Rewind the clock
Few minutes ago...
Floyd: We have to go, NOW!
With an order rattling both Lehm and Chiquita, they could do nothing but obey the command.
Lehm: You got it boss. Hey rookie! Lead us outta here
Guard 1: Roger that!
Guard 1 then proceeds to exit the room, taking point for his squad and employer.
As they left the room and regrouped with Teams 4 and 5 by the SUVs, they heard the sounds of suppressed weaponry and the cries of pain.
Team 4 SL: Shit...looks like we're being hunted now...
Team 5 SL: By the militia?
Team 4 SL: No you "Dummkopf", why would a militia squad use suppressed weaponry and attack this dark? Hell they would've just surge in on our position right now.
Team 4 2IC: Heads up! Boss' comin' down.
Floyd and his security team linked up with Teams 4 and 5, Floyd immediately asked for a SIT-REP
Floyd: What's the situation down here?
Team 4 SL: Apparently sir, there's been sporadic gunfire erupting just outside the warehouse.
Team 5 SL: And outside is where Teams 2 and 3 was assigned to guard and lockdown. Bad part is
one of my boys just did a round by Team 2...*shakes head in dismay* the team was wiped out.
Floyd: Damn...I had high hopes for those in team 2.
Team 4 SL: What about us, sir?
Floyd: You better fucking know how to earn it...because I don't see any thing special about you nor your squad...
Floyd said in his monotone voice, making the SL feel "worthless"
Team 4: "Shit...", "tsk tsk tsk", "well...you played yourself lead"
Team 4 SL: Shut it you pricks!
Lehm: That's enough, kids *chuckles*. We got to get out of this warehouse, reach the vics, and drive to the port so we can get the hell out of this place.
Lehm being the oldest and former Delta that he is, organized the crew for an extraction to back to the port and leave Yemen with the goal of keeping Floyd in safe hands.
Then they heard a *Clang*
Lehm: Well shit, every one set?
The Crew: "Yep-yep", "All set here", "We're good here", "Mags are full"
Lehm: Chi?
Chiquita: I'm good here old timer. *smirks*
Lehm: (This woman...) Boss?
Floyd: Alright let's g-
??? : Bonfire, Ember Element, going internal.
*BASH* *THUD* The door was kicked down by the unknown hunters
Guard 1: They're here!
Lehm: Open fire! Keep them down!
Lehm ordered the other guards
*Bang Bang Bang*
*Blam Blam Blam*
*RAT-A-TAT-TAT*
The sounds of guns firing off at the door keeping their unknown assailants at bay...
Assault Rifles, SMGs, and LMGs
Then came a *Crack*, a shattered window. The crew's support gunner stopped firing his M249, the team are still preoccupied by the door, but some of them takes a look at their fallen support gunner. There he lies smoking 249 in hand, blood flowing from the jugular on the cemented floor.
Support gunner proceeds to cough up blood, growing pale, and unable to scream for help. He observes his area getting blurry, muffled, then it got darker, and darker...until it was pitch black.
Team 5 SL: Gomez!
The 5th Team's SL cried to his fallen gunner, but his cries just landed on the unresponsive corpse just few meters away from him.
Lehm: Darn it... WITHDRAW TO THE VEHICLES!
Lehm ordered the rest of the teams to head back to the SUVs while keeping close security to Floyd along side Chiquita and 3 other guards.
Team 4 SL: That's it! We're pulling back!
Team 4 2IC: You heard him guys! Back it up!
Team 4 Guard 1: Copy, pulling ba-
*Pop Pop Pop*
The guard was silenced before he could even finish his sentence
Team 4 Guard 2: Ah fuck! They got 4-3!
Team 4 SL: Schiesse! Double time it back! Get to the Vic!
Team 4: "Got it!", "Acknowledged!" "You got it boss!"
Team 4 2IC: Rex! Behind you!
The 2IC yelled to this squad lead, the SL turned and met a red laser pointed right at him wit a suppressed carbine aimed at his face.
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Jormungand And A Red Earth
Fanfic"Bonfire, Ember element, going internal" that's the response of a Cold Harbor team leader as a team of operators entered a warehouse somewhere in Yemen. Few minutes later, as the warehouse is secured they tagged the crates with an interesting name...
