Spencer dashed to the single fallen bike that was still operable. Shoving the remainder of the corpse off of it, he mounted up and tore back towards the convoy. "Be advised, friendly aboard enemy vehicle." He spoke coldly into the walkie to anyone still coherent enough to listen. He blazed in wide circles around the convoy, firing at the spread-out tangos. A round of buck seared across his leg at the shin. Still he rode on, shotgun blazing.
I slap on the all channels switch not caring if the enemy had CB's on. "All groups check in. Over." I said gripping the radio and the steering wheel. I was getting more irritated as I could not do anything but drive right now. If I could just get one shot with my Jackhammer they could be off our asses. I was closing in on the 18th speed on my gear shift and this damn truck was still running with me. I had to get the damn grappling hook off us and run the bastards off the cliff.
Helena turned when the shot missed her. She had just reloaded the shotgun, and she turned and fired directly at Abigail. Shot hit her in the chest and she fell backwards toward the back end of the carrier.
Helena turned when the shot missed her. She had just reloaded the shotgun, and she turned and fired directly at Abigail. Shot hit her in the chest and she fell backwards toward the back end of the carrier. Abigail stumbled pain racked her chest. She slammed hard on the open hatch then fell backwards landing hard on her spine. She looked over at Drake and raised her gun fired again at Helena the shot flew past her face and shattered the carriers driver window. The Van Haar waiting by her Jeep drove up and jumped out kicking drake across the face. He helped Abigail up who again fired at Helena the shot thudded across the back of her seat. Abigail glared menacingly into Helena’s eyes and once again entered the carrier pistol poised forwards.
Now that the stubber was unjammed, Artie was free to shoot at that truck. This time he had experience, and the best in the game coaching him through. He acted as a man possessed, pulling the trigger as far back as possible, releasing doom into the enemies. Following the Captains orders, he fires at the truck first. The truck skids a little after taking a couple direct hits. It didn't seem like the driver was hit, only panicked briefly, just enough time for a concentrated effort into the space the waste of flesh once occupied. The new tenant was a bunch of dust. The truck was demolished.
"...check in. Ove.." Gaston heard the staticy message as he sped back to the convoy. "Gaston, here," he said into his walkie-talkie. "Ambushed by Van Haar, what's your situation?"
Helena had no time to reload the shotgun. She dropped it and drew her pistol from her belt, quickly released the safety, took aim as best she could through the blood smeared goggles, and fired again at Abigail. "Just die B****!"
Helena had no time to reload the shotgun. She dropped it and drew her pistol from her belt, quickly released the safety, took aim as best she could through the blood smeared goggles, and fired again at Abigail. "Just die B****!" Abigail looked wide at Helena fired missed then saw Helena take her pistol in hand and fired. Abigail saw the bullet grace her eye moments before the back of her head exploded in a shower of blood and she fell limply backwards and dead.
Hawke came too and crawled back to the roof of the truck front grabbed the Van Haar trying to board and yanked him out. The warrior fell to his death as the gigantic wheels crushed his body violently as the man screamed over the blazing of gunshots. Slowly he pulled himself back into the cockpit and back onto his front passenger seat. Blood covered the chair as he sat down and pulled out a bandage from the first aide kit. He tied it around his leg tight. The white bandage soon became red. Hawke took out more clips for his Desert Eagle from his pack. Then replacing the old clip for another he turned to David. “We’re still grappled.” He managed to say before he blacked out from the pain again.
Seeing the van headed for them, Sadie couldn’t help thinking facetiously, Here we go again. Her seatbelt was already off and she was kicking at her passenger-side door, which was once again stuck, when the van slammed into them head on, sending the truck careering through the snow. The icy gale howled around Sadie and Gask, mixed with the distant sound of gunfire. Finally she got the door open, but it swung violently on its hinges and rammed back into Sadie’s foot, sending pain lancing up her leg. She hissed, but tried not to move her leg or the door would shut. Behind her, she sensed Gask wrestling with his own seat belt and a moment later felt the warm weight of the Orlock throwing them both from the cab. For the second time that evening, Sadie was flung headfirst into a frozen pile of snow. She rolled a few metres, head over feet, feeling the cold sear her chest and gasping for breath. When her head stopped spinning she was shivering, wet and disorientated. Reaching for her gun, she tried to get her bearings; their truck had slid to a stop a few feet away, curled around the van that had rammed it. It looked like once again they were facing Van Haars. Seeing Gask lying nearby, looking much the way Sadie felt, she couldn’t resist giving him a lopsided grin. “Told you it was a bad sign.”
"Gaston...Ambush..Situation..." I watched as Artie finally got rid of the truck next to us. I watched the speedometer and it began to fall from 50mph. I looked in the rear side mirror and the grappling hook was still in the trailer and now I was dragging a dead truck along. "Somehow somebody get that grappling hook outta the damn trailer," I yelled to anyone in my team listening. I heard Gaston answer back and I grabbed the radio again. "Gaston, Where are you, Van Haar are stuck on the Behemoth but where are you," I blurrted in the CB. I looked over at Hawke who had blacked out. Dammit these guys are beating us again.
Merle decided not to wait for an okay from the guy. Merle moved near the front seat and passed Ever as he heard many call her, he would go outside the opposite of what was happening. "Hello there pretty lady," the bird said. Merle wonder out of the window and carefully place himself on top of the roof. It was hard to keep his balance on the slippery roof especially with the ramming going on. But he only needed the balance for a moment. Soon he was going to hi-jack. He stood up perfectly and let his bird half fly into the sky. The bird companion landed on the rail of the jeep. "Well hello sirs may I make an important request that you no longer ram our carrier," the bird said. One of the men went to stare back at the bird, but found a hoop ring slice through his head. Suddenly all the men in the jeep became alert and aware.
I put as much weight as possible on the hammer and I was in 17th gear. I could not get this damn truck off. "Artie get this f***ing grappling hook outta the damn trailer," I yelled at Artie. I looked over at Hawke and pat him a bit. "Hawke sir wake up, I can't I need ya ta stay awake man," I said to him trying to wake him up and keep the truck steady. I also waited for a response from Gaston hoping he was ok.
"Artie get this f***ing grappling hook outta the damn trailer," I yelled at Artie. "You got it." Arthur jumped to the trailer and worked frantically to pull the grappling hook out of it. There was no give, making it extremely difficult to detach from the spot it claimed. Not to mention it was sharp as hell, the hook cut through his glove on the first attempt. The second attempt went more swimmingly, as he was able to dislodge it from the truck. He nearly fell off the truck doing this, and saw a Van Haar making his way with bad intentions for the Roughneck. Arthur pulled his nail gun, but was struck before he could use it on the cowboy raider. He was knocked off balance by the blow, struggling to hold on to the truck and the nail gun at the same time. The Van Haar drew closer, stretching an arm out with a pistol, ready to dispose of him. He had to think quick, so he swung his arm in a backhand motion inside of the Van Haar's outstretched arm, smacking the enemy across the face with his nail gun. He placed the nail gun to the surprised adversary's esophagus and the nails forced their way through. After watching the lifeless body hit the floor, he scrambled back to the top and once again manned the stubber. The truck that was hooked to the Behemoth tried to stop his progress, firing shots at him. A bullet grazed his leg, giving him a flesh wound before he made it to the gun. That truck would pay for that mistake. After the stubber was under his control, he fired at the truck. He hit the front tires, swerving the truck like a bat outta hell. He hit the passenger Van Haar who knocked the driver out of the truck. The lone raider runs off in a zigzag pattern, dodging his shots.
I geared down and climbed back up from 25mph. "That a boy, Artie," I said to myself still trying to get Captain Hawke awake and waiting for a response from Gaston.
Spencer brought the bike around to the downed VAC, where apparently, some action had already been taking place. Blood and gore were spattered across the snow, and several Van Haar lay dead around them. Spencer braked the bike to a halt near the back end of the vehicle, shredding the spine of a Van Haar standing nearby. Helena lay near the front of the vehicle, a pistol in her hand. Drake was nearby. "You two alright?" He said. He immediately dove further in behind the back seats as a flash of gunfire erupted behind him. He took out the walkie. "Team Four, Spencer reporting. We are pinned down. Repeat, we are pinned down, request reinforcement, over." He peeked up over the seat and let off two shots.
I continue on to Callis Dune even as I hear the plea for help from Spencer. I have no authority to turn around because the last order given to me from Hawke was don't stop. I grab the radio and flip the channel to team four. "Spencer, It's David. I can't turn around for you, Hawke has blacked out due to a wound and I can't get him up. The last order he gave me was to not to stop. Over," I said into the radio with sadness.
The Doctor started fiddling here and there sewing up the holes with such ease that he could of done it in his sleep. "Wow, you have some skill there." "The others are fine, A few cuts and bruises, but overall everybody pulled through. You're a surprisingly tough lot. So far, you're the only person here whose had the honour of having my fingers inside of them... What's your name, anyway? Gabe called you 'Steward' -- is that a first name, or a last name? Or a spunky nickname?" "That's a relief to hear" Lewis began to push air through his nostrils "Trust my luck to be hit first-- Yea Steward is my second name" turning around to face the doc he place his hand in a shake gesture "the name's Lewis Steward." Suddenly a loud skidding noise filled the air followed by a crashing noise, Steward quickly rushed to the window. All he could see was a glimps of convoy fours headlight as it plunged into a crater "Sh*t Convoy 4 has just been de-roaded ...something smells fishy" turning back around, Chris jumping to his feet followed by the Merle guy. The Blackbird began to squawk "Van Haar on jeeps," followed up by "We can deal with them quickly...by ripping them into shreds." Then came sounds of roaring engines followed by the buzz of snow bikes, bullets pinged off the armoured truck. Without warning the vehicle was hit hard by one of the emerging jeeps. Eve wrestled the large steering wheel trying to keep the convoy stablized "F**K!! WE'RE BEING AMBUSHED!" she shouted to the others, followed by her famouse line "GRAB HOLD OF SOMETHING!... FAST!!". She quickly grabbed the CB radio "EVE TO ALL CONVOYS! WE'RE BEING AMBUSHED - I REPEATE WE'RE BEING AMBUSHED" while still trying to keep the convoy from skidding off like convoy 4, she switched the channels "HAWKE WHAT'S HAPPENING UP THERE? MY TRUCKS BEING ATTACKED!! ORDERS??" Steward slammed into the window from the impact, he could see a ghost being chased by four bikes randomly firing shots at him which lite the faces of the shooters. Quickly smashing the window with the butt of his SA-80, Reaching inside his Snow coat he brought out a grenade Slug kissing it "Make it a good'n" he said before he placed it in and let it rip towards the 4 bikes chasing the ghost. Blinking for one moment the air was a light and then died as quickly as it lit up followed by a boom, he could see the light from the gun shots slowly being swallowed by the darkness. Steward pulled his head back into the truck "F*CK WE'RE BEING HIT FROM ALL SIDES" roared Steward popping his head back out, he started popping off shots at the on-coming jeep coming back for a second try to push the convoy off balance "TAKE THAT YA FILTHY WH*RES!!!, NOBODY POPS A CAP UP STEWARDS ASS AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!-- ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" a shot broke the jeeps windscreen, another hitting the 50cal operater but as quick as he went down another replaced him. The air was alive with Gun-fire rattling and rebounding of metal making the classic 'phewwwing' sound, a distinct 'Whooooshing' noise overpowered the sounds of the tinny whizzing bullets, followed by an explosive 'BANG!' A sudden static hum came from the radio "All groups check in. Over." Eve made a dash for the radio, knocking the wheel; swirving the vehicle slightly out of the way of the on-coming jeep "THIS'S CONVOY 3 WE'RE RETAINING FIRE FROM A VH JEEP!, STEWARD AND CHRIS ARE ENGAGED IN SMALL ARMS...OVER!" Chris rattled away on the 50 cal one of his shots had managed to puncture the on coming jeep sending it swirving but it managed to stabalize and began re-pursuing. "BLOODY GOOD SHOT MATE!" scream Steward over the roaring wind and whizzing bullets Steward Popped his head back in and noticed that Merle was nowhere to be seen a large 'Thud' could be heard on the roof of the convoy, sticking his head back out he saw the figure of Merle steadying itself 'What the **** is he doing' steward thought to himself "YOUR F*CKING CRAZ...." the figure had jumped onto the enemy jeep "Sh*t that dude gone lost his mind" Steward ceased firing. It was to risky with a team-mate aboard the enemy convoy.....
"Gaston...Van Haar...stuck...you." "...Four, Spencer...pinned down...we are...reinforcement..." "...David. I can't...Hawke...wound...not to stop." Gaston frantically listened to the conversations over his headset. He increased his speed. "All units, this Gaston, I'm heading back to reinforce truck four," I say into the mic. "Repeat, I'm on my way back."
"I busted the windshield with my head, not my first concussion. I took a couple out." Helena kicked the body of Abigail out the back of the truck. She reloaded the shotgun, weaved a little unsteadily on her feet, and said, "I'm ready for a few more."
Chris continued to man the gun, as he listened to what was going on over the radio. He wished Gaston luck as he zoomed past Truck 3.
The VAC quickly became isolated from the other teams, and the Van Haar saw their chance for a minor victory. More of their reinforcements came in, circling the downed truck. Helena was up at his side in a heartbeat. "Good. They come a dime a dozen." He said, leveling the shotgun again for another series of shots. The response from David came back over the walkie, his voice grave. "Copy that." Spencer said simply. "Continue as ordered." There was little remorse or regret in his response. If he was to die here, he would be satisfied. He reloaded, and fired again and again as the Van Haar pressed their assault.
The Van haar had lost a great number of fighters and from the distance another truck came up from the rear this truck had Psyran driving he watched as Helena had kicked out the dead remains of Abigail. Horror graced his face. The woman he’d loved and made his partner all these years out on the dune and this stranger had gunned her down. Angered Psyran hit the accelerator and charged his truck forwards headed for Helena when the front wheel slammed hard into a crater Psyran flew through the glass slamming hard into the metal grill protecting it. His head instantly covered in blood from the impact his passenger’s neck snapped from the impact. Psyran kicked the door open holding his large shot gun he dropped down and headed towards Helena angered.
Another Jeep flew up and hit one of the craters. A second afterward, a Van Haar man stepped out and began charging toward them, driven by some insatiable rage. Spencer peeked over the seat yet again and began firing.
Gaston flew past the first three trucks, eventually making it to the carnage at the fourth. It seemed like his whole body hurt, but he shed that notion. These people needed to live if the mission was going to have the greatest chance of succeeding. He hopped off the bike and took cover behind. Bringing the scope of his rifle up to his eye, he began to pick off Van Haar on and around the truck the best he could.
