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Greyhawk 40-P
Don't be afraid to Comment and Note
Caliber: 40mm S-Greyhawk
Magazine Cap: 3 + 1 rounds
Overall Length: 35.8 inches
Firing type: Pump action
Weight: 21 pounds loaded
//Archives.....//
//Files.....//
//#87751.....//
//Opening....//
//Major Mikeal...//
//Log # 144//
A squad of men lead us upstairs. Two of them where armed with a Greyhawk stamped Grenade Launcher. I saw Olaf eye up the gun and smirked a little bit.
"You like it?" one of the men asked
"It is pretty good looking komrad, first time I have Seen't a pump action Grenade launcher." Olaf Said.
"Here man, Trade with me. This thing is nice and all but its too damn heavy for a guy like me" he said as he handed Olaf The gun. Olaf Cocked it and smiled, he handed the grunt his old revolving GL greyhawk had given him long ago.
"Thanks Komrad" Olaf said as he smiled and nodded.
"Yeah...same" the grunt said as he realized that Olafs old GL was no lighter then the one he just had.
As we scaled the staircase leading up to the main door I heard Major Kurter over the Comm.
"See you soon..."
I nodded my head to the nearest camera and exited. I looked back to see sophie, with a somewhat odd look on her face. I moved back from the front of the line and asked her what was wrong.
"I'm not sure Mikeal, I just have a bad feeling about this." she said
"I understand, Zero Alpha designated sectors arn't the nicest places" I chuckled
"no, its not that...just something else" she said.
I could tell that she was serious, just the look in her eye gave me chills as well. We moved along, running through the empty streets of zero alpha. We came to a halt on the corner of an intersection. The lead man gave us some hand signs, telling us that the street we where about to go down is known for EC and Gang ambushes. I nodded and we continued on. I scanned the buildings, looking for anything out of place. Olaf whispered to me.
"I don't like this Mikeal...Something isn't right."
I knew he was serious, Olaf never refered to me by my name. It was allwaysh "Komrad" or "Major". I spoted a flare a street over, it peaked from behind a 8 floor building that was mostly rubble.
"Get down!" the lead man yelled.
The familiar beam of tracers soon filled the air. We ran for cover. Me and my men made our way to an old Deli, Sophie and her men ran to a apartment building and the men from the lost batalion took cover behind some cars and rubble. I attempted to Comm into the driver, he had stayed behind to get ammo and gasoline. But it seemed that who ever was attacking us was jamming our Comms.
I heard yelling from the lost batalions men, something about getting out before they mortor thier position. The yelling was soon silenced as a well placed sniper round entered thier majors skull. Another took out ther second and third in command until the only one left was the man Olaf traded his old Grenade launcher too.
"Boy! Get over here now!" I shouted to him. he ran for his life and slid over the counter of the deli.
"Holy $H#T.....Holy $H#T" he gasped.
"Calm down Comrad, we will get out soo-" I Was cut off by Olafs yelling
"Here is your present Komrads!, Merry Kristmas!" He said as he blasted 3 rounds into the windows down the street. I belive he loaded it with airbust rounds because there was a quick period when there was only silence....Followed by a massive explosion.
"nows our chance, move, move, move!" Sophie yelled.
we bolted around the corner we came though earlier.
"So wheres this safe house kid?" I asked the still shaking lost battalion soldier
Greyhawk 40-P
Don't be afraid to Comment and Note
Caliber: 40mm S-Greyhawk
Magazine Cap: 3 + 1 rounds
Overall Length: 35.8 inches
Firing type: Pump action
Weight: 21 pounds loaded
//Archives.....//
//Files.....//
//#87751.....//
//Opening....//
//Major Mikeal...//
//Log # 144//
A squad of men lead us upstairs. Two of them where armed with a Greyhawk stamped Grenade Launcher. I saw Olaf eye up the gun and smirked a little bit.
"You like it?" one of the men asked
"It is pretty good looking komrad, first time I have Seen't a pump action Grenade launcher." Olaf Said.
"Here man, Trade with me. This thing is nice and all but its too damn heavy for a guy like me" he said as he handed Olaf The gun. Olaf Cocked it and smiled, he handed the grunt his old revolving GL greyhawk had given him long ago.
"Thanks Komrad" Olaf said as he smiled and nodded.
"Yeah...same" the grunt said as he realized that Olafs old GL was no lighter then the one he just had.
As we scaled the staircase leading up to the main door I heard Major Kurter over the Comm.
"See you soon..."
I nodded my head to the nearest camera and exited. I looked back to see sophie, with a somewhat odd look on her face. I moved back from the front of the line and asked her what was wrong.
"I'm not sure Mikeal, I just have a bad feeling about this." she said
"I understand, Zero Alpha designated sectors arn't the nicest places" I chuckled
"no, its not that...just something else" she said.
I could tell that she was serious, just the look in her eye gave me chills as well. We moved along, running through the empty streets of zero alpha. We came to a halt on the corner of an intersection. The lead man gave us some hand signs, telling us that the street we where about to go down is known for EC and Gang ambushes. I nodded and we continued on. I scanned the buildings, looking for anything out of place. Olaf whispered to me.
"I don't like this Mikeal...Something isn't right."
I knew he was serious, Olaf never refered to me by my name. It was allwaysh "Komrad" or "Major". I spoted a flare a street over, it peaked from behind a 8 floor building that was mostly rubble.
"Get down!" the lead man yelled.
The familiar beam of tracers soon filled the air. We ran for cover. Me and my men made our way to an old Deli, Sophie and her men ran to a apartment building and the men from the lost batalion took cover behind some cars and rubble. I attempted to Comm into the driver, he had stayed behind to get ammo and gasoline. But it seemed that who ever was attacking us was jamming our Comms.
I heard yelling from the lost batalions men, something about getting out before they mortor thier position. The yelling was soon silenced as a well placed sniper round entered thier majors skull. Another took out ther second and third in command until the only one left was the man Olaf traded his old Grenade launcher too.
"Boy! Get over here now!" I shouted to him. he ran for his life and slid over the counter of the deli.
"Holy $H#T.....Holy $H#T" he gasped.
"Calm down Comrad, we will get out soo-" I Was cut off by Olafs yelling
"Here is your present Komrads!, Merry Kristmas!" He said as he blasted 3 rounds into the windows down the street. I belive he loaded it with airbust rounds because there was a quick period when there was only silence....Followed by a massive explosion.
"nows our chance, move, move, move!" Sophie yelled.
we bolted around the corner we came though earlier.
"So wheres this safe house kid?" I asked the still shaking lost battalion soldier