Post by Tex on Jan 28, 2008 2:37:01 GMT -5
Covert; Not openly practiced, avowed, engaged in, accumulated, or shown. Concealed, secret, disguised.
1610 Hours
Operation: Market Garden 2
Large, fluffy flakes fell from the sky, landing upon the backs of the two covert operatives. They lay belly down in a mound of perfectly white snow. As time passed, they shared a glance; instinctively, they both knew what to do. Quickly, they rose; powder which had accumulated on their ghillies blew off in a gust of wind.
Methodically, they made their way through the trees. The bulkier of the two leading, pausing at a large oak tree, raising his rifle, scanning the area ahead of them. The more limber of the two bound gracefully over a fallen log, approaching his comrade, tapping him on the shoulder as he moved onward.
Shortly thereafter, the bulky one rose, advancing silently, eyes continuously scanning the horizon. Soft snow compacted under his feet as he ran forth, tapping the white mound hunched behind a snowbank as he darted past. Finally coming to a rest 50yards from what was left of a small bunker to the North of them. As his partner slid to a stop beside him, they observed two silhouettes approaching the bunker from the North.
Brief, precise hand signals were exchanged silently as they dropped down in a small puff of snow. The bulky one scooted forward, crawling feverishly towards the broken wall of rock ahead of him. As he neared, he noticed two dark silhouettes approaching from the West; signaling for the fellow Americans to provide covering fire for him, he continued onward. As he crept closer, the sleek metal barrel of an M4 appeared around the edge of the bunker. Quickly he scrambled out of sight, rolling in the cold snow, remaining undetected. Suddenly shots rang out from the West; as rounds whizzed over his head, the barrel pulled back behind the safety of the bunker. Lowering his rifle, he quietly drew his Glock, steel shimmering in the run. and rose to his knees. As the bullets zipped inches over his head, the barrel appeared again, immediately he lunged forward, reaching out for the barrel. As his fingers wrapped around the barrel he thrust it down into the snow, swinging around with his pistol, firing two shots center mass into his enemy. Spinning back to his right in a whirl of white powder, he rose to his feet. Popping over the edge of the wall he placed a single round into the rifleman's head.
Wiping the red spray from his face, he sat down, back against the wall. Cold flakes landed on his face, melting immediately as he signaled for his reinforcements to move up. As the three rushed forth to join him, two figures appeared from the East, as well as three more from the North.
His three companions focused their attention to the North as he readied his rifle, pointing East. As he racked his bolt, loading a round into the chamber, gun fire erupted from behind him; his comrades had engaged the enemies to the North. Concentrating, he aimed carefully at one of the two approaching. Squeezing the trigger, all he felt was the recoil of his rifle as he stopped the German dead in his tracks. The second, seemingly un-phased by the death of his fallen companion charged forth, gun blazing in the marksman direction.
To the North, two of the Germans had fallen as the third lay bunkered behind a fallen tree.
Chambering another round, he takes aim at his charging adversary. His finger slowly tightens as he begins to squeeze the trigger. Suddenly, a round from the approaching foe strikes the barrel of his rifle, blowing it out of his hands.
As the last sounds of gunfire ring out to the North, he screams for back up. Just as his enemy slides his AK over the wall, his face erupts in blood as a round from the limber marksman pierces his left eye.
Stray rounds flew from his rifle as he fell to the ground, striking the unarmed marksman twice in the arm. Screaming, he sat slumped against the wall, calling out for a medic as his partner ran to his side.
Large, fluffy flakes fell from the sky, landing upon the covert operatives as they lay in the bright, blood soaked snow.
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Individuals include myself (Bulky Marksman), Mirage (Limber Marksman), Dead Prez and Osiris (backup from West), Infidel (German with AK).
Video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtC8s6ReYvU
1610 Hours
Operation: Market Garden 2
Large, fluffy flakes fell from the sky, landing upon the backs of the two covert operatives. They lay belly down in a mound of perfectly white snow. As time passed, they shared a glance; instinctively, they both knew what to do. Quickly, they rose; powder which had accumulated on their ghillies blew off in a gust of wind.
Methodically, they made their way through the trees. The bulkier of the two leading, pausing at a large oak tree, raising his rifle, scanning the area ahead of them. The more limber of the two bound gracefully over a fallen log, approaching his comrade, tapping him on the shoulder as he moved onward.
Shortly thereafter, the bulky one rose, advancing silently, eyes continuously scanning the horizon. Soft snow compacted under his feet as he ran forth, tapping the white mound hunched behind a snowbank as he darted past. Finally coming to a rest 50yards from what was left of a small bunker to the North of them. As his partner slid to a stop beside him, they observed two silhouettes approaching the bunker from the North.
Brief, precise hand signals were exchanged silently as they dropped down in a small puff of snow. The bulky one scooted forward, crawling feverishly towards the broken wall of rock ahead of him. As he neared, he noticed two dark silhouettes approaching from the West; signaling for the fellow Americans to provide covering fire for him, he continued onward. As he crept closer, the sleek metal barrel of an M4 appeared around the edge of the bunker. Quickly he scrambled out of sight, rolling in the cold snow, remaining undetected. Suddenly shots rang out from the West; as rounds whizzed over his head, the barrel pulled back behind the safety of the bunker. Lowering his rifle, he quietly drew his Glock, steel shimmering in the run. and rose to his knees. As the bullets zipped inches over his head, the barrel appeared again, immediately he lunged forward, reaching out for the barrel. As his fingers wrapped around the barrel he thrust it down into the snow, swinging around with his pistol, firing two shots center mass into his enemy. Spinning back to his right in a whirl of white powder, he rose to his feet. Popping over the edge of the wall he placed a single round into the rifleman's head.
Wiping the red spray from his face, he sat down, back against the wall. Cold flakes landed on his face, melting immediately as he signaled for his reinforcements to move up. As the three rushed forth to join him, two figures appeared from the East, as well as three more from the North.
His three companions focused their attention to the North as he readied his rifle, pointing East. As he racked his bolt, loading a round into the chamber, gun fire erupted from behind him; his comrades had engaged the enemies to the North. Concentrating, he aimed carefully at one of the two approaching. Squeezing the trigger, all he felt was the recoil of his rifle as he stopped the German dead in his tracks. The second, seemingly un-phased by the death of his fallen companion charged forth, gun blazing in the marksman direction.
To the North, two of the Germans had fallen as the third lay bunkered behind a fallen tree.
Chambering another round, he takes aim at his charging adversary. His finger slowly tightens as he begins to squeeze the trigger. Suddenly, a round from the approaching foe strikes the barrel of his rifle, blowing it out of his hands.
As the last sounds of gunfire ring out to the North, he screams for back up. Just as his enemy slides his AK over the wall, his face erupts in blood as a round from the limber marksman pierces his left eye.
Stray rounds flew from his rifle as he fell to the ground, striking the unarmed marksman twice in the arm. Screaming, he sat slumped against the wall, calling out for a medic as his partner ran to his side.
Large, fluffy flakes fell from the sky, landing upon the covert operatives as they lay in the bright, blood soaked snow.
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Individuals include myself (Bulky Marksman), Mirage (Limber Marksman), Dead Prez and Osiris (backup from West), Infidel (German with AK).
Video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtC8s6ReYvU
