The Equestrian Honor Guard
Chapter 2
By Honored Service
Patterson, Ryans, Jacobs and I moved up to the designated start position before the training drill would begin.
Looking over my shoulder at my fellow cadet recruits I asked, "What do you think Boomer is going to plan today?"
Ryans laughed adding, "Same thing as always man. He's just going to lay down as much fire on the front of the building until the judge says all the bad guys are dead, or it's more than likely that a few bad guys will sneak out of the back of the building while he is raping the front of it with fire."
Everyone was silent as we thought about another failed training exerciseby Boomer and the men he was in charge of, another great leadership exercise that had a very shitty leader.
An idea hit me while we were all grumbling and complaining about upperclassmen.
"Yo squad, I have an idea that will get this training op wrapped up in 10 seconds flat."
I know that is an overused brony term, but any brony would know it, and I still clung onto some hope that there was another brony in my class of freshmen.
"What's the idea Johnson?"
"What we goin' do?"
"Please tell me it involves actually doing something?"
Well it was worth a shot. I'll have to try again when some more freshmen were around.
"Ok so here's the deal," I grabbed a stick and made a crude drawling of the building and the surrounding woods we were currently in, "Now Boomer always just attacks the front right?"
All 3 heads nodded in unison confirming my good, no, brilliant idea.
"Then when the other squads start attacking the front, we could loop around the back and snatch the plans without the enemy noticing or get them all pinned down from behind."
"That's what she said"
"Shut it Jacobs. This is somewhat serious," I threw the drawing stick at him, "So what do you guys say? Sound like a plan?"
Ryans picked up his M249 and cocked it back, "Hell yeah, let's actually go do something in this useless training time."
"Ok Ryans and Jacobs, you two will stay outside behind the building and cover Patterson and myself while we breach the back of the building. If anyone besides myself or Patterson leaves, open up on them and keep them down. We can't have the plans leave the building."
Jacobs picked up his own gun and moved with Ryans to a spot farther away to give cover once we moved out and towards the rear of the building.
"Alright Patterson, I want you right behind me till we hit the wall, and then you kick that shit in, and I'll spray it clear if necessary."
He reached over and patted me on the back, "You know I got your back J. Now let's do this."
Looking over to Jacobs and Ryans I gave them a thumb up.
"Wait until we hear the front guys open fire and then we will move around-"
BANG BANG CHHHHHHHCHHHHHHHHH
Before I could finish, a massive volley of fire was heard to our left side.
I looked to my watch, 11:00 on the dot.
"Ok Ryans, prepare to cover us if needed."
"Will do Johnson!"
I looked behind me to Patterson, "Let's go Pat."
We dashed off out of the woods on a long beeline sprint to the rear of the building, that was being used by the enemy as their strong point. It was a good 50 yard dash from the tree line and we were pretty easy to spot, if the leader of the enemy troops had bothered to put a sentry on the rear point of entry.
In their defense, Boomer always attacked the front, but I wasn't Boomer.
We hit the back of the building without being noticed. I could still hear an ungodly amount of fire coming from the front of the building, Boomer must be doing his standard tactic; throw enough force into one side and it will break.
Patterson moved in front of me onto the other side of the door. We were across from each other waiting for my signal to breach and clear.
I gave a single nod to Patterson.
In what felt like slow motion, Patterson stepped back and planted a hard kick right to dead bolt of the door and the frame splintered and cracked throwing the door open. He stepped to the side and I maneuvered around him stepping into the dark building.
I swept left while Patterson swept the right side of the room.
"Are they really all in the front room?" Patterson whispered to me.
"Are they really all in the front room," I whispered back, trying not to squeal with excitement, "and did they really leave the plans right here unguarded?"
Right in front of us was a steel brief case with US Army stamped on the front. I moved to it and slowly opening it saw that inside were fake plans for a base to be built on, 'your mothers pussy'.
"How appropriate Captain Rogers."
"Patterson, take this bad boy back to the judge on our side." I handed him the briefcase and moved to the door, my rifle still at the ready.
"Wait, Johnson what are you doing?" Patterson stopped right outside of the door frame. "Not to be cliché or anything but I'm not leaving you behind."
"I appreciate that you care Pat, but someone does have to stay and cover your ass out of here. Now get moving or we won't win this pointless exercise."
Patterson gave a quick wave and sprinted back towards the tree line to return the briefcase to the judge to signal our side winning the War Game.
I moved to the door way leading deeper into the building because I was bored as hell. And getting to pop a cap in some bitches would be a fun way to end the training exercise. I moved into another empty room, but the gunfire from the blanks was definitely a lot louder now.
I looked down at my watch, 11:06. Almost time for my daily ritual.
I slowly leaned my head into the next room and jerked it back immediacy. Behind door number 3 was a room full of my fellow classmates dubbed enemies. They were all facing the windows looking out to the tree line were, even from this far away, you could see the muzzle flashes from my allies' rifles.
I checked my mag, 30 plus one in the chamber, I know they were just blanks but this useless training we all took as a joke was really good practice for what most of us would be going through once we left the corps of cadets and entered the military.
I slowly brought my rifle to my shoulder and took a deep breath, carefully creeping around the corner I aimed down the sights. I lined up the shot on the crouched enemy the farthest away from me. I clicked off the safety and gently lowered my finger onto the trigger.
The time was 11:09
More Thanks to Slip Kid for using his magic of editing.