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The soldier looked uncertainly at his fellow troops. "Did Major Thomson order arms—?" | The soldier looked uncertainly at his fellow troops. "Did Major Thomson order arms—?" | ||
Pete flung the door open, knocking him off his feet, pulling his M4 out of the van and stepping out as the Cubans all did so as well. He quickly killed the downed soldier, and ran around to the back of the Pony as the surprised troops recovered their | Pete flung the door open, knocking him off his feet, pulling his M4 out of the van and stepping out as the Cubans all did so as well. He quickly killed the downed soldier, and ran around to the back of the Pony as the surprised troops recovered their composure and fired on the van. | ||
The Cubans aimed their machine pistols and returned fire, the small rounds rapidly striking the soldiers down one by one. Bullets flew back and forth, mostly missing their targets. The van's engine began to flame as it took a long stream of bullets. "Fuck!" Pete shouted. He and the gang members ran clear of the vehicle, still firing as they did so. They found cover at the wall of the fort as the Pony exploded. | |||
[[Category:Fan Fiction]] | [[Category:Fan Fiction]] |