Metalheadz

Panama Mission

A glare came off of the scope of a fine rifle that is going into battle for the first time upon the ridge. The air was cold as my rifle in my hands as I stared at the glare of shootist M40A sniper rifle that our friend Guarddog custom made for all of us. I always will have my HK Assault rifle that survived for almost 3 years along with my dual Berettas that he made more accurate than most. Preacher always loved his 3-round burst AR-15 that had a holographic sight and used armor piercing rounds along with his small Mac10 SMG with no improvements at all. Cowboy is trying out his new shotgun shells that destroy man and turn them into Spicy Cajun sausage. Guarddog had his Smith & Wesson .500 since back in Singapore and he never let it go of it since. We've been on this drug farm full of Coca plants, weed plants, poppy fields, and over 30 meth labs under this God forsaken place called Panama. "Yo, Leader," I heard over the comms, "when are we going in to kill this prick." Cowboy has been and will impatient on a mission that takes over 2 weeks to accomplish. "When he gives us a right opportunity to strike" I replied. We waited for another hour or so to see if the bastard would come out of the mansion that was probably built off of the drug money this asshole puts out on our streets. Preacher hummed us a hymn that he thought beautiful. "Glory, Glory hallelujah" he always said that at church. "Today's Thursday, Preach" Guarddog never was religious. Preacher kept on humming his tune he had in his head until. "Lots of activity near the barn near you, 'Dog" shootist said. I know would have peeked into see what's going on in the barn. "Bunch of guys coming out of the cellar" he told us. I signaled Cowboy and Preacher to go to the mansion and to be there when the bullets fly. I ran as fast as I can to be near the barn and help out Guarddog. "It's Noah's personal guards and Donnie Dugan" I heard 'Dog over the comms. I reached 'Dog a few minutes later crouched behind the barn all red with no livestock near by. "What took you so long?" 'Dog was always funny. "I was getting them hot lead for dinner" I replied. 'Dog smirked getting his gun to blow some holes in somebody . "Alpha. X-ray. Charlie. GO!" I ordered all of us to begin attack the farm. I could heard​ bullets flying over near the mansion that sounds like that we're winning that fight. Now it's are turn. 'Dog rushed in and took out 2 men with his favorite knife and 5 others with his giant gun. I followed hearing the screaming of bullets flying by my head. 6 men with gibbed in front of me by Shootist's 7.62mm hollow points. Noah shot at us missing only a few bullets while Dugan took on 'Dog hand to hand. They both crashed through the barn that had old and weak boards. I went after Moria that left while I looked at 'Dog's fight with Dugan. He went to his truck that was custom made to protect against small arms. Not explosives. Shootist shot 2 more guys that chased me. Thank God one of them had a RPG. I grabbed the heavy weapon and aimed it at the moving target. He was going to fast for me to shoot him. 'Dog was covered with blood that was both his and Dugan's. He grabbed the RPG from me and aim at where he's going to be. He waited for the right moment. A scream came out of the rocket that propelled it self towards Moria's truck. 'Boom'. The truck flipped twice and finally hit a lucky tree. Preacher saw the explosion came out of hell and back. Cowboy rushed to secure the truck with Preacher on his ass. 'Dog and I went to help them out with the fire still burning. Another explosion went off from the truck. We all saw it blow higher into the sky. "No one could have survived both explosions​" 'Dog said. I know 'Dog was always right on deaths. He lost all of his blood kin.