*heave-ho*
the little impulse of Owen’s arms the dragon took up flight towards the city. Within a few secounds he gained altitute with each flap of his wings. Ben quench his eyes While Cris used his binoculars to watch him.
“Goddamn kid, your pet really flies.”
“Phyro. Better than some drones we had on Iraq.”
*adjust binoculars*
“He crossed the river. Owen Turn on the camera.”
“Right away, Cris.”
*click*
The boy hold up a small tablet to the group. The screen showed the Phyro dogging buildings but when the dragon tilted his head down only empty bulding and roads showed up.
“Fuck, are they hidding or something?”
*taps screen*
“Owen send him towards that open area…..The museum I think.”
“Phyro move up towards the place with statues.”
“(radio)Fuahah”
As he got near the museum more and more chatting could be capture. Ben, Cris and Mike reach closer to hear the noises.
“No doubt It’s them.”
“Wait….Can you hear that?”
*faint scream*
“Yeah I hear It too.”
*grabs shoulder*
“Owen Can you ask him tilt a little down”
“Sure thing.”
As the dragon tilt his head down and entered the open area they could see what was happening on the ground. for a better angle the little dragon rested on a nearby building to hide from their sights.
*screams*
“(Radio) LET ME GOOOOO!!!!!”
“(radio) Wrahhhhh”
Through the lens of Phyro’s camera they could finaly see what was happening. The space in the surroundings of the museum were filled with werewolfs. The roads were packed with them that they were walking almost shoulder to shoulder. Strangely enough some of them seemed to be trading weapons, jewelery and even food in ragged stands made from rotten wood and rusty metal bars. Unfortunely that was’nt the only thing they were trading.
“(radio) PLEASE LET ME GO!!!!!”
“(radio) PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!”
“(radio) Wraah? wraahah?”
The group hold their breaths and quenched his fist for what they were watching. The monsters were holding a woman in skimpy and rugged clothes on a hastly made podium. A bigger werewolf held her and started pointing a cleaver towards her thigh. The crowd cheered and trowing their belongings on the podium. The one holding Then preppers his clever for a strike on the desired body part. Mike covers Owen’s eyes.
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*teeeck*
“(radio) Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!”
*squesh squesh squesh*
“Owen call him back.”
“………Ok.”
“Phyro…….you can come back now.”
“(radio)Fuah.”
As Phyro moved away from the scene Mike uncovers his eyes. Owen put away his tablets and stares at Mike.
“Why did you cover my eyes, Uncle Mike?”
*pounds face*
“There….there are somethings a child should not see.”
“But…”
“Stick to my advice Owen…….This would affect the mission.”
The boy suddenly stops with his childish behavior.
“If you say so.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
Mike turns his back towards the boy that was waiting for his friend’s return.
“You saw that shit…..Haven’t you both.”
“I know It makes your blood boil but we need to clear our minds.”
“Fucking fed, you really don’t care about you people, do you?”
*grips*
“Listen here redneck….”
Mike grabs both of their shoulders and looked straight at their eyes.
“There will be no use in us to fight among ourselves……Focus your anger towards them…….Minimize casualties…….the more we talk less people we save…..Did you guys got that?”
“(smugly)Fine….Vet.”
“Said like a true veteran.”
As the minutes were ticking and the hostages were being slaughter they quickly formulated a plan of action. Cris opened up his map of Richmond and started giving out orders.
*taps map*
“We are here in the Stratford hills. Do you see theses two bridges, right?”
“Right on point tenent, so which one should we take?”
*tap*
“Take the closest one since we will push our heavy vehicles in the larger bridge.”
“Lure then out of buildings right?”
“With the sounds of thouses engines they would hear us from a mile away.”
“After that?”
“Rush to their flank towards the museum the victims will probably be there. They will be too preocupied with dealing with our main assault.”
“Coming with us?”
“Unfortunely not this, Mike. Have a brigade to command.”
“Godspeed, kid.”
“Thanks, vet.”
*engine starting*
With the plan settle they start moving into position. Ben rally his marksmans to overlooked the bridge from a wooded area on south bank of River James. Cris coordinated his tank and IFVs to the other side of the bridge stablishing an outpost to watch over the main avenue while being loud as possible. Finally Owen’s team and the rest of the hunters moved Northeast to a smaller bridge and waited for the main signal.
*turret moving*
“Owen heard anything?”
“No….Uncle Mike”
*fidget finger*
Although he did not look Owen in the eyes Mike holds Owen’s small hands.
“……Thanks…Un-”
“Shhhhhhh…”
*faint shot*
*radio static*
“(radio) Yes?”
“(radio) You can proceed. Move up to the interest point, Mike.”
“(Radio) Roger that.”
The vanguard APC and the military trucks rush towards the concrete duins of Richmond. Owen, Phyro and Mike Were in the turret of that vehicle with a sharp eye they search for possible treats to the convoy.
*bump bump*
“Hummm……Quite calm, see anything Owen?”
“No just junk.”
“To think this was the capital of a state.”
*juggle of liquid*
“Fuaaaah”
sizzle sizzle
“What’s the matter, Phyro?”
sniff sniff
“Beer….?”
As Mike heard that word he immediately reached for the radio
“(radio) Be aware all units, molotov ambush.”
“(radio) Roger that, vanguard.”
The hunters and soldiers aimed their weapons high towards the crumbed buildings.
“What’s a molo-”
*glass cracking*
“Owen get down now!!!!!!!”
He pushes the boy and the dragon down the turret while this was happening a wall of flames erupted behind the vehicle.
*radio static*
“(radio) Vanguard!!!!! Vanguard ambush from the right side!!!!! they coming from the buildings be careful!!!!!
*bullet ricochet*
“(Radio) Hold the position!!!! Use the barrels to force them out!!!!!!”
*radio static*
Mike drops the radio and grabs the charging handle of the 50. cal.
*racks handle*
“Like old times, huh.”
*pow pow pow pow pow*
The shots of the machine hit the rusted and decaying buildings lifting up a large quantity of smoke and powder. But Mike remained confident as he saw specs of red mist poping out of the blank smoke. He cleans the sweat out of his forehead.
*phew*
*pop pop pop*
“oh shit”
He ducks down the turret.
“Boys, put this thing in reverse we need to save our men!!!!”
“(muffled) Right away sir!!!!”
*vroooomm*
The APC passed without a scrat through the flames. Once again Mike pop out of the turret to shoot the 50 cal.
*pow pow pow pow pow pow*
*tick tick tick*
They drifted around the vehicle unfortunely some of them burned to a crisp alongside the cargo and people inside.
“Oh fuck.”