Case 007 - Part 2. (secret name)

A.N - Hey guys sorry for leaving you on cliff-hanger, seems watching Prison Break had bad influence on me. Anyways here is next part.

The moment I stepped on ground I could feel the heat of battle. Bullets flying all over the place. Fire burning brighter with every second. Sparks from armour being hit. Guns roaring their song of death. People screaming from rage, pain and fear. But most importantly, is the thrill. I start to feel how my heart starts beating faster and faster. Energy circulating inside of me non-stop and feeling birth of supernova in my chest.

"Markus, get ready with your SAW! Get it on top of that SUV and start firing while I will go and get to client." - Ron said while pointing at one of the Petrochem cars that was used as a cover by Petrochem troops.

I started running at it with SAW on my back and special tripod in my right hand.

"Trauma Team! I am here to help you out!" - I shouted hoping that IFF works and I don't get some friendly fire from them.

Petrochem soldiers just pointed their guns at first and then nodded getting back to fighting back ambushers. Quickly getting inside of SUV I started hitting one of the glass ceilings in order to turn car into improvised machine gun position. After dealing with ceiling I placed a tripod and initiated squib load with screws. That fixed tripod on the roof then I placed SAW on it and started prepping it for firing. First, release small shied. Second, check ammo box and belt-feed. Third pull charging handle. Done, SAW is ready to unleash it wrath.

Quick scan and data feed from our flyboys showed me position of rocket launchers and heavy weapons. Well, Jack Rambo moment!

I started firing at them, AP bullets started tearing apart unlucky few that got under my bullet spray. But 7,62 AP couldn't tear apart their cover.

"Alex, Rene! I need your eyes in the skies. Identify exact position of enemy and send to me via Smart Link data feed!" - I passed message hoping that I get quick reply.

"Got it Markus. Sending....now!" - I got reply from flyboys.

Although SAW lacks smart system and I couldn't use those self-targeting killer bees. But SAW has integrated firing and precision control system which allows gunner to fire more accurately at cost of RPM decreasing. Hell, we even have special instruction, that in case we risk loosing SAW we can abandon machine gun but must bring back that system as it costs five times more than a weapon.

I got targets highlighted and started firing short 3-5 bullets at one of the targets. First bullets got deflected, but next ones started scratching and denting cover till piercing it. That moment I unleashed final short burst killing a rocket launcher and destroying his weapon. Crap, I hoped that it will be like in a movies where I damage rocket launcher and cause it explode. Maybe I am just not enough John Rambo yet?

Anyways, I started repeating killing enemy rocketeers and heavy machine gunners. Enemies noted that I was destroying their fire support and started aiming at me. Slowly my shield started getting with return fire. Luckily SUV got parked in such way that only my upper part was exposed the rest is under protection of heavy armour. However, sooner or later enemies will shred my shield in pieces we need to hurry up!

"Ron! Hurry the fuck up! I can't hold them forever!" - I tried to reach Ron and others.

"We got to place but we got a problem. There is not one but two clients! One of them is badly wounded and another one is in critical state. Jorg and Sam trying their best to stabilise him." - Ron replied with clear anger.

"Listen Markus. We will fall back to your position but we need a path. Clear it for us. Distract them long enough!"

"Got it. Give me 10 seconds to replace barrel and reload my beast!"

"You got 10 seconds" - but I didn't listen to him since I was busy replacing red-hot barrel. Fearing that I will not be make it on time I activated Reflex Tuner. My hands started moving very quickly and accurately. Take out new barrel, shove it in, close mechanism and put back heat sink cover. Then reach new ammo box attached to my back and get out new belt feed. I have made it in just 10 seconds.

"Ron! I am ready! Start moving in 4 seconds after you I start firing and you got only 30 seconds before SAW starts coughing"

"Got it!"

Then I just started shooting without stopping and supressed enemies for brief moment. SAW was roaring like a bloodthirsty dragon, flashes made it look as if I was breathing fire. Tracer ammo seemed to make my bullets to be long red whip. Anyone it reaches ends up killed or wounded. Enemies started falling down or get torn apart, blood was splashed everywhere, limbs flying all over the place and bodies getting minced down.

One of the bastards lulls his hand next moment long red whip hits him and cuts in half. Another one gets bullet right in a head and his head explodes like a water bubble. Next target has some heavy armour plating but AP bullets pierce him in few places and damage or jam his implants which makes stop and start twitching like zombie. But next moment rain of bullets shred him a part leaving intact only legs which keep standing.

I don't pay attention to that, I am trying to create a barrier between my team and enemies. I try to attract all attention to me giving guys a chance to reach safe position. Shield gets pierced and then I get hit on my left arm. Bullet managed to pierce shield and armoured suit but got stopped by my subdermal protection armour plates. Hand goes numb but I still can use it. Pain Editor kicks in almost immediately, numbness changes into minor pain but hands start to function as normal and that just in less than a second. Return fire kills lucky bastard. So I kept firing despite getting more and more hits. My body was covered in bruises and cuts, I started to feel like boxing bag or dummy getting beaten up with heavyweight professional.

Then they finally got me. Loud electric snap, bullet passes through a shield destroying part of it and I get hit right in a head. Last thing I remember is extreme brightness and cracking sound as someone crashed a nut.

"...s. Mar...Markus" - I start hearing voices but they are so far away and dimmed?

Something bits, next moment I feel cold, ice cold, water flowing inside of me. It is freezing and I start to wake up. Things get clear and sounds not supressed.

"Markus! Report! Markus!" - I hear Sam's voice. I move my head and see him sitting next to me in SUV.

"I am back Sam. What was that cold shit? I have felt as if I had my penis stuck in iceberg." - I replied trying to look around. But strangely my right eye saw only blinking images from frontal cameras while left one saw everything though a long crack. I start to feel the heat and wind reaching my skin.

"Good. When we almost made it to you someone got you right in a head. You just fall down and I had to check on you. Seeing you being half-unconscious I injected Slushy. We are almost ready for evac. Jorg is almost done stabilising client." - Sam replied helping me to get up and out of SUV.

"Slushy?" - I asked still trying to get my coordination back in order.

"Yeah, good stimulator makes you awake as if you had some really cold shower but later on will give very painful headache that require some strong painkiller." - Sam said pointing at empty syringe with fucking long needle.

"Don't tell me you...."

"Yeah, right in a heart is the best and fastest way to get it kicking." - Sam said coming down to help Jorg.

"Enough chit chat about drugs and abusing them. Jorg, Sam are we ready for evac? Enemy cars are getting close." - Ron said in comms.

"Yeah I just finished stitching his internal bleeding. Now I am just checking that I haven't missed anyth.."- but before Jorg could finish his sentence familiar sound of electric snap and bullet pierces through car armour and hits him right in a hand severing few fingers and leaving them inside clients wound that Jorg was checking.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck. My fingers, fucking fuck!" - Jorg screamed like a wounded bison.

"Shit. They got some AT sniper! We have to run now. Sam are they good for evac?"- Ron shouted trying to overcome angry roars of Jorg.

"They will defiantly make to aerodyne but then I have to check on him!" - Sam replied trying to seal wound with fingers still inside using some strange type of stapler.

"Mark, get SAW back. You will give us covering frying while we fall back to landing zone to evac. Sammy and I will carry one of the clients while Jorg and of Petrochem soldiers will get another one." - Ron said and picking one of the soldiers as temporary companion.

I just nodded at him and got back to SUV to get back SAW. This time it was much faster since I just had to release it off tripod. When I got back to team they already got both clients on stretchers and prepared to run. As extra protection we have thrown a lot of smoke grenades to distract enemies.

"NOW!" - quick order and we start running. I keep firing like John Rambo on move trying to shoot at the last enemy positions I remember. That was one hell of a sprint. Bullets flying and Jorg swearing. Clients groaning in pain. Ron breathing like tired horse after long gallop. Involuntary Petrochem volunteer trying to keep up and not shake stretcher too much. And me running and shooting like action movie hero.

We heard a jet engine roar and then our birdie made a diving move stopping just few meters in front of us. Without wasting time we all hopped in and started preparing for rough evasive manoeuvres. Client got fixed with straps and cushions while we had to grab special g-force overload railings and belts. Next few seconds were like a fucked up rollercoaster. Up. Down. Left. Down. Up.

Petrochem soldier just started vomiting inside his helmet telling by his head movements. Others had it not so bad but still they suffered. Patients got knocked off completely after such g-force overload while I just gritted my teeth having it not so bad thanks to Slushy.

After another few moments of wonderful, not, free of charge rollercoaster ride birdie got back to normal. My team and Petrochem guy opened side door and started vomiting. Looking at this image I just laughed and thought what a weakling. But then headache hit me so bad that I just fall down on a floor. Come on! Why now?! Have I impersonated John Rambo and survive through such a battle just to get downed by a headache?

AN- Name of a chapter "Fake John Rambo" and I was listening to Red - Faceless as part of inspiration while writing this fiction so I hope you can enjoy it as well.