Post by sloth on Mar 3, 2012 3:30:15 GMT -5
Michael always hated these jobs on Warzone. He'd do them - they were worth quite a bit of money - but he never liked them. Old memories flashed up, especially on this kind of assignment. They were going into an enemy base using what the locals called the back door.
Meaning a liberal use of explosives.
Of course, that didn't mean that they would be put into the back, no, that'd be to fuckin' easy! No, they had to be dropped around twenty clicks out, then go in by car. At least they had a car. An old-world Dune Buggy fitted with a fifty cal gun on top. They were driving through streets, though, so they had it reinforced. The glass and the wheels, anyway. No protection from the dozens of mines and IEDs, though. They'd have to hoof it through the buildings to get past the explosives, since they all were connected at the top by bridges. "From the before times" they said. The buildings that weren't blown down, at any rate. They couldn't have any air support either, because of the SAM turrets all around. If they disconnected some of them, then maybe.
Michael sighed, securing his vest. It was looking like it was turning into a regular Bay of Pigs.
Michael walked out of the locker room and made his way towards the main vehicle bay, where his and his partner's ride was currently residing.
He slung his rifle, and secured his hat, walking past the guys here and there working on the cars and tanks that FUBAR had. Hell, this wasn't even the least of it. As of now, FUBAR had the power to go to war and win, then start another right after. He dodged sparks from welding torches and one random flaming wheel that a mechanic was chasing after, somewhat amusing Michael. Then he reached the Buggy, which was being refitted with the- that wasn't the fifty cal.
"Oi, what're you two doin'?!" There were two mechanics attaching some bizarre contraption that looked like the fifty cal, but a much bigger barrel. One of the mechanics looked up and smiled.
"Orders from Mike and Shaun, you guys are testing this out." Michael swore. He always liked testing the small stuff, but this? This would wreck their ride for sure!
Michael sighed, and jumped up onto the hood, taking out a pack of smokes. "Hey, you can't smoke in here!"
Michael sighed. "So sue me!" Michael lit his cigarette on a shower of sparks, and puffed several times.
He really, really hated these jobs.
He wondered who his partner would be on this job.
Meaning a liberal use of explosives.
Of course, that didn't mean that they would be put into the back, no, that'd be to fuckin' easy! No, they had to be dropped around twenty clicks out, then go in by car. At least they had a car. An old-world Dune Buggy fitted with a fifty cal gun on top. They were driving through streets, though, so they had it reinforced. The glass and the wheels, anyway. No protection from the dozens of mines and IEDs, though. They'd have to hoof it through the buildings to get past the explosives, since they all were connected at the top by bridges. "From the before times" they said. The buildings that weren't blown down, at any rate. They couldn't have any air support either, because of the SAM turrets all around. If they disconnected some of them, then maybe.
Michael sighed, securing his vest. It was looking like it was turning into a regular Bay of Pigs.
Michael walked out of the locker room and made his way towards the main vehicle bay, where his and his partner's ride was currently residing.
He slung his rifle, and secured his hat, walking past the guys here and there working on the cars and tanks that FUBAR had. Hell, this wasn't even the least of it. As of now, FUBAR had the power to go to war and win, then start another right after. He dodged sparks from welding torches and one random flaming wheel that a mechanic was chasing after, somewhat amusing Michael. Then he reached the Buggy, which was being refitted with the- that wasn't the fifty cal.
"Oi, what're you two doin'?!" There were two mechanics attaching some bizarre contraption that looked like the fifty cal, but a much bigger barrel. One of the mechanics looked up and smiled.
"Orders from Mike and Shaun, you guys are testing this out." Michael swore. He always liked testing the small stuff, but this? This would wreck their ride for sure!
Michael sighed, and jumped up onto the hood, taking out a pack of smokes. "Hey, you can't smoke in here!"
Michael sighed. "So sue me!" Michael lit his cigarette on a shower of sparks, and puffed several times.
He really, really hated these jobs.
He wondered who his partner would be on this job.