The Equestrian Honor Guard
Chapter 3
By Honored Service
I slowly squeezed the trigger of my rifle, preparing myself for the light kick that would follow.
Bang
After the first shot, I unloaded what felt like half the magazine of blanks into the room sweeping it left to right. Then I ducked behind the door way waiting to see what would happen.
"What the fuck was that! Who the fuck did I assign to guard the back door?!"
From where I was resting, I could feel the anger radiating off of the upperclassman. He was truly pissed that he had just got pinned from behind.
"Well Captain, that well placed flanking fire killed these four men and wounded these three. Please have six of your unharmed men take them to the designated feild hospital area. You four KIAs lie down and rest or something."
The judge for the enemy team was being pretty fair I guess. Even though I should have gotten at least six kills.
Six fellow freshmen walked next to me and out of the building offering me whispers of good job for showing up the upperclassman and getting them out of he training excersise. The three guys being carried out as wounded men thanked me even more for being a bad shot.
I stepped around the corner and asked the judge if I was killed or wounded.
"What," He laughed and then put a hand on my shoulder, "Kid, no one returned fire to kill you or wound you, you're still in this. Get back behind that wall before I start the op again."
I quickly ran back behind the same wall I had just fired from.
Well fuck. Now everyone knows I'm here, and I can think of one junior's gun that isn't loaded with blanks; but with rubber dummy rounds, and at the range I would be shot with, they could be potentially lethal.
Double fuckity fuck fuck
"Please continue." I heard the judge say, oblivious to the immense amount of pain I was about to be in.
I looked at my watch, 11:11
I wish I could live in Equestria. I don't care what part of it, just send me to Equestria. Please God, Allah, Buddha, Vishnu, who ever is In charge of this sort of thing.
With that daily ritual completed I was ready to focus o n the matter at hand... which happened to be a silver cylindrical shaped object rolling through the door and coming to a rest next to my boot.
Triple fuckity fuck fuck
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"Here's a little surprise for you, ya freshman pile of shit." The very agitated junior pulled the flash bang grenade out of his back pouch and pulled the pin on the blinding device.
"Sir I thought those weren't allowed anymore, you know, after the last time sir." Butterscotch (his real name was Timothy) was a very quite freshman. Seniors often overlooked him because of this trait. Of all the times he needed to yell, this was the most important, but then everyone would look at him... including the junior who was about to use a flash bang that was defiantly not allowed to be equipped on training ops. Better to just stay quite was Timothy's conclusion.
Avoid all the attention.
The judge turned around just in time to watch the grenade arch its way into the room the freshman had ducked into.
"What the fuck do you thing you're do---
CRACK BANG
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All I could do was stare at the small object. I thought those weren't allowed anymore... Oh goddamnit
I looked at my watch, still 11:11.
CRACK BANG
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