//------------------------------// // Modern Wargames: TCB // Story: The Wacky Wonderful Revolving Door // by Krass McWriter //------------------------------// Modern Wargames: TCB By Krass McWriter A young man was doing his precombat checklist before he entered the heavily guarded building with his four team mates. Helmet? Check. Kevlar Vest? Check. Camouflage? Check. Rifle? Check. Pistol? Check. Ammo? Check. KABAR? Check Mission was a go, the man in a soldiers guise turned to his team and gave them a thumbs up. Each member returned the signal after preforming the checks them selves. They each knew they mission, they were all well aware of the risks at hand. The young man, known as 'Sky' to his freinds gave the signal to stack on him. The third man ran from his spot to the door, the fourth and fifth men filling the gap 'Cloud', 'Wind', and 'Breeze' respectively. He gave a nod to the man in front of Sky, 'Rain', to warn that he was about to breech. He returned the nod and Cloud booted in the door as hard as he could, stepping off to the other side of door to make way. Rain never made it past the fatal funnel, immeaditly upon entering the doorway several rounds entered his chest. Sky pressed foward, trampling on Rain. Hesitation meant certain death, it was too late for Rain anways. Sky unloaded into the gunner, Wind doing the same. He moved up his side, going the path of least resistance, Wind moving up the opposite side the rest staggered there movement the same. One gunner, intel said five. Two more rooms. Sky looked at Rain, fifty percent of the time the first man in died. Fifty Percent. There would be some serious drilling after this to make sure this would not be repeated. But there is no time for mourning, not right, not in the middle of combat. Sky Signaled to stack on Wind, The door being closest to him. Sky doubled back and picked up rear security as the fourth man in the stack. He issued the order to check mags, ejecting the used one and popping in a fresh one himself.  Breeze removed himself from the stack and Sky filled the gap. The stack leaned back then lurched foward as Breeze kicked the door in. A machinegun, an RPK by the sound of it, unloaded into him and Wind, although Wind got a few rounds off before falling. Breeze and Sky owned their entry, taking down the machine gunner as Wind was still falling. Their attentions turned to the other two rifle men in the room, holding positions behind over turned desks. Sky flipped his IAR into fully automatic and seemlessly unloaded into the desk on his side. Breeze did the same, but not before the rifle man got a few rounds into him. Sky was alone. One room and one tango left. Sky tossed his IAR, he wouldnt be needing it. He drew out his Glock 19 and turned the taclight he attached to it on. He drew a long deep breath and exhaled. There was no telling what was on the other side. He opened the door and headed inside. It was empty. Sky looked around, confused. Then it hit him, behind the door. Just as he spun around, the door flew closed and the last tango came barreling out from behind it, knife drawn. The enemy knocked the glock out of Sky's hand as he pulled the trigger, the solitary shot going into the roof. The tango slashed at Sky, going wide and leaving just enough time for him to draw his own knife. The two men faced off, knives drawn. Moments passed like hours. It was the tango that made the first move, swinging with his left and stabbing with his right. Sky ducked under to the left and drove his Kabar home, into the tango's throat. He let go and let him drop to the floor. The fight was over. Sky had won. -_-_-_-_- Four ponies and one human walked down the street. "Ha! Rain died first! Just like I told you he would!" Breeze boasted. "Now, now, Rain hasnt been playing as long as we have. Horsefeathers, this is his first time using the patch!" Cloud corrected. The patch of course referred to an enchanted piece of adhesive fabric holding potion that delivers it into the system upon fatal wounds. "Celestia in socks, does it ALWAYS hurt bad?" Rain complained. "Yup!" Cloud and Breeze said simultainously. "Man, you think a few seven six two is bad? They unloaded half a drum into me!" Wind sneared. Always the new ones that complain about getting shot or blown up or some such. "Bro, I got the fucking dvd for that shit! That knife kill was the fucking shit!" Sky boasted. "Yeah, yeah, you're never going to shut up about being last man standing and getting a knife kill in the same match." Wind rolled his eyes. "Would you shut up about wind? Would you really?" Sky retorted. "Well I dont know about y'all, but I'm hungry! Lets eat!" Cloud grinned. The group uttered agreements and continued onwards to the local diner. -_-_-_-_-AUTHOR'S NOTES-_-_-_-_- Holy crap this was fun to write. Finally use all that infantry training in my fics eh? Human race would SO do live ammo skirmishes like paintball or airsoft with live round if we had a way to not die.