The Barracks Under Fire
by EagleRock
Note: Sorry this one took so long...I was having difficulty writing it. I half-like and half-hate this chapter, so I hope you all like it.
Chapter 10 - Kicking It Up a Notch
The sound of the AWP still resonated off of the stone walls of Aztec. SlashFirestorm wasn't dead. Slash stared ahead at the bombsite as time slowed to a crawl, waiting for the bomb to be activated. He then saw Maus fall backwards from the shot of the AWP. She was shot in the head.
Slash then turned to the left where he heard the AWP sound, where he saw EagleRock step forward, holding Stamper's AWP, as he walked towards the bombsite. EagleRock turned and looked at Slash. "Not this fucking time," he said, right before Wade called the ending of the match.
"The terrorists have been defeated. Counter-terrorists win!"
EagleRock walked over to Slash and dropped the AWP. "You all right, Slash?"
"Yeah...I think so. What happened? I heard the AWP fire at the bridge and your gun stop."
"Well, Stamper didn't aim it well," replied Eagle. "It's kinda hard to hold a heavy sniper rifle steady when you're being pummeled with bullets."
"Damn, dude. I thought for sure I was done for."
"Well, you're not. We did it this time." They headed back to the pods and transported back to the base as Wade finished off the day.
"That wraps up our Aztec match, as the Elite Guard has evened up the score, making themselves 2-2 against your moderators. Tune in next time when we see the Battle Royale continue on!"
"It's about fucking time!" said Phantom with a smile as he slapped Eagle on the back. He stepped aside to allow the rest of the Barracks to greet the two.
Slash was just glad to be alive, but couldn't help feel like EagleRock stole his thunder. After all, he was the one that loved to dive into the fray, and he was made to stay at the bombsite to cover. He quickly forgot this slighting, though, as the demeanor of his peers made it hard to be upset.
After the shock of the Barracks' great success, the group finally calmed down, had a good meal in the mess, then got comfortable in the lounge.
"Damn, dude, did you see him hit Maus right in the forehead?" said DarkSoldier with enthusiasm. "What an attack! He just rushed right in there and-"
"ENOUGH," said Phantom. "I know you're enthused, and I can't blame you. But we can't rest on our laurels and get cocky. These mods aren't easy targets, and don't forget that."
"Right," said EagleRock. "That was no walk in the park for me out in Aztec...it was close. If I had reacted a split-second less, Stamper would have had me in the head."
"Okay," said DarkSoldier, "but we are still strong. We can't underestimate ourselves, either."
"Sergeant," said Sentio, "you're right about that, but you better heed Eagle's words. We can't have another Dream-of-Duke on our hands."
"Okay, okay," replied DarkSoldier. "You're right, sirs."
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DarkSoldier was always raring to go when it came to fighting. At points, it was his downfall. He proceeded through the ranks of the Elite Guard quickly because of his fast nature, and it has landed him a Sergeant First Class role. He had the reputation of having a hot head, but was always thought of as a reliable soldier. People didn't catch onto it, but being cooped up in the base had made him itching for battle like no other.
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"Okay," said Phantom. "It's time for some shut-eye, guys."
"And girls," said LittleWashu.
"...and girls," said Phantom. "We'll probably need our strength for tomorrow. Something tells me they're pissed about this and they'll be trying all the harder."