Operation: Explosive mirrors

Rendezvous

Shawn's Pov
       I looked across the open field, archer commented "lot of open ground" I replied "not much cover" sledge said "let's go then" Mira asked "where's the rv?" I pointed across the large stretch of open ground "there, the task force should be there in the next 45 minutes" ash opened her mouth to speak as the sounds of dog's barking in the distance gathered our attention. I ordered "move, now!" As we started running. The dog's would be on us soon, I wanted to be across the field before the gunfight. We ran as fast as we could, trying to cover the 300 meter open field. The barking grew in volume as we reached the halfway point, I yelled "keep going!" As I glanced behind me and saw 3 German shepherds break into the field, they paused before noticing me. I smirked and said to myself "time to clock in" as I flipped my rifle to semi. Archer said "dogs incoming!" Mira yelled "listen to Tombstone! He knows what he's doing!" I spun and fell to a crouch when the dogs reached the 100 meter mark. 4 rounds tore from my barrel one after another as the dogs closed.
I stood and started running again just for rounds to snap past my heard, the zip tearing me back to the realm of reality. I spun and fired at the treeline not seeing any movement just trying to suppress the gunfire as I stepped backwards. Eventually the others joined the gunfight, archer radioed "in position in the treeline behind you, we'll cover you" i turned and started running. Rounds snapped past me both ways as the masks tried to hit me and my team did everything they could to keep the enemies heads down. As I reached the treelike I grabbed a tree trunk to spin quickly just to fall and grip my hand after a round hit my pinky knuckle. I hissed at the pain, struggling to keep the tears from leaking and the shout of pain from escaping. Mira noticed me fall and ran over she asked "where are you hit? Where are you hit!?" I lifted my right hand and showed the hole in my hand, she stared at it for a second before pulling the gauze from my med kit and the bandages and packing the wound before tightly wrapping my hand I hissed start the red hot pain.
I gasped at the pain as she said "just relax, we'll keep you safe" I pushed myself up and grabbed my 416 and said "never out of the fight. Archer! Where's that convoy?!" She yelled back "15 mikes out! I sighed and said "each got our own personal hell" as I pressed against the tree I had gotten shot at, I fired round after round grimacing at the pain as the recoil rocked in my grip. The masks started their way across the field, most in flat out sprint towards our position. The adrenaline rushed through my system numbing the pain as we dropped wave after wave of mask. They wanted to kill us so badly they started stacking bodies to give themselves some cover in the middle of the field, I heard sledge "think they're ready for the next wave?" I laughed before grimacing as Archer replied "they're legitimately making their own high ground" I shook my head no as Mira asked "got another law round?" I replied after a second "it's single use, only ever carry one round so if someone hits my bag I don't blow up" she nodded commenting "smart" I laughed.
       The gunfight resumed as the masks popped over their pseudo wall, we fired dropping a group on their face before their feet touched the ground again. I heard archer "7 mikes to reinforcements!" I sighed until I heard baseplate "be advised, a 2 ship of Hogs are enroute to provide support, on station in 2" I looked up at the sky before I heard ash "Tombstone get in the fight!" I shook my head and cleared my thoughts before returning to the fight. I pictured it like the range, targets moving, just need to hit them quick and accurately. I shot and shot not once seeing the target I was shooting but just paper cut outs. Eventually I heard the sound of a voice in my headset "This is Phoenix actual, we heard you boys were having a party. Got room for 2 more?" I keyed my radio and laughed "of course, we'll mark our position with smoke in 15. I need gun runs danger close south west to east north east" I heard Phoenix actual "rog" as I pulled the pink smoke from my belt and tossed it 20 yards down the tree line.
       Phoenix was heard once more "P.I.D. On friendly positions, strafe in 30 southwest to east northeast. How copy?" I radioed "solid copy" as the whistling of the jet engines on the two warthogs became louder before geysers of dirt kicked up along the mask line. I cheered as the second ship in the flight's strafe began. I mumbled "we might make it out of here after all" as the masks charged again, this time they were pushing hard. I sighed as we renegades and ISR radioed "enemy units converging on your position, over" Phoenix gave me more bad news "we cannot proceed with gun runs, enemies have closed to within minimum attack distance" I sighed as we engaged within 40 meters of each other. We traded fire relentlessly until a Humvee tore into the field and started engaging the masks, more and more vehicles entered the field on our side and quickly began engaging the masks. I slowly stepped out of cover and walked over to the humvee that parked between us and the mask force, I yelled over the sound of the m240 "Where's your commander?!" One of the soldiers, a specialist, pointed to the Ranger pointing and shouting. I walked over and noticed who it was "Sergeant major, nice to see you again" Ramirez looked at him and smirked "I thought I told you to stay out of trouble captain"
I rubbed the back of my neck and said "you know me, gambling always" he chuckled and said "you got a lot of people sent to pull you out, must be pretty important" I looked around seeing many different uniforms I asked "who's all this?" Ramirez said "KSK, Foreign Legion, SASR, SAS, Fsb sent some alpha group guys over. Delta was gonna send people but higher ups shut that down" I nodded slowly before asking "better get out of here eh?" He nodded and said "probably for the best sir" I keyed my radio "My group form up" we waited for them before climbing into one of the empty humvees. A young private was the driver, I looked over and asked yelling over the gunfire "you switched on kid?!" He nodded shakily as I switched to Ramirez's channel "let's get the fuck outta this shit hole" the convoy did a wide u and we began riding our way out. I looked back at the bruised and battered team as Mira asked "how's your hand?" I waved her off saying "I'll live"