Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 7, 2008 23:09:31 GMT -5
PFC lands with his leg snapped. "Fuck" Sarpek falls on top of him, worsening the pain. PFC throws him off and pulls out his radio. "Private First Class to External Military, respond over?" He waits. "External military here copy. SITREP Private? Over." PFC smiles."External Military, I sighted a Hind chopper exiting the city. Carrying dangerous cargo, possibly the virus. Suggest you take action. How copy, over?" "Silent Copy, Private. We're not gonna pull out any stops on this one, target in site. Over."
PFC limps away towards a building, then a explosion behind him sends him flying into the window. He lands, ironically right next to Alex. "What the fuck?" Just then, he hears the chopper getting hit with a Javelin rocket. He heres the whirl as it goes down.
PFC limps away towards a building, then a explosion behind him sends him flying into the window. He lands, ironically right next to Alex. "What the fuck?" Just then, he hears the chopper getting hit with a Javelin rocket. He heres the whirl as it goes down.