RPG:Freedom Fighters (Page 5 of 5)

(I'm really sorry I haven't posted in a while.)

      Patrick could hear the distinct sound of attack helicopters in the distance. He knew he needed to get out of there quick. Patrick peeked around the corner of the building. Black smoke poured from the destroyed BTR T. Patrick could hear the yells of a Russian commander over gunshots. He saw the commander shoot a fleeing conscript. Patrick was horrified. He reloaded his MP-5 and peeked around the corner again. There were about seven Russians left plus a crippled BTR T. The sound of helicopters grew louder in the distance. Patrick breathed in, popped a smoke and threw his other satchel bomb under the BTR T. All attention was turned upon him. He narrowly avoided his own death, but he still wasn't safe. A few seconds later the BTR T exploded. taking out a nearby soldier. Patrick could hear the rebel on the other side open fire on the turned backs of the Russians.    There were three left that Patrick counted. And the sound of the copters still grew louder. Patrick knew he needed to get out of there quick.

“If it means it leads to our deaths…..I think it does.  They’re not fighting for anything, except maybe their next food ration card.  As long as we’re the only hope this city has, I think chances with the security or this place are the last thing we should be taking.”

As Mitch looked at Blackmoon, the Special Ops officer breathed out a fair amount of fragrantly pungeant cigar smoke. His gaze at the young freedom fighter was mildly approving.

"Kid's got it right, Kados. In my line of work, following your gut's the least likely way to get knifed in yer sleep. I think you should tighten up security, especially with your operations getting more of Ivan's attention."

“Thank you, both of you. I trust you both, and value your advice. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hit my bunk. We've got a big day tomorrow."

“Roger that Major; night.”

Stepping out of the Major’s room, Mitch and Blackmoon walked side-by-side toward the main chamber of the hideout. 

“Didn’t expect you to back me up about the civies Captain.  You got more brass then I gave you credit for.”

“You called it.  We’re the only fighting force left in this city.  We can’t jeopardize our presence, no matter how noble the reasons might be.”  Snubbing out the butt of his cigar into the concrete wall, Blackmoon stopped and turned to the younger man.  “It’s gonna be hairy tomorrow.  Keep your head down.”

“You do the same army.”

With that, they headed for their quarters, and hoped they could rest some before the next day’s work began.

*TIME TRAVEL.....TIME

So as to get the action underway, I’m advancing the timeline to just prior to the attack on the Red supply depot.  The attack is taking place in the evening twilight.  Setting is a large, flat compound surrounded by chainlink/razorwire fence with guard towers.  Several apartment buildings on all sides *that’s what this was before the Red’s bulldozed the area*  Red snipers are stationed in many of the surrounding buildings *coughSevcough*  Starting positions for the FF will vary depending on your job.  Snipers will be working to get into position in the surrounding buildings where the Red snipers are *coughpossiblemeetingscough* or other good spots.  Main force should wait for WV to post, you can stick with him as I will

Hope this is all ok WV.  A_A was on my back    I can edit anything here if you need me to*

I'm not going yet, but its good by me, Ralin.

Patrick reloaded his MP-5. There were only a few soldiers left, but Russian Hind Attack Choppers were getting closer every second. He didn't have much time. He needed to grab this rebel and take him back to the base. Patrick peeked around the corner. The Russian commander looked quite formidable. Patrick tried to see if he could signal to the rebel, but he didn't see him and the Russians just saw him. A hail of bullets whizzed passed Patrick. Patrick popped out of around the corner and took out one of the Russians. He recounted. "Wait, weren't there three?" Patrick said to himself, "Oh, crap," Patrick said. "Drop your weapons!" the Russian Commander yelled. Patrick stood up and dropped his MP-5 and Beretta. The Commander stepped up to Patrick, and his remaining soldier stepped up behind to apprehend Patrick.

      Patrick smiled and nodded his head. He flipped around and grabbed the startled Russian's weapon. "Now!" Patrick yelled. The Russian Commander raised his weapon, but was shot from the behind. Patrick took out the soldier he was fighting with.
     
      "Welcome to New York, friend, the name's Patrick. What's the reason these soldiers want to take you out so bad?" Patrick said to the Russian rebel who had just saved his life.

Griffin as he ran out into the street noticed the soldier in the black stealth suit had been caught while trying to reload. bastard russians. Griffin lay in wait to see if he could anything just out of sight of the russians, but to make sure that The rebel could see him. Then all Griffin saw was the rebel swing around and grab the russian soldiers weapon, the russian captain raised his makarov to shoot the rebel but was startled when he shouted 'NOW!' with that griffin darted forward from his hiding place and shot the russian officer squarely in the back of the head. his body slumped on the floor, while the rebel snapped the russian soldiers neck.

Griffin approached the rebel who had welcomed him to new york, his name was Patrick. together they had just destroyed a unit of the best russian Armored infantry. He could trust him.
"Nice to meet you sir, Names Neil, Neil Griffin....and these where my ex comrades <Indicating to the amount of corpses around him> I was with the British 1st parachute regiment. Came to new york to see if i could stop these rusks from taking the dam world into communism. And there pretty pissed i left, kinda borrowed one of there helicopters too" as they turned to get away from the approaching helicopter attack. Griffin said one more thing. "By the way, Thanks for the help. you where immense back there"

You know, I don't think I want to join now. But this is still a great R.P.G. !

Patrick was lying in the cover of a half collapsed building. He had found a perfect spot in the wreckage that had a complete visual of the Russian compound. Patrick was with Griffin. Apparently, Commander Kados had become suspicious of new recruits. "I guess I can't really blame him, though," Patrick muttered to himself, watching Griffin out of the corner of his eye, "Griffin had just 'escaped' from the Russians. Who knows, he might actually be a spy."

      Patrick turned back, just as Kados and issued the attack command. Patrick picked his first target. A sniper in a high-rise....

(Does anybody still want to post here?  I’ll try to get it rolling again if so)

Eric stayed low with Major Kados and Mitch, waiting for the order to charge. 

The major kept checking his watch, waiting for the moment when the snipers would open fire.

“It’s going to be a long day” Kelborn thought, butterflies in his stomach and sweat in his palms.