Slayshots - [scomiche]

Mission

"Mitch! Behind you!" Scott shouted through the rain of bullets. Mitch turned around and fired a few shots, the sniper fell on his back and droplets of blood leaked from the tower where he was positioned.

"We're surrounded!" Mitch shouted back. He saw Scott squatting behind a few iron boxes, bullets hit the surface several times but never got past through it. His right arm was wounded and he had difficulties when aiming but nonetheless he put down several enemies. Not for nothing they called him Death Shooter.

"I'll cover you, just go and get cover in that building over there. I'll follow afterwards!" Scott stared at Mitch, counted to three and yelled at him to go. Mitch wasted no time and started running, bullets hit a few inches away from his feet but never hit him. He was just pressing himself against the wall when an enemy shot him on his leg, Mitch cried in pain and quickly used his belt to make a tourniquet. He heard a big thump and saw that his shooter was taken down, Scott had shot him on the chest. Seconds later he was next to him.

"Is it fatal?" He calmly asked. The worst you do in situations like this was freak out.

"No, I'll survive"

"Do you think you can make it to the extraction area?" Mitch was feeling light headed but nodded anyways. "Good, now come on" Scott picked up his gun and put his arm around Mitch to help him.

They moved as fast as Mitch's leg would let them, round the corner and up the stairs. There was a thin bridge made of wood and metal that crossed from the building they were to the next one, Mitch spotted at least 4 enemies below waiting for someone to cross it.

"We're fucked" Mitch grunted.

"No, we're not" Scott looked inside his left pocket and found a grenade. "That'd be enough but we will have to be quick" He tore the safety apart with his teeth and threw it down, seconds later it exploded making both of them tumble back.

"We don't have much time go!" They crossed the bridge swiftly, a few shots were heard but none reached them. Once they were in the next building they took cover in the living room of the apartment.

"How did we end up like this?" Mitch sighed, his leg hurt a lot and he was glad once Scott lay him on the couch.

"Stupid Robert and his stupid clumsiness, all he had to do was take down ONE guard" Scott rubbed his temples, that fucker owe us a lot. Robert was the bait, the new one. He had to kill the guard who checked the cameras but when he did, he sent a table down the stairs making the rest of them know where Mitch and Scott were. "I'm going to kill him"

"If he isn't dead already"

"Right" Scott took out a map and laid it on top of the coffee table. "So we're here" He pointed at a small red circle that was surrounded by two buildings. "We need to get to the extraction area but we don't have much time, ten minutes top"

"Scott..." Mitch was already starting to loose consciousness, even though he had the tourniquet he was still loosing blood due to the effort of escaping.

"No. Mitch, don't pass out okay? You're going to make it. Hey!" Scott shook Mitch's head a little bit which caused him to open his eyes. "Good. Now, stay with me" Mitch nodded.

"I'm here"

"Okay you can't keep going like this. This is going to hurt but it will be easier to stop the bleeding" Scott looked into Mitch's eyes and took out his knife.

"Shit" Mitch muttered under his breath, he knew what was coming. "Just hurry up" Scott cut Mitch's pants where the wound was and came across a pretty awful mess. He opened his water bottled and cleaned the wound a little bit before inserting the tip of his knife in Mitch's leg. Mitch had to muffle a scream, in ten seconds the bullet was out and Scott was already making another tourniquet.