Snippet #1336541

Vikky watched as both Adrian and Swagger ran to her position, followed by a few other soldiers, seeking cover. Unfortunately not all of the men made it as the sound of a QBU-88 sounded through the air, and a russian soldier gained a fancy new chest cavity. The man dropped, and another man ran out of cover to grab him, and carry him into cover. It wouldn't take a rocket-scientist to tell that such a cleanly placed center-mass shot was going to be the end of the poor russian.

Suddenly, Vikky was startled as a man came around the corner, and was swiftly gunned down in front of her as she went to raise her rifle. The hot-shot sargent had popped him twice, with a baretta pistol. She didn't hesitate to look down, and shoot him once with her AK, earning another groan from the target. She knew that the 9mm wasn't enough to finish the job, even with well placed shots. But Swagger called out for two more contacts, and Vikky didn't hesitate as soon as she heard the first cry. She raised her rifle, and aimed towards the forward-most enemy, whom was only starting to bring his rifle to his shoulder. Her rifle shouted with the percussion of death as she placed a round in the man's gut, his groin, his right thigh, and his right knee. It was visable that her spacing was much wider than she would've liked it to be...but she was a young girl. She should've gotten props for not shooting her own leg off. The second bogey was now quite aware of his doom, and fired from his literal hip, the QBZ-95 spraying in their direction. Vikky pulled herself and Swagger as close as she could get to the edge of the building, bullets grazing the building as she pulled them into cover. She jabbed her rifle around the corner, leaning lightly before opening fire at the chinese man, whom now desperately sprayed in their direction. She returned the fire, firing about five or six rounds off before finally hitting the chinese man, whom's gun clicked empty, and hunched over, grasping the new hole in his lung. Vikky peeked around the corner, and frowned. She hesitated for a small second, before pulling the trigger, the man getting shot in the chest again. He dropped this time, assumedly out from bodily stress and bloodloss. The 5.45 round tumbled when it entered the body, instead of going straight through, creating a devistating wound.

She pulled her form back completely around the corner, and sighed loudly. "Twenty." She said to herself, holding her rifle to her chest, which was rising up and down rather rapidly now. It was clear that she was still not used to being in close-combat yet. She looked to Adrian and Swagger, and gulped hard. But her eyes solidified. She was nervous, but she wasn't going to run, or panic. She had been in this state before..and she knew how to handle it.

She looked back towards Adrian. "I will be your spotter. But I suggest that we do not go out into that street." She said, pointing to the street that had the dead chinese and in which the russian soldier had been shot. "We had better find a back route..." She looked back to her squad, looking over the heads. Noone really designated a leader.... She sure as hell wasn't it. "M-maybe we should split up?" She said, calmly, looking around. She then realized that the Russian that had been shot was their Captain.... Who was in charge now?