Veroe
Maestro/Truthseeker
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IC: Shane Ericson
"Hit Zain's shoulder," He told Scott, "I'm pinned down on the roof. They're going to get away."
More gunfire sounded from inside the warehouse. Shane assumed that was Scott and the others introducing themselves to the goons with the two AKs.
He took a chance and peeked out of cover to peer through the broken skylight to take his own shot. His colt was up at the ready, but he saw the two goons with the assault rifles stagger back peppered with fire from his team inside. He shifted his aim to the truck and Zain.
Why wasn't moving. There was a huge bullethole in the cracked front windshield and a red smear of blood and brains on the rear windshield. However the passenger side door had swung open and a trail of bloodspots ran of into the labyrinth of crates nearby.
"Shit," He swore and lifted his comm to talk to the team, "This is Shane. I have eyes on the truck. Someone bolted from the passenger side and ran off into the boxes, over."
"Hit Zain's shoulder," He told Scott, "I'm pinned down on the roof. They're going to get away."
More gunfire sounded from inside the warehouse. Shane assumed that was Scott and the others introducing themselves to the goons with the two AKs.
He took a chance and peeked out of cover to peer through the broken skylight to take his own shot. His colt was up at the ready, but he saw the two goons with the assault rifles stagger back peppered with fire from his team inside. He shifted his aim to the truck and Zain.
Why wasn't moving. There was a huge bullethole in the cracked front windshield and a red smear of blood and brains on the rear windshield. However the passenger side door had swung open and a trail of bloodspots ran of into the labyrinth of crates nearby.
"Shit," He swore and lifted his comm to talk to the team, "This is Shane. I have eyes on the truck. Someone bolted from the passenger side and ran off into the boxes, over."