seemed an eternity. Disarmed, watched constantly, inside the enemies stronghold, alone. He was embarrassed no one else was captured, unless they were being held elsewhere. He had a plan though, oh yes, two hours of watching supplies gave him more than enough information.
The guard near him kept a constant watch on the hallway outside the small musty room, back turned, confident that the docile prisoner was meek and not a threat - Wrong! Five minutes later, the patrol came by, and a minute later the cross patrol. In 20 seconds he would execute his plan.
He rose slowly, careful not to step into the light and disturb the shaft of light shining through the doorway, thus alerting the guard. He pulled out his knfie from the lining of his combat boot, they didnt get everything, now did they? A quick thrust.
"Shank!" he whispered. "CQC kill."
If his plan was to work he had to act fast.
As his enemy sank to the floor, he picked up his radio.
"Prisoner escape, west exit, west exit!" he boomed over the channel.
He dragged the body back into the room and waited, knife in hand, by the door. The two man patrol ran by, followed by the single man covering the eastern enterance. He quickly thrust out from inside the doorway into the mans side. Thats two down he thought as he dragged the other man into the room. He got up, and hoofed it to the east exit as fast as he had ever ran.
Once inside the frame of the outer door exit, he picked up a small rock. Waiting for the guard above him to turn in the right direction, he chucked the rock at a wooden support beam 30ft to his left, then sprinted to his right. Ahead he saw a trench, and dove in.
He ran along the trench, heart pounding, adrenaline screaming inside his pulsing veins, never looking back, not even as shots zinged past his head and ricocheted along the sides of the trench (by pure chance it was curved in the most convenient places). Up ahead he climbed out of the trench, and again headed east. Nearby was his team's forward outpost, he had made it. Free at last.
<----
Well, i was bored and decided to do this for no reason, hope it provided a cool visual of a pure 100% lucky escape that would probably never have even the tiniest chance of working, but hey, its still pretty fricking sweet right?
If anyone else has some good prison escapes feel free to post.
** Edited by Talisman - Thank you for reading the posting rules, I touched up your post, please refer to some other great stories for writing ideas. Re-name your thread at your earliest possible convenience, please =)**
