Turn 3: Drinks and Cigarettes

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot grabbed one of the strogg assault rifles Hoot was down to his last USP 40 magazine, he kept using it because the 40 calibur Jacketed Hollow Points ripped gaping exit wounds in even the largest of the Squibbs, if they exited at all. One of the strogg dragging a civvie twords it's dropship, the gunners were too preocupied with suppressing the strogg sniper fire.

"Ohh no you dont you big sonuva bitch" Hoot said as he aimed in. This was a long shot for a pistol, about 60-75 yards, and shooting a pistol is an Art form. He pulled the trigger back slow and steady, focused on the enemy and brought the sights to it's upper chest. He did a double tap, he had been shooting a pistol for a long time. One of the bullets hit it in the chest, making a small entrance wound but shreadding apart its insides like a grenade went off. The second shot hit the Squib in the lower neck, instantly snapping the squibb's neck, severing the spinal cord completely and ripping apart it's Juggular artery. Blood was flying everywhere, even on the traumatized civilian. Unfortuantly the Squibb had a quick and painless death. Hoot wished he had shot only one bullet.

Then a Grunt took over where the Soldier left off. "Aw Shit, my 40 aint piercing that shit." Hoot said as he aimed in again, only not at the grunt. A tear began to form in his eye, the civvie was a woman. "I'm so sorry" he said as he repeated the process, he shot a single bullet. The civilian felt no pain, he made sure of that. The bullet exited and pinged off of the Grunt's armor. This enraged it. It began to charge. "Jesus Christ on a cracker that thing moves fast" Hoot said as he took a dead Squib's AR and unloaded on the thing.

He put a full mag into the Beast and it only made it charge faster. Hoot really didnt want to end up like Tomala so he pulled out his pistol in a last ditch effor to stay alive. Hoot aimed in, methodically shooting the thing until by luck, one of the bullets pinged off of it's heavy armor and took out it's stim cable. It crumpled up in pain, it stoped sliding just in front of Hoot. As it was writhing in pain Hoot brought his USP to the one of it's eye holes and said "Brought fists to a gunfight you stupid fucker" Almost the instant he pulled the trigger the thing stoped writhing, it laid there, absolutly still.

He dove back behind the HMMV and began to pick more strogg of with his AR, he was nearly out of ammo for the USP, he needed to save his silver bullets while he still had them.



((OOC: Why am I thinking of the song Fortunate Son by an old band called Creedence Clearwater Revival when I read this part?))

[ToxicJones]

Jones had gotten her composure, and grabbed a AR. She shot bursts at anything that moved. Luckly, she didn't see any civilians. This was a fight from hell.
"Where the hell are we going Lieutenant?" She shouted behind her. Hell, she just almost got the shit blown out of her. She herd the large bang only cabable of a sniper rifle.
Jones cried out in pain as the bullet pierced her side. Thank god the damn strogg didn't aim a bit higher.

[Shadow]

Hayek took off his shirt and tied it around his midsection to hopefully stop a bit of the bleeding. It hurt like hell and he knew how that felt... Quite literally... BUt managed to get to a window and get shooting again, only using one arm as the other was applying more pressure but his shots still rang true piercing the strogg lines one at a time. He turned and looked at Jones and grabbed a combat knife from his boot then cut off part of his pants legs and tied them around her. He had a basic knowledge of what to do when shot... Apply pressure to the area and hope you live long enough for the medic to get to work... "Stay down Jones." Hayek coughed staying up through sheer will and determination himself. He'd go down and bring as many strogg with him as possible if it came down to that.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot saw the flash, it was from a gutted 10 story building acouple of blocks down, he even saw the Squibb moving around on the top floor. He picked grabbed his Assault Rifle and rested it on the hood of the HMMV. It wasnt that hard of a shot, Marines are supposed to be rated at about 70% at 600 yards. Hoot was about 95 with open sights, he was a sniper after all. He pulled the trigger back slow and steady, until he heard the 'click'. Only he didnt feel the tap on his shoulder "Shit!" He yelled as he threw the AR down to the ground. He then pulled the H&K out of its holster and aimed in. This was a nearly impossible shot, even for him. The front sights covered up the Squibb, he did his usual routine and pulled the trigger. The bullet impacted the thing in the leg, shredding apart it's knee like paper. The Squibb stumbled and fell down the 10 stories.

After that he ran over to Jones and yelled for Death "Death, work your magic!"

[Matt]

((OOC: Damn i didn't know a pistol can shoot that far.....))

[Cartwright]

The Hummvees had been brought to a stop in a warzone, something the drivers did not appreciate. Mr. Death ran out of his Hummvee, bullets following him as he ran. He dived for cover and barely made it. He felt heat in his shoulder and shrugged it off. He then ran from cover to cover until he reached Jones.

"What happened?" The medic inquired, already getting his equipment out.

"Sniper. He had a Rail Gun. The laser hit her in the stomach." Hoot said.

Godchild nodded and got to work. The side-door to the frontal Hummvee opened and Shadow fell out. Shadow put two rounds into a charging Strogg Soldier, then crawled to Godchild's position.

"I got hit by crossfire. Stomach, just like Jones." Shadow said.

Godchild sighed and nodded. The other Marines piled out of their Hummvees and acquired weapons. Assault rifles and pistols and began returning fire on the Strogg. The situation was deteroriating fast.

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[Matt]

Meyen hopped on the MG on the Hummvee. The previous gunner took back his assault rifle and began firing in single shot mode in cover behind the front of the Hummvee. The Sergeant began to open up on Strogg positions, tearing soldiers into pieces and putting down grunts.

[Dire Wolf]

Bullets hissed past, he remembered what his old DI used to say "If it hisses its close if it snaps.." his thoughts where interrupted by the snap of a bullet. He looked up, there was a building almost infested with strogg. "Matt! 1 o'clock! 3rd floor!"Hoot yelled over the comm as he pointed at the building. He then realized one of the main rules of Urban Warefare........ watch your flanks. He snapped his head around and a squibb advancing, he brought his pistol about, and fired a single round through the Strogg's face, the bullet turned anything in its path to mincemeat.

"H&K is dry" Hoot calmly said as he brought the slide home and holstered it. He looked around for an Assault rifle near him, but found nothing. He looked out and in the middle of the street one of the Squib's assault rifles was just laying there, he sprinted out to go and grab it. He was half way back when something bit him in the calf, his leg collapsed under his weight. He got back up and limped as fast as he could back to the HMMV. He pulled the magazine out of his rifle and cursed loudly...... it was empty. "Anyone have a spare mag for a Squib AR by chance?" Hoot asked, extremely pissed off, he wasnt going to yell for Death until he was done with Jones and Shadow.


((OOC: Sorry, I should have said "marines are expected to shoot 600 yards with 70% hitting proficiency, this was well within that distance.))

[Matt]

Meyen swung the mounted gun towards the building Hoot pointed to. He opened up on the Strogg blowing the surroundings and Strogg to chunks. Meyen was statified when the dust settled and the Strogg occupants were mangled on the walls and windows.

[bullet]

Tomala had got out of the humvee. He found a m9 bretta on the floor he picked it up and began to fire while checking everyone's status in his humvee and he covered Mr.Death on his run to the other Hell Hounds. No one was seriously injured in his humvee. Tomala yelled '' Anyone need medical attention.''

[Mr. Death]

Godchild finished up with Jones
"Take it easy Jones. . .I don't want you moving if you don't have to. . .I can't afford that wound to worsen" He said, and then looked at Nick.

"Can't you try not getting hurt for once?" He joked and worked through what he had to do. Shadow would make it for sure. Jones. . .He wasn't positive but he figured she would.
He didn't have his usual things, or else Jones might have a better chance, and so would Nick.
"This is the best I can do with what I have. .. Sorry" He said, giving a weak smile.

[ToxicJones]

"No problem, I'm all good. Thanks." Jones said, he probly just saved her life. She winced a little when she lifted herself from her position lying down. This wasn't going to be fun. Still, she downed a few more stroggs.

[Mr. Death]

He noticed Jones and shook his head
"This shit isn't going to happen again, Jones" He said, pointing at his makeshift medical bag

"You see this shit, it won't save your life" He said
"You stay still you might die, but if you move I'll shoot you myself" he said, glaring at her. A burning sensation began to spread from his lower back by the waist. He gritted his teeth, that was the second time. He arched his back and put his hand to the wound.

"God damn it. . ." He growled through grit teeth.
"Stay there" he said and pointed to Jones, then he headed off for another wounded Marine.

[Cartwright]

"Death, we have to go!" The lieutenant said.

He ran up and grabbed Jones, carrying her into the Hummvee. He then pointed at him to get back in his. The lieutenant helped Shadow back into his vehicle and then climbed in the vehicle. They were going to have to move out or become Strogg meat.

[Cartwright]

As Mr. Death hopped into the Hummvee, he heard a bullet whizz by him. He glanced to his left and saw Tomala holding his right arm. Death shook his head and closed the door. The vehicles began moving, picking up speed as they went. The gunners firing at any Strogg dumb enough to get into their sights.

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