Author Topic: GroundWater - The Summer Raids  (Read 7057 times)

"Inside? The hell are we going to goooooOOOO! OH GOD! OKAY THAT STINGS!" I shout, waving my hands at the woman as a signal to stop. "AND I THOUGHT GETTING SHOT WAS PAINFUL PART! GOD!"

"Oh man up, it's going to hurt worse later when I have to dig the bullet out of there."  I say, taping the gauze down. "That should do it for now..."

"WHAT?!" I yell out in pain. I should have seen this coming, I was shot while being chased by some insane fool, so obviously I had some adrenaline pumping, and all that other science stuff, so I wasn't going to be in as much pain as I normally would at the time. Part of me wished the psychopath was still on top of me.

James frowns, he can't see clearly what's going on through the binoculars. It looks like one of the figures is moving away from the other two, who appear to be laid down

Apparently you guys missed the part where I started shooting again.

Apparently you guys missed the part where I started shooting again.

After screaming like a little girl I hear a gunshot, and a familiar one. I glance in it's direction to find the fool shooting his gun. I didn't know if it was at me or something else, but I dove onto the ground anyways.

The bullet hits the engine block dead center causing it to let out smoke and steam, then shutting it off completely. Cayden, quickly realizing what just happend, slams down hard on the break, quickly scans the area, then jumps behind the car.

Bailey then quickly scans for the other vehicle, finding it quickly and mentally measuring the distance and adjusting his sight to match the mildots for the required distance, quickly finding the approximate location of the engine block and squeezing the trigger again.

James shoves the binoculars back into their compartment and starts the car, he has heard a gunshot and knows that someone down there probably needs his help. Quickly he puts the car in gear and begins to move forward. The bullet smashes into the bottom of his wind shield which practically explodes everywhere. Keeping one foot on the gas pedal James leans forward and pushes what remains of the wind shield out of the car. He then speeds towards the group of people.

Bailey grumbles obsceneties to himself as he misses his mark, then adjusts his aim to the now moving car, lining up the appropriate mildots on the grid, and firing, this time aiming for the hood latches on the front.


The second bullet thudded into the left latch, instantly the hood began to shake, James ducks down in his seat
"stuff" he exclaims, as he starts to sslow down

Bailey would then take another shot at the last latch.


I begin to crawl away, hoping to not become a target.