General Ramirez had led his reign of terror for too long.

This time, Lang and I had him like an animal in a cage.

The problem was that about a cool half century of your typical stock men-at-arms and a few heavies stood in our way.

We’d been fighting all day to get this far and I wasn’t sure we’d make it due to Lang taking more than his fair share of damage from some of my frags. Well, he just got in the way…

I broke out olde painless and let rip. I then began to fire the gun.

Graves took up a decent position to begin his sniping work, but I made a mockery of that as I filled the area with smoke grenades and yet more frags.

I then relieved a few corpses of their grenades before adding them to the mix.

I looked up to see Lang staring at me.

“WOULD you stop?” he asked behind gritted teeth.

I was out of grenades anyway.

By now half the army were dead, but half our cover was also gone thanks to your truly.

Lang hit the deck as an RPG flew overhead.

“RPG!” I called out after the event.

We began mowing the area as a solid team; Three to four head shots on one man for Lang to take them down, occasional spray and pray winging hits from myself murdering anything I looked at.

Ramirez was here somewhere.

A tank burst through the gates to our right, and I’ll be honest, I touched cloth.

I looked over at Lang and saw him flick last night’s curry out the bottom of his combat trousers.

In a fit of hysterics I blew up every canister I could see, taking away any potential collateral damage in seconds.

The look on Lang’s face led me to believe he had banked on using some of those canisters to take down said approaching tank.

The wall next to me exploded and more men hoved round the corner.

I welded my finger to the trigger.

As I cut through the enemy, Lang shouted my way.

“One thing…gotta remember…when we reach Ramirez…kill him”

“Yeh yeh, I got it!” I replied over the noise of my machine gun and mounted grenade launcher. I smirked as I noticed Lang wonder where thee fuck I got those extra ‘nades from. I hope he didn’t check his pack…

Besides, the tank was on to us now and I ran for a rocket launcher conveniently propped up by a nearby wall. Nobody seemed to care about Lang at this point and I was summarily reamed by all and sundry.

Scrambling to my feet Lang cleared the area with some well place head shots and I loosed rockets at the tank.

As luck would have it, it exploded.

The remaining soldiers lost their courage and we bolted through the courtyard, keen to catch up with Ramirez. He couldn’t be far…

“He went in there!” cried Lang, pointing towards a nearby villa.

We burst in like movie stars, hosing the area at will and clearing each mantelpiece of all chinaware and priceless ornaments. I noticed a sidelong glance from Lang as he waited to see if I was about to produce another grenade.

I didn’t.

We saw Ramirez run into the next room And gave chase. Lang was just behind; reloading his gun with the calm confidence of a man who knows his quarry is going nowhere.

As he walked into the next room I saw anger flare in his eyes, as opposed to the raised high five and/pr fist bump I had been expecting.

Ramirez lay slumped in the corner of the room with a bullet through his head.

Lang left me hanging.

“I said DON’T kill him”.

 

~Lordt