OPERATION CRUSHBALLS - Phase four.
The fourth sector of Cambria, another residential sector. Guns are loaded, equipment is fixed. Loins are girded.
Early on, Barry takes a round to the head. It does exactly three points of damage.
"Not helmet!" He crows. "All me!"
Ira actually managed to hit someone.
Mind you, I then told the silly cow to go prone and she ignored me, and got a shotgun blast for her trouble. Serves her right. She hasn't managed to kill a single enemy yet, when the men are into double figures. The female of the species is more deadly than the male, eh?
A brief but intense streetfight saw Malice take a pair of rounds to the chest. "Mon Deu, even my wounds are coordinated." He wheezed, sinking down behind a rock. "Tres chic."
Someone caught Grizzly with a lucky pistol shot from well out of range, but regretted it when a steady rain of return fire from Grizzly's Mini-14 whittled him down to dead.
Barry was easily the most valuable merc of the battle, dropping two enemies in one turn. One keeled over from a well-judged burst, three out of four bullets smacking home with a noise like a nun headbutting a side of beef.
The second was already wounded but closing in on Malice, as he fixed his wounds and made sure the blood didn't clash with his shirt. Barry let go an entirely unaimed shot and hit the baddie in the legs, bringing him down, and taking him out.
He went on to rampage up the street, putting a full 30-round mag of 5.56mm hollow-point ammo to good use before flanking the last enemy.
Caught in the crossfire between Grizzly's accurate aimed fire and Barry's haphazard bursts, the enemy soon died the death of a thousand lead slugs.
One to go!
In the debriefing period, Bull washed himself in human blood and used the enemy scalps as a towel, Grizzly stared fixedly away from Bull's naked body, Barry hummed the Hungarian national anthem and only sang the really violent bits, Malice tried on several new shirts and injected a 'regeneration booster' to bring his health back up, and Ira?
Ira unleashed the fury between picking pieces of buckshot out of her nipples:
I'm sure if we capture the mine in the next sector she'll simply spontaneously combust from pure anger.
And what did we get this time, kids?
Sod all really, but closer investigation (burglary) of the houses in the sector turned up some .38 ammo and a tool kit. Barry may be rubbish at fixing things, but he's cheaper than Porky.
Also recovered another Type 85 and another Thompson. Ira can have the Thompson, I suppose, as there's enough .45 ammo to go round, but the Type 85 I've no use for, and hardly any 7.62mm Warsaw Pact ammo for it anyway. That Glock 18 will be useful though. The best pistol in the game, eats 9mm ammo but can be fired in fully-automatic mode, and a nice 5-round burst tends to put most people right off.
Things were peaceful that night. The mercs had to share a house, as no sane person would go to sleep in the same building as Bull, but it was no hardship. Barry volunteered to go on stag, as he had a few hours fiddling with a landmine planned anyway. It was freezing in the house thanks to the many bullet holes letting in a draught, so the remaining four mercs shared a room for warmth, and dozed to the sound of plastic explosive being coaxed from a mine with savage chisel taps and Hungarian curses.
Malice sang Le Marseillaise under his breath, as Bull began to snore like a chainsaw.
Grizzly licked dry lips, and then nudged his friend. "Bull."
"Mmm?" The man-mountain's face creased as he began to wake.
"Do you...do you want to...make love?" Grizzly barely breathed the words.
Bull's eyes snapped open. "Sure. I need another one."
Grizzly's eyes went wide and he began to tremble. Another one? Another one?
He was dizzy with jealousy and excitement in that instant. Bull rose and began to paw at his clothes. "Here it is."
Grizzly's face froze in shock. A glove landed in his lap. "So." Bull hocked up some phlegm and spat, and the green blob hit the wall and stuck there. "How do you make a glove then? Because I do need another one."
"Er, no. No, I said, make-"
Gunfire rang out in town, and M-Team scrambled into action, with Grizzly bringing up the rear, tears of frustration running down his face.
Back in the school sector, back to using the wall as cover:
It works well, although Barry gets overconfident and wanders out beyond the wall and gets shot, twice.
The enemies are quickly taken care of, with bushes coming a distant second to stone in the bullet-stopping stakes.
A few enemies hide out on the other side of the school, but it does them no good, the wall is there for my mercs to hide behind.
And Ira picks up her first kill:
After the battle, everyone goes to bed feeling happy and safe, except for Grizzly, who strings the corpses up from trees and literally beats the shit out of them.