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Post by Psychosis on Jun 30, 2006 10:15:14 GMT -5
I trudged up the stairs to the attic, while Donut came down and commented that we could use one more person upstairs... lucky me. We were defending the objective house until 1400 hours, when the beleaguered defenders would receive reinforcements and win the day, and only a few more minutes remained until we would be relieved.
"Knief, I'm out on ammo, can I borrow your M1911?" I had been stationed on perimeter defense, emptied my last magazine on a gaggle of OPFOR by a path of cars, and fallen back inside. He elected instead to lend me his M4 with a few spare magazines, and I moved towards the far window opposite of the stairway to cover the house. While I observed the exterior of the house...
THUD!
I was blasted in the back by a shower of projectiles. As I shouted "HIT, PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME AGAIN" and turned around in the throes of death, I could see that Knief had been more fortunate in being able to cover the stairs, see the opfor, and dive for cover behind a couch. However, his luck was about to run out. As he lay prone, swat1 charged up the stairs and opened fire. Knief countered with his M1911, but it was all for naught. He had been forced to shoot his weapon at a bad angle and all his shots went into a 2x4 behind swat, while himself taking a bullet to the arse. As my life was expended, my final thoughts were "damn they rushed us quickly-"
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Post by Knief on Jun 30, 2006 14:41:38 GMT -5
Great story. Look for my preface, which ought to cover the hour and a half leading up to Psychosis's story, soon.
Also, it wasn't an M1911, it's was Strayer Voight Infinity 4.3inch 2011. And, I hit a 2x4 directly in front of Swat, making it all the more bitter.
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