The Rescue part 1

The low moans of the D-Subs, as they clustered around the crash site, jarred Anna’s nerves and she checked and rechecked the safety of the assault rifle picked up from the torn carcass of the young soldier at her feet.  Glancing around, the young paramedic spotted more of the zombie-like ex residents of the Isle of Thanet gathering in a narrow road next to a sweet looking motorbike.  Lifting the rifle to her shoulder, she aimed vaguely in their direction and squeezed the trigger in a long burst.

Anna starts in section 7 (bottom left corner)

The rounds tore the ground in front of the D-Subs to pieces but spectacularly failed to slow the creatures down at all. Anna snorted, she had the feel of the weapon now and the next time, the result would be different.  However, the D-Subs were starting to fill the narrow street forcing Anna to move slowly away, wary of putting too much pressure on her torn ankle.

she quickly abandons the idea of using the motorcycle as there are too many zeds

and instead cuts down behind the truck

++FOB control, we have gunfire just ahead – possible survivors – 30 seconds ‘till contact++

Mr Smith replaced the handset and looked over at his partner, Mr Jones who was skilfully manuvering the big SUV through the cluttered streets.

“Sounds like at least one of the strike team survived the crash.” He mused to the big man, adding in muttered tones, “unless it’s the girl of course.”

Jones looked over at the taciturn Mr Smith and raised an eyebrow. “You think someone survived that?” he nodded at the rapidly approaching crash site.

“Find out in 5 seconds” Smith barked as he drew his twin pistols and slapped off his quick release seatbelt. Jones hit the brakes and brought the vehicle to a complete stop in a controlled slide, before leaping out and drawing his own weapon.

the laser pointer shows there is a LoS from Jones to Anna and the go to insight with Jones getting more successes

Anna looked up as the roar of the massive military vehicle’s engine was drowned out by the screeching of vulcanised rubber. The driver jumping down from the SUV was all dressed in black and looked for all the world like the government agent that he most likely was. The sound of a second door opening suggested a partner, but she couldn’t catch sight of them due to a wall restricting her vision.  Time slowed down for the young paramedic as her eyes recorded the information and analysed every last detail. The ripples of the black fabric of the large man’s coat as he flowed with the practiced grace of a natural athlete. The blank, dark gaze from his, no doubt standard issue ‘Men in Black’ shades. The gaping empty barrel of the enormous pistol held in his right fist as he brought it up in line with Anna’s chest…

however he rolls two 1's and runs out of ammo... Anna is not so unlucky and puts him down

Click, click, click… Jones looked confused at the sound of the pistol’s hammer slamming down on an empty chamber. The gun felt lighter somehow too, as if there was something missing? With a frown, he lifted the butt of the handgun and looked at the empty space where his magazine should fill. “That’s strange” he managed to say, just before three 5.56 NATO rounds struck his groin, abdomen and finally his chest.

Anna lowered the assault rifle from her shoulder as the MiB was thrown backward by her return fire, crashing into the side of the SUV.  Without waiting for a response from his partner, she hobbled around the back of the lorry that had plowed into a nearby wall and scuttled into the garden of the ruined terrace. All around her, the D-Subs, drawn by the sound of gunfire, moaned and shuffled, desperate for the flesh of the still-humans.

Mr Smith heard the thud of Jones’ body as it slammed against the vehicle and slid to the ground. “What the f…?!?” he mouthed as he looked around for the shooter, quickly surmising the enemy combatant’s rough position. The shooter must be skilled to have got the drop on his highly trained partner, Jones had been around the block and then some.  Smith dropped into a crouch and moving away from the still running SUV, he edged his way along the length of the articulated lorry, pistols at the ready.  Focused as he was, and thanks to the high sides of the truck, he failed to spot the puffing paramedic as she struggled over the wall of a nearby property and dropped into the next garden and out of sight.

Prowling forward he reached the back end of the trailer and cast a quick look around. Annoyingly he could only see the damned D-Subs, with two directly in front of him within touching distance. Instantly the pistols came up, like extensions of his own body. Years of drilling, target practice and real combat experience served him well as two bodies dropped to the floor. Without looking back at the still twitching body of one of the zombies, he headed the way he had come, thinking that the shooter would be trying to flank him. As he turned, he caught sight of a small group of people walking in his direction.

Like a flash, his brain kicked into analytical mode – one male, middle aged, a bit pudgy around the middle and dressed as a paramedic, but rather incongruently carrying a serious looking firearm. With him - two females, one in her early twenties and carrying a wicked crossbow, she bore a strong resemblance to the male and he surmised a father/daughter relationship.  The other he recognised from somewhere, but he didn’t know from what.  She carried a police ASP loosely in one hand as she scanned the immediate area.  They were clearly looking for someone and considering the male wore the same uniform as the target, it wasn’t difficult to figure out who…

Once again Smith raised his deadly pistols and discharged them, his left-hand pistol discharging a controlled burst and knocking over two D-Subs that partially shielded his true target. His right-hand pistol tracked the fat man and spat its deadly load at what Smith had decided was the biggest threat. With a satisfied grunt, he watched the bullets slam into the paramedic and throw him to the ground.

part 2 next time

hope you enjoy

dGG