Robert, John and Andrew trudged through the deadly mountains only equipped with combat knifes and their guns but luckily came out without a scratch. "Delta Squad? Can you read me? Over!" shouted Robert desperately into his walkie-talkie but all he could hear was crackling in the receiver. "They're gone." said Andrew harshly. On the verge of tears, Robert dropped to the ground, dirt floating around him. "Why did they have to die?!" screamed Robert into the sky. John, concerned, walked over to Robert, crouched down and patted him on the back. "They did a great job protecting the General's base. Without them, General Redburn wouldn't have escaped." John said calmly.
Suddenly, a loud whoosh went right past John's head. "SNIPER!" shouted Andrew. His heart beating very fast, Robert dived behind a large rock while John, unscathed, and Andrew went prone and dragged themselves into cover. "Give me some ammunition!" asked Robert to his squad mates. Andrew reached into one of his vest pockets, felt for a magazine among other items, grabbed one and threw it over to Robert. Unfortunately, Andrew panicked and threw it 2 metres away from where Robert was. "No!" exclaimed Andrew, sweat pouring down his rough face. In an act of desperation, Robert dived over to the magazine, jammed it into his gun and started firing into the mountain ranges. Seeing what he was doing, Robert and Andrew reluctantly did the same and started firing where Robert was.
The sniper chuckled while inserting a .50 caliber bullet into his gun, saying in a thick Russian accent "Stupid Americans, there's no way to get past me..............".
No comments:
Post a Comment