Girls Frontline: Echelon: 463

mission 5

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The 2nd carriages door slammed down onto the ground, soldiers blasting the trio back out.

"Wait, where the springfield model!?" one of the soldiers yelled. Suddenly, the door opened to the 3rds carriage door opening at the same time. A barrel pointed straight toward the soldier in the middle of the hall from the other train aimed toward her. With a loud crack, the soldiers head snapped backwards in a storm of mechanical parts spewing out of her skull, crashing onto the ground, a steel bolt chambering another bullet from springfields rifle. Suddenly, the door closed in front of her, and Kalash and Thompson lept out to spray down the defenders with showers of lead. The soldiers jumped back behind the benches on the side of the train, but one was not so lucky.

Abraham sprinted forward, as the soldier reloaded a fresh magazine, but was met with a set of knuckles to the face. He recoiled and threw the rifle off to the back of the train. She leapt forward, attempting to punch Abraham in the gut, but was deflected away. Abraham grabbed her by the arm and slammed it to the side of the wall with an accompanied scream from the soldier.

"Go! I don't know how long I can hold her down for!" He yelled. Kalash and Thompson ran past him, Thompson tilting her hat back to him in gratitude. "Alright, just me and you, one on one. Lets see if my old Taekwondo skills can hold up." He raised two fists in line with each other, and slid his right foot backwards, to create a L shape with his body. He waved the soldiers toward himself, and she complied with an enraged yell and raised fist. He dodged the fist, and shot his right leg toward her ribs, crashing her to the side of the train car. She got up slowly, and suddenly a clear bottle flew toward his face and partway hit his fist. She charged forward this time with a frontal kick, but Abraham side stepped and landed a meteoric blow from a spinning side kick from his right side straight into her left forearm. She countered with a left gloved punch to his face, but was denied success, and met with a right fist to the gut. She stumbled backwards, and attempted to land another hit, but her face planted into the ground, into zero movement. Abraham carefully walked over the body, and picked up the assault rifle she had dropped, clicking a fresh magazine into the magwell of it. Suddenly there was a massive shockwave through the train, and smoke erupted from the side of the train past the carriages.

Alright. If the plan should be working out by now, then springfield should be on top of the train, and she has completed her part.

5 minutes before the break in to the train carriage.

"Alright, here's the plan I've come up with. Springfield is going to shoot through the carriages and kill whoever is in the middle of the seats. Then once the doors close, me, thompson, and kalash will go through. Finally, this is the hardest part, that i've entrusted to you, Springfield. With the explosives that we found from one of the soldiers, you will climb over the train, and blow your way into the Ammunition supply carriage, thereby causing a distraction. From there, we should be able to reach you by then, and we can take down the bastard who caused all of this. Can you do it?"

Albeit reluctantly , she nodded. "It's no problem. I will just need some time to activate the explosives." The group nodded in agreement to the plan, and Kalash, Thompson, and Abraham set off to save the commanders carriage. Springfield, waited a moment, sighed a breath, and kicked open the door. Suddenly, both doors aligned open, and springfield clicked her pistols trigger, and the soldier in her direction fell to the ground. She ran out the door before it closed, and the alignment ended. She braced herself for the wind, but the massive gust that had denied them earlier had dissipated into a string wind, and little snow to fall. She took a momentary breath, and leaned over the fast moving rails to climb on the carriages ladder. She reached the top of the carriage as a quick gust of window hit her face with sheer cold. She brushed it off, and climbed over the top, and began to slowly walk over the top of the moving train. After some snow had dissipated, rails appeared on the top, and she grabbed onto them, slowly crawling along. Suddenly, she heard gunshots from beneath her, and a sudden slamming noise.