Arma waved the boys to follow him. Max conversed with Arma.
" Where are we going sir?"
" Where? to the sixth fleet. You are going to liquidate this man."
Arma gave Max a foot-long folder.
A bald, bespectacled medium built man. An easy target for a double tap on close range.
"This guy's a black wing scientist, until he got informed that some private chemical terrorism groups funded them better than Uncle Sam."
They went back to the humvees, and once they went past the mile-long underground highway, the compound wall entered into view.
Max pondered fast. All the snipers in Doha are decorated military operators. But they are the most senior enlisted personnel the base can spare.
The humvees went out the compound gate. Then a explosion rocked the moving convoy, BOOOOOMM!!, grenades lobbed above the compound wall's adjacent building erupted, and fell like dead explosive birds.
RPGs rained down on the american made vehicles. Then the bark of the hummer's .50 cal barked in response. Max, Jay and Arma took the nearest guns they can find. Max picked up an M4a1 with holo sights, Jay and Arma both received M16s with ACOG sights from the cowardly seargeants refusing to fight back.
Max went out and fired beside the humvee's hood, shooting from the hip.
Max aimed down the carbine, and he's got a target, a shadow behind the window of the building housing the unknown attackers. He pressed down on the trigger, PAKK!! PAKK!!, he then shifted away, looking for more.
Jay layed down cover fire from behind the windows of the humvee, Arma followed suit.
" We need to get out of here! This isn't our priority." Arma shouted to Max, then tapping the driver hardly on the back, telling him to drive away. Max mounted up again, so did the other marines who bravely fought back. No humvee was hit, no casualties, just craters and bullet holes in the ground.
Whoever this guys are, they don't know what shit they're into.
