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Deathmarch
A story By Bean
A man walked from the shadows, looked to the right, and then, turning to the left, crumpled to the ground silently, a hole in the front of his shirt. The gunmen, clad in a black spec ops suit, crossed the small alley and picked up the dead man's revolver, and set it in his sports bag, he then dragged the man further into the shadows. Then another pair of men walked past, each armed with a small automatic pistol.
The black clad figure moved out of the alley, to see an empty technical, with a .50 machine gun in the back, he opened the door sticking his Beretta through the door ahead of him. He turned the vehicle on, shifted, and backed out of the alley. He set his Beretta on the seat next to him, and flicked on his headset.
"Graves, I'm ready to roll, litterely. What's next?" He moved the truck to flank the alley, then pulled the .44 Magnum out of his bag.
"Well, john, there is a group of marines 12 klicks due east of your position, waiting just outside a tunnel. Bariks, their your only backup, get them, and get to the target area, you know where that is, Good Luck."
"thanks, out." he gunned it as a flurry of 9mm bullets rained past from uzi's, the terrorist's were coming back, and john had their ride. Damn, they must be pissed. They were, Bariks glanced behind him as he drove away, they were jumping in a sports car.
The Chase was on
Deathmarch
Chapter 2
John Bariks swerved to stay on the road, automatic pistols sounded behind him, spraying rounds in the air all around the truck. He pulled out the appropriated .44 Magnum revolver, leaned out and emptied it at the swerving sports car, satisfied that he managed to hit it a couple times. He then tossed the gun on the seat next to him.
At that time, Bariks got a good idea, there was no vehicles around, and he had a triplet of M67 Fragmentation grenades he had tossed in his bag on his way out of the armory as an afterthought. He pulled one out, popped the pin, and tossed it in front of the truck, the guys in the car were sticking right to his ass, that way, he couldn't shoot them unless he leaned out. John drove right over it unharmed, and it blew up right under the cars gas tank.
"Hot Damn, I am good!!" Just then, a technical roared out of a branching road, gunner spraying VERY inaccurate fire at johns truck. John hit the brakes and swerved around the back of the tech, gunning it for the tunnel that lay beyond. The technical roared into the ditch on the other side of the road, then backed out and started after our herous driver.
He went through the tunnel, .50BMG rounds flying all around, a couple bouncing into the rear bumper or fenders. John roared out of the tunnel and swerved off the road to the right. Behind him the other technical blew up, sprayed with 40mm grenades and 5.56mm bullets. Bariks backed up to the marines, and they jumped in the back, all except for one, who took 'riding shotgun' to a new extreme.
He had a USAS-12 sticking out the window.
"Ready back there, we're heading off."
Heh, I kinda' feel sorry for the bad guys, 4 marines and myself, that is not good for them, John thought as they headed off.
Deathmarch Chapter 3
John Bariks, driving the appropriated technical, skidded the rig, almost flipping it, but managing to keep it from doing so. The men in the back, one on the M2, fixed in the back, and the others with .45 SOCOM's and M4/203 SOPMOD's. The Shotgunner in front was reloading, slapped the clip, and managed to keep firing.
Their target, a van, with a light machine gun on top, fired back, but it was too little, and WAY too late. So it blew, sending shrapnel everywhere. He kept going, hitting 80 (KPH) in under 10 seconds. Then, rounding a corner and hitting a hill, he had to slow down, and at the top was a surprise for everyone.
A Tank
"****!!!" The truck, still moving to fast to stop in time, ended up doing a screeching turn, almost sending the marines off the back, anyone with a loaded grenade launcher fired after they were outside the kill radius, the tank just shrugged it all off and fired, and the 105mm round sailed by them, Detonating in their way, and putting in one hell of a pothole.
"Hey, John." Marine sargeant Staffer shouted, "How the ***** did Erzen get a tank?"
"Hey how the ***** do I know, I'm just driving!"
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With only a few more unexiciting stints they arrived at Manuel Erzen's mansion. The name was obviously a fake, and the evidence which FINALLY arrived proved he was funding terrorism with drug money, so now, they had to kill him, the question was...
How???
Death March Chapter 4
"I got a plan, guys," Bariks said to the marines, sifting through his bag, digging out ammo and handing it to the marines. "What if we take the front door, blast it in , but, instead of using it, we sneak in the side." John had dug out his breaching charges, and was now handing them to the demolitions expert. "then we could catch them off guard."
"Hey, that plan does seem to have a bit of promise, but I must ask you one question." One of the marines, the one with the shotgun was saying.
"Name it" John tossed the .44 in the back of the truck sifting through his bag to find any other empty guns.
"How would we keep them there, I mean after we blast the door, and don't dive in immediately thereafter, they will think that it was indeed a trap, and that will screw us up, big time too."
"Listen, lets just move, that tank'll be here shortly, and all we need to do is--"
"Wait I have a different Idea, you know, all we need to do is crush the building and everyone inside dies, here's a blueprint of the building. Now the side door-- here-- has a door to the basement right here, right inside, so we use Captian Bariks plan and just move downstairs, the basement..." the marine shuffled his multiple blueprints "... ah, here.. and by the time they get back, they won't even notice that we went there. Now, I have some C4, so we can just place some on the support studs, which according to the blueprint, is not covered, and haul ass out, sound good??"
There was murmured agreements, and the moved, as soon as the charge blasted bariks swung open the door, and swung the downstairs one open. He was the first one in, and was clearing the place with his P226 when he heard someone shout "Charge set get the hell out of here." He did as ordered sprinting up the stairs and out the door.
He barrelled out, and,when he reached the hall, guards had already showed up, there was three, and he shot one which got in his way, but ignored the others. When he was out the door he bellowed "Blast the thing!!!!!" and sure enough, it was a Kodak moment a man bare millimeters from his death.
But now, they had to cheat it {death} once more, with the exfiltration.
DeathMarch, Chapter 5
With the topic of exfiltration hot on their mind, and the fact that they had almost turned John Bariks into a human steak, grilled right up nice, they decided to try something very, very dangerous, and that was an understatement.
They were going to steal the tank.
"**** are you serious Bariks, do you think we are dumbasses or what?!" One of the marines obvoiusly hated the plan.
"Listen" Bariks countered, "all we need to do is get someone on the back of the tank, So I Pull right up and someone jumps on the tank, or some people more or less, they bust in and bust heads. Then we switch vehicles, drive to the exfil point and get out."
Everybody agreed, it was way safer than the open topped, unarmored truck.
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They drove and found the tank, 3 Marines in the back would jump over and kill everyone inside, toss them out and get everyone in. Sounded easy enough but as they soon found out, it wasn't.
The marines hopped from truck to tank, Bariks nailed the gas and stormed forward, the remaining marine, manning the .50 in the back, sprayed bullets all over other technicals. The marines on the tank set a charge on the hatch stepped back and blew it open.
As they climbed in to clear it out 1 of them got riddled with 9mm bullets, the rest emptied entry shotguns into the terrorist crew. Then tossing the terrorists into the road, keeping the dead marine in the tank, they called John on the walkie talkies, and Bariks pulled the truck alongside, and got into the tank, He didn't know how to drive a tank, so he kept out of the way.
They headed to a local airfield, Exfiltration.
Deathmarch Chapter 6
While keeping out of the way, Bariks noticed a RPD in the corner, he grabbed it and opened the hatch. Setting it up on the top of the tank he became a gunner, after assuring the marines knew he was on the top, he let loose on their pursuers, decimating a pair of technicals almost instantaneously. Their wreckage brought another tech to a stop.
Reaching in he found an extra clip, he kept in within easy reach, The next Vehicle to step up to bat was an armored car with a man leaning out the passenger side with an RPG-7 launcher. "****" Bariks yelled as he triggered rounds at the rocket wielding man. The RPD clicked empty, he grasped the extra clip, and reloaded in record time. The guy launched a rocket, Narrowly missing Johns head. He pumped the mans hand with at least two dozen rounds of M1943 (7.62x39mm) ammo, causing him to drop the launcher.
"We're almost there" a marine yelled, tossing Bariks an M9 handgun.
"Good, I am almost out of *****ing patience here."
"Hold on another... 3 minutes, can you do that sir??"
"I hope so," John muttered, turning his attention back to the firefight, and slinging the handgun in one of his numerous bandoliers, he grasped the pistol grip of the machine gun, and emptied it into another technical. Now empty, Bariks reverted to a .40 cal USP compact he always carried. He aimed carefully and started picking off the drivers of the technicals. After 4 shots the tank stopped and everybody climbed out.
"lets go, move it people move it GO!!, get your as----" the marine was cut short, a burst of fire from a .50 cal tore through his back, Bariks grabbed his lifeless form and hauled it to the chopper.
By now everyone was in it, two severly wounded, and two dead, everyone laid down supressive fire as the pilot coaxed the big thing upwards, towards the dawn sky...
Towards Freedom
but only for a while
DeathMarch Chapter 7
Now on the aircraft John Bariks took the time to get an extra couple clips from the now dead marine officer, saying a short prayer as he did so. He reloaded his M4A1/203, his 9mm, and his USPC. Then he walked up to the door gunner and asked "DID YOU SEE ANYTHING ON THE WAY IN?" he had to shout over the roar of the turbines.
"LIKE WHAT?" the door gunner asked.
"ANY OTHER TANKS?" John asked back
"NO"
"good" Bariks moved back to get the rest of the relatively uninjured marines in position to fire out of the helicopter. Then all hell broke loose. An RPG flew past, the gunner followed its trail back to its source and easily dispatched the firer with a series of well placed blasts.
John saw a guy bringing a .50cal gun to bear, and shot him three times with his M4. Another soldier had an MM1 grenade launcher and was keeping back a pursuing horde of technicals. John then noticed that the tank they had left behind was right below them, the hatch wide open and some movement inside. He brought the M4 down to put a 40mm grenade in through the hatch, then he saw the RPG-7 thrust out and let loose with a continous burst of fire, when the gun clicked empty he fired the 203 right through the hatch, blowing the tank up.
Bariks quickly reloaded, ducking down after a burst of AK fire put a couple holes in the ceiling WAY to close to his head. He came up with his 9mm in hand firing rapidly into a building teaming with terrorists, when a 9x18mm gunshot tore through his shoulder, the bullet lodging quite a ways in and a second shot hitting him in the side. John collapsed and before he blacked out he tossed a Phosphorus grenade into the building.
Please whoever reads this, Can you please give me critisism.
Deathmarch Chapter 8
When John Bariks came to he was in a sterile white room lying on a rather uncomfortable bed. After a couple seconds he remembered getting shot and blacking out. He also remembered throwing a M15 phosphourus grenade through a window of the building. He moved to get a drink and his right shoulder ached so he kept the glass in his hand
When a doctor passed by Bariks stopped him. "Hey Doc, can you get me a Major Robert Ellis" John couldn't quite get the chalky taste out of his mouth. "And maybe a beer?"
The Doctor thought for a split second and then replied "Ellis yes, actually I think hes already on his way." the doc flipped through his clipboard. "Sorry Captain Bariks, no beer."
"Damn"
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When Major Ellis arrived, Bariks was stapling polaroids onto a sheet of paper, and then the paper he set in a manilla folder marked 'priority 1.' Ellis stopped at the foot of his bed. "Captain Bariks?"
"Yes, oh Major Ellis sir, I need you to get this to Graves ASAP. Okay?" John handed him the folder.
"May I ask what it is?"
"Its important documentation of illicit operations being done by a rather small group of terrorists in Columbia, where I just got out of."
"Okay will do" Ellis walked out the door.
John Bariks didn't know it, but he was going to regret what he just said. Especially the 'rather small' part.
Toxic10x
12-11-2003, 10:30 PM
howdy Bean- just lettin you knwo i intend to read this, but haven't got teh time ATM :freek:
Wesforce
12-13-2003, 06:31 AM
Getting shot in the hand by 9mm would do a bit more than make you drop the RPG7 :scared:
If I had any critiscism I'd say there needs to be more plot than just fighring... But I have a feeling you're coming up to that :)
Lets be havin' ya!
Great story, a few unrealities as Wesforce said, but a great story nontheless. :)
Deathmarch Chapter 9
-Colonel Marcus L. Graves office-
"Captain Bariks, do you realize the severity of what you uncovered?!"
"yes Colonel I do, I have also heard that the CIA sent a task force down there, Is that correct?" Bariks was getting aggrivated. And his shoulder still ached, he wanted to know if it was worth it.
"That is on a need-to-know basis and YOU dont need to know!!!"
"EXCUSE ME sir, but I went to the extremes to uncover that evidence and excuse me for speaking frankly but...
...I probably need to know more than you do!!" Bariks said this seriously.
"What?? Do you have any Idea what you are suggesting Bariks??"
"Yes I do, I am suggesting that I deserve to know what I almost died for!!"
"fine. The CIA sent a covert, Counter-Terror task force down there after I faxed them the evidence." Graves pointed to the fax machine in the corner of his office.
"Which was yesterday correct?"
"As soon as I got it Captain, now, I have put the money into your account, why don't you go back home and take a couple of days by yourself. Huh?" Graves was asking him what he planned to do, but that was the Colonels way of asking.
"I plan to add on to my gun shop now, I need more room."
"Okay Captain, we'll call you if we need you. Which will be after you heal."
"Hey." Bariks was on his way out the door. "I'm a gun-for-hire, call me whenever." And he left.
The Patriot
01-02-2004, 08:02 PM
Hey Bean, you seem to be a really good writer to me. Could you give me some feedback on those two threads I wrote? It was the first time I wrote something. I am very good in descriptions, but not very good in plots.
Deathmarch
Chapter 10
John Bariks walked over to his truck. The 1999 Chevrolet One-ton pickup had been Bariks faithful ‘Morgan Horse ‘ for almost 5 years now. When he got in the truck and turned it on, he noticed a car. The car, a 1991 Ford Escort, was parked across the road, directly behind him.
He pulled out and started home, hoping his suspicions would be proved false.
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After about five minutes of driving, his suspicions were starting to be proved right...
The Car following him, wasn’t his friend.
It had pulled out right behind him, and been tailgating him ever since. He knew how to tail a car, and this wasn’t the smart way. He had steadily been taking back roads to circle back to the gun shop.
He started to take a left around a heavily wooded corner..
And was forced to stop short
A Ford Explorer was parked across the road at an angle, blocking the path, it was idling and the doors were open, and standing outside each of the doors was and incredibly well armed person, for a total of four guns that he was staring at.
The Ford Escort pulled up behind him, and two guys stepped out of the back of the car. Bariks pulled a lever, putting the truck into 4 wheel drive. Then, seeing his only course of escape, he gunned the truck into a 4 wheeler trail.
Just as he did that, the guys opened fire. A barrage of full-automatic fire came from the illegally imported weapons. He hit the trail at roughly a 30-degree angle, twisting the wheel to the right to compensate. The men climbed back in their vehicles. The sedan headed around the long way to intercept, and the SUV cut in right behind him.
He flipped out his satellite phone and hit speeddial 2.
"Hello?" a voice ansered
"Yes, Evan, Its you right?"
"Hell yeah Bariks, whattidoyou think?"
"Okay, meet me at the gun shop, and bring some firepower."
"Whatever Capt. I’ll see you there." Evan Reelborough, Bariks best friend, hung up. And John did the same.
He was running out of trail, so when he came to the road, John slammed the wheel to the left, coming out on a road that branched off of Route 5, the main road where his gunshop was located. Bariks slammed the wheel to the right, heading down the road to the store. As he did that, the Explorer came off the trail, taking a longer turn then Bariks.
Bariks reached under his sport jacket, and extracted his 5.7mm FN Five-seveN from his light sport jacket, and as he kept driving, he started to slow down, just a little. When he finally got to the gunshop, he saw Evan, pulling two long cases out of the back of his Blazer.
He turned, making it look like he was pulling into the driveway, then, he slammed the Emergency Brake, sending the truck neatly sideways. He started firing out the window at the closer of his opponents, finally emptying the 20-round magazine at the Explorer, blowing out the front tires and killing the driver and front passenger. The vehicle started a lazy turn, and drove into a small ravine-ish hill, and rolled over.
Bariks pulled the truck into the parking lot, and stopped getting out and reloading his Five-seveN before the sedan showed up. When it did, Bariks and Evan were both inside.
DeathMarch
Chapter 11
John Bariks stumbled into the gun shop, muttering curses as he turned and fired two more 5.7mm armor-piercing bullets at the old sedan as it came to a stop on the side of the road. The doors opened, and a flurry of fully automatic gunfire followed Bariks through the door.
He turned to the left, toward the glass handgun case, and cash registers, vaulted the case and headed straight to the employee door to the warehouse. As he stumbled through the door, he noticed Evan firing over the case in the general direction of the door. A box of .308 rounds open next to him on the ground. Bariks headed to the right, towards his office and workshop, where he kept the 'Company' weapons in a locked vault, and his personal favorite gun in a corner.
He grabbed the accurized AKM-47, turning back toward the door, and charging back through. Everything from that point on was going by at a blur to him, he looked over at Evan, who now had a gunshot wound in his side, his bloody fingers trying desperately to load a mag to the G3, set beside him on the ground, the guy, almost directly over him, the illegal Russian Stechkin almost even with Reelboroughs head.
The AK came to Bariks shoulder, and three quick shots later, the man standing behind Evan, was dead, one round had taken his head clean off, but it left a mess. Clean isn't the right word there, Bariks thought. Another burst of fully-automatic fire left another terrorist dead. Evan managed to eliminate a third with his rifle. And the fourth ended up suffering a blow the head with a stock from an AK as he was reloading.
John dragged the barely concious terrorist to Evan. And started a spur of the moment interrogation.
Finally, he came to the question "Is there anyon else you're after?"
The terrorist replied "Yes, a Colonel Graves, you know him?"
"Who is asking the questions?" Bariks turned. "Evan, the cops are coming."
"You hear the sirens?" Evan was doing okay. But John wanted to be sure.
"Look, if I don't come back, there is an old army issue ammo can in my workshop. Its labeled 'AR15, 5.56 AP' in it is $25,000 cash. You take it understand?"
"Yes, but where are you going?"
"Take this, watch him." Bariks handed Evan the terrorists gun, and started grabbing ammo for his AKM, and a .40 Smith and Wesson semi-automatic pistol off the rack, grabbing ammo for it too. "I'm going to go bail out my boss."
With that, John Bariks ran to his truck.
DeathMarch
Chapter 12
John Bariks drove the truck to its limits, trying desparately to get to Colonel Graves Massachusetts HeadQuarters in time, though he knew he was failing miserably. Trying not to break any laws when he saw any cops, as the AKM on the seat next to him.
He came to the exit he wanted, and moved faster as he got to the side roads, going so far as to cut across a half-dozen fields in his haste. And finally, he came to his destination.
Set into a small valley, it looked at first to be a village. Though under the earth was enough computing power to find what pi really is in oh, about twenty-five seconds. The houses that littered the countryside were actually used, as residence to the workers of the Complex. Graves house was easy to spot, it had a tunnel directly into the Complex - the name for the facility that housed all of the computers, maps, and warehouses for the Counter-Terror shop that contracted Bariks - which was entirely underground.
"Oh sht." Bariks noticed two highly out-of-place FedEx trucks. He didn't have the time or the equipment (at least, on him) to check his assumption, but he was reasonably sure that they were stolen. He parked out-of-the-way, beside an edge house, one on the edge of the 'village.'
Climbing out, and grabbing his gun, Bariks moved quietly to the third house in on the right, and walked in. Seeing no one, he continued to the back, and the "Employees Only" door. And he started down the stairs. After two flights, he came to a door, opening it, he scanned the surgically clean stainless-steel hallway it led to, gun ready.
Again seeing no one, he was almost getting discouraged, it was then he realized. Being out of the loop for two weeks had left him "battle starved," and he really wanted to see some action. As he turned down another hall, a Complex security guard, gun out, was lined up with the other side of the hallway, watching for something, probably trouble, John mused.lowering his AKM, he said to the guard "whats going on?"
The guard spun, seeing Bariks, and recognizing him immediately, as everyone in the Complex did, he lowered his gun. "They're going for Graves"
"Lets stop them, he's in his house right?"
"Yep, you know how to get there?"
"Of course, lets go!" Bariks took the lead, gun up, through the hall, and down the adjoining corridor, when he reached his boss' office, he opened the door across the way. Going in, he motioned for the guard to close the door behind him.
"Here it is, the handy little trapdoor." Pressing a button, the door released and left John looking down the barrel of a gun.
DeathMarch
Chapter 13
Johns AKM was pointed back, but a gun in his face compared to a gun in the stomach is always scarier
"John, I am sorry." The gunman proclaimed, lowering the 9mm from Johns face, Bariks breathed a sigh of relief. "I have been watching, and they haven't yet gotten in here, we're safe, for the time being." Colonel Graves resealed the trapdoor as the two, Bariks and the security guard, climbed up the stairs.
"Whats going to happen?" John asked, taking the time to refill the magazine in his machine gun.
"I've called the CIA, they're sending a unit up now, it might be an hour before they get here." As Graves finished, they heard a series of vehicles pull in. John ran over to a window, and lifted the blinds slightly.
"What?" The guard asked. "What is it?"
"Colonel, I suppose your CIA friends wouldn't show up in four old white Ford vans?"
"Probably not John, why?" Graves unholstered his Beretta again.
"I think they called for reinforcements." John said darkly, slinging his AKM, and pulling out his .40 caliber Sig Sauer P226, chambering a round, and slipping it back in his pocket.
"Oh sht."
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Bariks bounded upstairs, leaving his AKM with Graves for him to shoot out the ground story window. When John finally got upstairs, he dug out the Colonels .50BMG rifle, and opened the window. Setting the gun up in the window, he aimed toward the first van, coming to a stop in front of the next house over. As two other terrorists, garbed in black commando uniforms walked up, Bariks pulled the trigger.
The Barrett M82A1 put a bullet right through the passenger compartment, John fired again, further down the length of the van, and once more, near the drivers door. He then stepped back, taking his right hand off the forearm of the rifle to slam the window shut, he turned and headed downstairs. Now on to step 2 of his plan...
DeathMarch
Chapter 14
As he set the Uzi's stock to his shoulder, John Bariks looked at the other three people to his right. The guard was still aiming his M4 Carbine at his target, and Graves had his target lined up in the Steyr TMP's sights. "Fire" John whispered down the [short] line.
A flurry of bullets ripped through the targets, the M4's spray eliminated anyone who hadn't yet clmbed out of the vans, and Bariks and Graves bullets took out the half-dozen people nearby, as return fire perforated the wall and windows, the three dropped. Aiming back upstairs, John sprinted through the lethal hail.
Upstairs, John grabbed a grenade, and threw it downstairs, one of the two people transfered the explosive through the window, terminating more resistance. Bariks grabbed a P90 off the bed, and moved downstairs. The trapdoor was open, and John slipped in, as two guns poked over the windows scanning the place. He slammed the trapdoor shut, to ensure that he was not pursued.
"What now John." The guard reloaded his carbine, Graves reloaded his TMP and the trio turned to the left, and ran
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At another crossroads, they took a right, trying to get deep within the structure, but four men stood in their way, each one swinging an M60 towards the trio.
"Sht," John triggered a series of rounds off toward the four, ducking back behind the corner, the security guard didn't make it back to cover, a series of bullets tore through him, leaving little left to stain the floor, Graves sucessfully made it around the other corner without getting turned into swiss cheese.
"Great John, What now?"
The best part was, John was out of ideas.
Please, critism, don't care what you think, I just want to know!
DeathMarch
Chapter 15
Pinned down by the M60's, John Bariks randomly sprayed fire around the corner wherever possible. Still thinking of a good idea when it hit him like a freight train.
"Graves!" He shouted over the fire, "got any plastic?"
Graves cocked his head questioningly, but produced a credit card out of his back pocket.
"No, I mean--"Bariks pretended to plant a charge on the wall "--plastic!"
"There's some in the armory,--" He pointed down a hall next to him "--that way!"
"Go and get it, I'll buy you some time." John proceeded to start firing back. First the return fire was a blind everyone-in-its-way-take-cover fire, but after a few bursts, he leaned his head around and aimed the fire.
His attackers were wearing double-thick class 3A body armor, the professional stuff. They had found some light concealment, enough to keep them protected from the 5.7mm Hollow points Bariks was shooting at them with. Graves'd better hurry up here, 'cause I don't got unlimited ammo... Although, its a good idea....
Suddenly, a flurry of bullets came flying by from beyond the armored attackers. Looking down the hallway Graves had run down, Bariks saw him, and two other guys, both with M249 SAW's walking toward me, swinging his gun around--
"John, they're with me!" Graves shouted "CIA"
Graves buddies have arrived, finally.
"John, join me in the war room now!"
"On my way... Boss."
And John sprinted off after him
Blue Aurora
04-17-2004, 03:12 AM
Nice work Bean...err, which C&C game is it for? :D :rockbrow:
Nice work Bean...err, which C&C game is it for? :D :rockbrow:Who said it was for a C&C game?
Not me.
Blue Aurora
04-18-2004, 05:43 AM
That wasn't what I meant. I meant which C&C game is it based on.
Wesforce
04-18-2004, 05:54 AM
Its not based on any. Not all the stories here are based on C&Cs, BA.
gonefshn
04-19-2004, 09:22 PM
lol, BA life is not all about C&C, you need to do more things than sit at your PC all day to survive, and no yelling for yur mom to hurry up with your microwave dinners isnt one of those things... :rolleyes:
EliteGi
04-19-2004, 10:08 PM
Hehe, as much as we all love C&C, there are other things to life, like umm... chocolate and Scrumpy Jack Cider (say ki-dar) :D
I do a lot of sports, which is the reason why I'm not fat, the only reason. I sit down doing ***** all for ages until I find the motivation to do press-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups or go for a jog if I'm crazy enough :cool:
Blue Aurora
04-20-2004, 05:14 AM
Oi, I know that! :mad:
I was just curious! :wtf:
BA, critisism, not SPAM, understand? good.
Deathmarch
Chapter 16
John Bariks climbed the short flight of stairs into the war room, there was 20 chairs arrayed around the front of the room, in the front of the room, two men stood. Colonel Graves, and his commanding officer General Richard Blaris, both studying plans fanned out on a table in front of them, a projector in the back of the room cast light on them and the wall behind them, Bariks noticed ten other men- All CIA field operatives- already in the room. He chose a seat, and sat down.
"Now that everyones here, I guess we can begin. These terrorists have been tracked to an unnamed organization currently operating rather openly in South America -- namely Columbia -- and would like to deal them a hell of a blow." The image came up on the wall of an aerial photo of a road mostly concealed by forest cover, what was visible was covered by men with guns, and technicals, and -- even worse -- a few tanks. "Bariks, you noticed that Manuel Erzen had a tank, correct?"
"Yes, the Marines working with me would probably have a better idea of what it was, but it does appear to have been much like those. Do you suspect this was the force Erzen was funding?"
"Yes, Captain, Erzens drug money was tracked, at least partially, to this network, except we don't have much more Intel on who they are. What we do know, is what you see here has been called a 'Deathmarch' in which the terrorist forces move into towns and take cash, food, and other supplies. Attempts of Airstrikes have been met with negative sucess, even when we send in helo's. They scatter, and fire upon our aircraft. Ground assaults are met with force of defense, and are repelled or eliminated. We need intelligence very bad, General?" Colonel Graves passed the buck to the general, who continued the briefing:
"You are to enter here, just outside sentry range, by Chinook helicopter, you will move to this house in the town here, its a twelve kilometer hike, but you'll have three days to do it. When you reach this house, you'll set up, and attempt to gain as much intel as possible. DO NOT engage unless its worthless not to. There will be no rescue attempt on captured personell. Questions?... No?... Dismissed."
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Half an hour later, at the helipad, John Bariks, loading down with his AKM, an Entry shotgun, and a SOCOM pistol, joined up with the CIA agents, and they boarded the Chinook for a ride to Columbia.
SirSnake
04-28-2004, 06:13 AM
nice stuff.
i feel that there could be a little more between the action sequences, but they themselves are well scripted and make for an enjoyable read, not too heavy.
:D
Blue Aurora
04-28-2004, 07:08 AM
Understood.
BTW, the 16th Chapter....was crap. :p
Just kiddin'! HAHAHA! :D I liked it, it was detailed and it had the good plot. Keep up the good work....now I wonder when will Rolk remove the ban...I crossed my heart right in front of him, saying I wouldn't post anymore dumb topics. :rockbrow:
Sorry for the delay, Got about 5 school projects due, most I barely started on, some I have yet to, but I am getting near the end!!! Critism is welcome.
DeathMarch
Chapter 17
After being dropped in the dense Columbian jungle from a 'stealth' chinook, the entire strike team started their hike towards the town where they would set up an observation post. After a few kilometers of hiking, a wild boar tried to eviserate them, John Bariks quickly dispatched it with a shot from his silenced Mark 23 handgun. He quickly looked around, hoping no terrorists had been nearby. They had been warned about patrols, and Bariks was trying valiantly to keep the stealth aspect up, as to not alert anyone to their presence, yet.
Another uneventful few hours later and they were at the building, it was set to watch the main road on its way through the village, but it was set right into the forest, allowing for a quick escape. When the scout team reached the building, they found it full of supplies and ammunition. The eleven men set themselves up, arraying SVD's, and M24's in the windows, in spots where - if it came to it - they would be able to snipe at terrorists. After they had done that, they set up watch schedule, setting everyone to be awake at the time of the Deathmarch.
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The time passed slowly, as it was an incredibly boring setup, card games were numerous, as was boredom, excitement was nonexistant. When the time came, everyone was ready.
It started rather normally enough, a handful of men came in to the town, and started down the road, they appeared unarmed, but after a few minutes, they pulled out radios and started conversing with other people. The teams technical expert, Eric McMan, had tapped the frequency before they had started talking.
"Hell, I don't know Columbian." He said, listening to the 'gibberish' coming from the laptops speakers.
"Its Spanish I believe. Nothing big is happening from this view, except here comes some more terrorists." John Bariks, near McMan, walked over to the window, and saw four men with AK-47's walk into town. The men in the streets pulled out a random mix of handguns and Sub-machine guns and were waving them around. A man started towards one of them, a steak knife in his hand, when the man shot him, point-blank, with his Browning Hi-Power, blowing out the back of his head.
"Oh great, another stupid hero." John was watching the road, as a series of vehicles, tanks and technicals, with a few 6x6 trucks thrown in for color, drove in. They were surrounded by a wall of men.
Hundreds of men, in total.
"Holy sht, there must be, at least a thousand, maybe more!" McMan was saying, looking at video feed from the roof. He tilted the camera a little bit...
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One terrorist, sitting in the street on a chair, directly below the camera, was smoking a cigarette. There was a whirring sound above his head, very faint too. The tanks and Tech's had moved to the deeper part of town, so he looked up.
At first, he didn't believe it. But after shaking his head, he knew it was a camera. He raised his Makarov handgun, and shattered it with two shots.
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"What the-- Oh sht, we just lost video." McMan was typing frantically, trying to bring up other cameras, but the terrorist had shot all the ones that had any good views.
"We got a problem." One of the teams sentrys said, turning to the trio looking at the computer screen.
"What?" Bariks asked.
"They're coming!"
Blue Aurora
05-18-2004, 10:37 PM
Sounds exciting...a bit too short and not too much detail though.
Yes it is a wee bit generic, this is one of the many chapters I might end up editing
Well, its coming to a close. Chapter 18 is about 1/2 done, (I gave up for the night, its getting kinda' late here.) Then there'll be chapter 19, and an epilogue to tie it all together for a grand total of 20 chapters. now, i need some :sleep: until tomorrow, the cliffhanger remains.
Getting to the End, oh boy!
Deathmarch
Chapter 18
They converged, almost one thousand terrorists, turning towards a house with 11 people inside. Most fired uselessly at the house itself, which had a certain layer of steel in the walls, and a few headed for the door. John Bariks found his entry shotgun coming in useful, as he blasted the terrorists when they walked in. 2 men were near the top of the building, with the M24 rifles, attempting to take out as many terrorists as possible.
McMan, the technical specialist had hacked into a satellite, and was sending a distress signal to the rural base in the U.S. It was a futile attempt. Graves said specifically there would be no rescue attempt. Still, they could try.
Bariks, after emptying the 6 shots from his shotgun, had resorted to his AKM, loaded with a 75 round drum, and set on semi-automatic, his shots consistantly were one-shot-kills. Another, Dave Beri, had an M14, and was doing the same out of a 50-round magazine. Eventually, Bariks thought, I'll need either a miracle, or a Really big gun.
With a flurry of bullets flying around them, the civilians retreated to their homes and stores. Locking doors, and gates behind them, and cowering in corners, desperately avoiding getting blasted. Meanwhile McMan got a message sent through the satellite, and had picked up his M4A1 carbine, and moved to assist Bariks, and Beri.
A bullet got through the armored walls, but didn't hit anyone, another and then three more punched through, and one of the sentry's fell when a bullet tore through his gut. That left 10.
Another one, George Parry, got hit in the chest, the Russian 7.62x54R bullet went right through his vest, and him, and ended up in the wall. 9 left.
Two more, Carl Shepard, and Alan Ingerson moved to the cover of a stone wall near the road, a flurry of random gunfire took them out. 7.
Bariks suddenly heard handgun fire upstairs. He knew what it meant, terrorists had climbed the walls, and were up with the snipers, he asked McMan to get near the stairs, and two other men, Neil Breves, and Ed Goeders to help cover the only door. Sure enough, McMan got three terrorists. The snipers were dead. with only 5 people left, the others all met at the door.
"I say we run for the treeline. Someone oughta make it!"
It was then, that a terrorist started shooting them from behind. Killing Beri, then Goeders before Bariks got his gun around. It was then, that four people snuck up behind them, and slammed pistol butts into the back of their heads. There were now three, and each, was unconcious.
I couldn't wait, I want to hear your thoughts on the [likely unexpected] Ending.
Deathmarch
Chapter 19
When Bariks woke up, he was shocked to find himself lacking of a headache. He was tied up, but he had a razor blade built into his watch, as a precaution for this exact thing. Of course, he had learned it the hard way, but that is an entirely different story.
Once he had a position so he could almost get it, he noticed that his other two allies had been set up the same way. In fact, he suddenly realised, it seemed like.....
Execution Style.
The "head honcho" terrorist came up. He pulled a Browning Hi-power 9mm from a hip holster, and cycled the action. He started talking, in English, with a translator to tell the civilian crowd behind us. He started talking; "Well, I see we have the intruders. Do you know what happens to people who don't agree with us, or aid us in our fight to liberate the world from the Capitalist oppresors?!" He lined the Browning up with Neil Breves head, and pulled the trigger, putting a round right through his forehead.
He moved down the line, next was McMan. He stopped and started talking again; "The world is under the grip of these oppressors, and we, the Global Liberation Army, are planning to stop their oppression in all places, starting here, then Asia, then Europe, and finally, with our numbers massing in the Millions, we will invade the United States of America!" He was just short of pulling the trigger...
"Hey, you forgot Australia, and Antartica."
"SILENCE!" 'Head Honcho' screamed. Then, humorously, his head blew up.
Bariks wasted no time. He was unbound in seconds, and so was McMan, with Johns help of course, McMan grabbed the 9, and started firing into the terrorists. Bariks saw his bag, and grabbed it, the AKM-47 was still slung to it, he took it off and started firing.
Without warning, 200 men, all in Camouflage and U.S battle fatigues stormed into the clearing, firing into the terrorists, and missing the civilians. Bariks recognized patches on a few as Delta Force, and others as U.S. Army Rangers. He was saved.
A Blackhawk helicopter landed nearby, and 8 men, all strapped with M60's and covered in .308 ammunition stepped out, 1 walked over, and waved Bariks and McMan into the chopper, then turned and filled three men charging toward them with bullets. Bariks and McMan happily ran into the chopper, which promptly took off.
And In the pilots seat, was General Marcus Graves.
Wesforce
06-02-2004, 01:18 AM
Damn. For a moment there it looked like the good guys were going to win :cry:
Blue Aurora
06-04-2004, 12:41 AM
Not bad. And Wes, I'm bored of the goody two-shoes winning, and I like the baddies to win! :evil:
uh, think about what wes said there for a minute BA
And the end of the chapter......
Anyways the epilogue. Heres the end, the story is done.
Deathmarch
Epilogue [Chapter 20]
In his garage, John Bariks worked on his current "Pet Project." A 1986 Chevrolet 2500 pickup, he had sold it when he first got his job with Graves. Recently, he had just bought it back, unlike his other projects, such as an old '65 Mustang, which got sold for charity, it was joining the ranks of his '67 Chevelle SS and '70 GTO Judge. Vehicles he kept, and normally drove when he was in the mood.
He had been home for a week now, and had recovered from the headache - or more of a migraine, that had set in, worsened by the loud chopper flight, and jet flight home - and several dozen cuts, scrapes, slashes, and abrasions from the mission. The $220,000 made it better, and he had gotten himself a really nice Chevrolet SSR and invested a few thousand into his back-up income, the gunshop. Then requested a year of alone time, since his first mission, the Tempest assignment, he had been shot a total of about 8 times, and almost executed once.
A knock at the door got his attention. He knew who it might be, but was shocked when General Marcus Graves, Lieutenant Eric McMan, and his good friend, and gunshop co-owner Evan Reelborough, a recovered Evan Reelborough in fact. The three walked in, and sat down, mostly on overturned milk crates, as John's garage didn't have all too many chairs in it. Bariks joined the group after closing the door.
"What the hell are you guys all doing here?"
"We would all like to thank you. You've saved all of our lives one way or another recently." Graves said "So, well, Thank you."
"Thank you"
"Yes, John thank you."
"Well, I'm kinda appalled here. This isn't an everyday occurance." John got up, and turned off the air compressor, which had started up, and it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to carry a conversation over. "We should go to the house, its more comfortable."
"Aw hell, I don't care" McMan said. "Just as long as you got a beer."
"I ain't exactly a beer drinker Eric, Pepsi?"
Everybody said yes and the drinks were passed around. Bariks sat back down. "Graves, how'd you get promoted?"
"Oh, yes, Blaris went on vacation and left me in charge. He died in a car crash, and yes it actually was an accident. Not a terrorist assault." Graves took a sip of the drink in his hand. "It was his word that was keeping me from saving your asses, so I went in anyways, I was my own boss so..."
"Well, I think me and Eric have to thank you for that." Bariks turned to Evan "So, you're better now?"
"Yep, and I still am retired Graves, Bariks is on Vacation." Evan had worked for Graves for five years, which is how John came to meet him.
"Hey, general, what about those terrorists, the Global Liberation Army?"
"Well, their Columbian cell is mostly dead, It ain't going to screw with us anymore anyways. Although their European cell is becoming active. Estimations put another 15 years on their Asian cell, about 2019/2020 before that'll come to life, it is the weak one. Their European cell is almost dead though, the Germans and Russians were the main opponents of them, and they fought back, brutally too."
"Good"
That was a resounding agreement among the group, the GLA, like any terrorists, were terrorists, the exact enemy, the bane of the quartets existance, also the primary income for most of them. But they all had a secondary source, they wouldn't mind terrorism just dying off, but if they had to, they would try to get it to its deathbed.
Or at least as close to it as they could.
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