Weasel

part 8

Weasel was running down a road inside a warehouse district. He dropped an empty magazine from his AK. He looked up at a White Mask, aiming a grenade launcher at him. He managed to aim and fire two rounds, but the Mask fired first, shooting near him as a bullet hit his hand. Weasel was knocked down from the blast but crawled for a couple of seconds before laying down.

Weasel: Ouch.

Issac: Weasel!

He looked up and cleared his nostrils as Issac and a man in a WWI era trenchcoat and gas mask ran towards him. They helped him up as they looked to see a man running and screaming while on fire and Charcoal walking behind him laughing.

Charcoal: I'll be honest, my friends, I forgot why we are here.

Issac: We were supposed to secure a weapons shipment, but someone encouraged our new German friend here to beat people with a shovel.

The man in the gas mask looked at Issac as he put a bloodied trench shovel away.

Weasel: That's what I like about this guy. Does he even speak English?

Issac: Don't fucking care we are in the middle of a gunfight and I don't want Nokk getting mad at me cause I got shot while standing out in the open.

Issac moved to cover as Weasel and the German stood in the middle of the road.

Weasel: Alright, my friend, I forgot your name, but we still got jackass's to shoot.

Man: Krieg.

Weasel: Oh yeah.

He ran to a building and began climbing to a window. Inside were three White Masks scrambling to load up a truck with weapons. Weasel opened the window, tossing a flashbang and then climbing inside. He jumped down, landing on the mask, loading the truck. He shot the other two, the mask he was on tried grabbing a gun until Weasel grabbed him by his mask, taking it off, then slashing his face and letting him go. The man yelled in pain as he crawled away from Weasel, but Weasel followed him and pressed the spikes on his boots into his leg. He took another step into his lower back, then stomped the back of his head and smiled as he walked away. He walked outside and saw a truck driving away, but Krieg fired at it, taking out the tires as Issac killed the driver.

Issac: Is anyone else trying to drive off?

Weasel: There were some trying to sneak away in here, but I dealt with them.

Issac: Good, we should be done with this now.

He turned around as a Mask was holding an ax and was swinging it at Issac. Weasel aimed his rifle as Issac raised his gun, but Krieg impaled the mask with a bayonet on his rifle. He pulled the mask sideways and slid the knife out, and stabbed the mask again. Issac let out a sigh of relief as Charcoal walked over with his flamethrower on his back and his rifle in his hand and looked at Issac, then Krieg. A second truck broke through making an attempt to get away. Weasel ran towards it as they drove towards everyone. Krieg and Issac shot at the driver until Weasel grabbed the side and crawled in the back. White masks shot back at him as he ducked down.

Charcoal(Radio): Weasel, turn the truck around.

Weasel: Got it!

He shot through the back window then dove in. He grabbed the wheel and turned the truck as he elbowed and punched the two Masks inside. Weasel looked up to see Charcoal and Krieg aiming at them, and he screamed as he ducked down. Bullets tore up the Masks, their seats, and the engine, and the truck came to a stop. Weasel looked up at them, giving them a thumbs up.

Weasel: Nice one, lads.

He reached to open the door and shoved a body out as well. He crawled out l, wiped glass and blood off him.