Author Topic: 118th Tactical Fighter Wing: Aces are Born - Mission 10 - Tango Line  (Read 76506 times)

Claire is there again shooting more targets


I pace around the base, bored.

I have the targets reset and pull out the Beretta 92FS INOX I had holstered on my belt, firing a few rounds at the target, hitting my mark all times.

"What was that?"
"Uhh, nothing."

C:=

More like
"What was that?"
And then Alexia just kisses Claire because she can

I draw my pistol and head to the range.
May as well work on accuracy.

I walk through the door, the sound of shots being fired deafening my ears. I quickly pull earmuffs off the rack and put them on, muffling the cracking sound. Nonetheless, it remains loud. I walk to my stall.

I flick the safety off my pistol, and spin it on my finger. My right hand meets the grip, my left pressing the 'reset target button'. I then put my left on the grip and begin to fire. The Colt leaves clean holes through the chest and head of the target.

"Hmph." I grunt, grinning at my improvement, and continue to fire.
« Last Edit: September 26, 2012, 11:17:25 PM by Comatose »

More like
"What was that?"
And then Alexia just kisses Claire because she can
hote

I head to the range as well, since I've probably gotten sloppy at my shooting.

I pull out a .357

I look at the targets, bored.  "Nah, not worth it"
Looking around, I see an old and worn fence approximately 800m away, with three beer bottles sitting on top.

"Challenge accepted."

I slide the magazine slide out, pulling another from my belt, sliding it and and pressing the slide release, shooting again.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, air raid sirens go off.
I run out to see what's going on, and in my haste I almost am split in two from a crashing jet.
"forget! Everybody scramble!"
I hop in my SU-47, not even waiting for takeoff permission, and gun it.


I lock on to an enemy F-22, and fire a SAAM (laser guided missile).
"Stay in the sights..."
He goes down in a ball of fire.

As I am about to empty my magazine, I hear the air raid siren. Panicking, I reload my pistol, yank the earmuffs off and drop them. I hastily run out of the room and into the hangar.

"What the forget do I do?"

Stupidly, I stand in the middle of the hangar when a plane comes crashing through the ceiling above me.

"stuff!" I dive to avoid the wreckage, and successfully do so, but I am hit by a falling piece of concrete and black out.

Aw stuff brother.
As I move to destroy a plane with my machine gun, one pulls in front of me right as I fire, killing his engines and removing an elevator.

Claire runs for cover from the range and across the arifield, dodging a taxiing plane. She sprints to a crashed plane and drags a friendly pilot from the rubble to the hospital. She does this for the entirety of the fight, and occasionally opens fire on any ground troops or ejected enemy pilots.

I am the gun at the bottles, my indicator (works and looks like the scouter from DBZ), but mainly detects speed and distance.
The bottles are 811.72 meters away.

*Click*

The wind blows gently, all that is heard is the wind blowing and everyone at the range firing their guns.

I fire at the first bottle, hitting it.
I aim at the second bottle, but an idiotic squirrel crawls up the post and pushing the bottle off.  The squirrel explodes instead.
I fire at the third bottle, and then hear the siren go off.

"stuff!"

I run for the base and hop into my mancave.