Redamancy ✷ Simon Riley

Chap 7)

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Simon, Bravo Team and the remainder of Alpha Team had successfully secured the crash site with the assistance of air support.

Armoured trucks were obliterated to jagged shreds of metal. Black suffocating smoke emitted into the clean air and was definitely toxic to healthy lungs if inhaled in close proximity.

The AQ armour-plated vehicles that had tried to eliminate the team of adroit soldiers inside the permanently unmoving helo were smoke-stained and dented brutally beyond recognition.

They weren't the formidable burnished trucks that were meant to make foes and innocent civilians shiver in absolute fear and trepidation. They were no longer launching heavy rounds of burning gunfire at their desired targets.

The conveyance that once gave them the advantage to eradicate the marines was undoubtedly destroyed by a hovering power machine that was installed with bulletproof transparent glass and exterior walls that would be able to handle extreme amounts of penetrative firing.

The soldiers, Soap and Lieutenant Riley himself could finally lower their bullet-filled weapons that were aiming out the helo windows and into the tree line.

It was all clear of AQ soldiers, for now.

Simon hadn't personally witnessed one of the marines being shot between the eyes. He had only heard the rapid whizz of a bullet go through the air and pierce the soldier's skull. He had stepped back from the circular window he was shooting out of and spun around just in time to see the uniformed man collapse to the floor with a thud.

Then his surprised eyes darted to Poppy who had been standing next to the once-breathing marine.

Her countenance was visibly coated with painted shock. It had not been foreseen or expected. It was entirely unanticipated and had occurred so fast. Her vibrant chrysoprase eyes were glassy and her pupils had expanded like a cat spotting a chirping bird outside soaring merrily by.

The perceptible blood was palpable and livid on her complexion. A misted splatter had belligerently belaboured the side of her face which Ghost knew meant Poppy had been close to the marine to have that much on her exposed temple and cheek.

Her once-pressed-together lips were now parted as she craned her head and peered down at the deceased soldier lying supine on the floor. His eyes were wide open showing his cerulean irises and onyx-enlarged pupils.

They looked like glass as they stared up at the helo ceiling unblinking. His arms were immobile by his sides while a small path of blood rolled down the side of his head and disappeared in his dark hair, staining it.