He held his AK firmly while aiming at the ramp and expected the worst to happen. It could be the feds, it could be the cops, but they really hoped that it wasn't the special forces. Lima put her trigger finger at the grenade launcher. Then, it came three black big SUVs, Chevrolet Suburban, were entering the car park. Lima stood up and just wiped her eyes. She took a deep breath, "Don't worry. They're allies."
They were the person that both of them most likely knew, they were Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Echo, and two other persons that names were still unknown for him. They got out of the car and Alpha said, "Looks like we miss all the fun eh."
"No doubt about that," a woman said. The unknown woman that was using a silenced Bushmaster ACR with an ACOG sight.
"It couldn't be that bad right?" Another unknown man came. His equipment was an AS Val that was heavily modified and made the simplicity of the gun lost. The skeleton stock had been replaced with a more solid Magpul Prs Gen 3 stock, the sight was a Barska, and there was a vertical foregrip on it. If you noticed, there was a Carl Gustav M4 on his back.
Lima approached them, "Good to see you both. This is a new addition to the team, meet Delta," she introduced Patrick, "Delta, the girl is Hotel, and the boy is Foxtrot."
"Boy? Girl? Why every single contractor that I met is a teenager?" Patrick asked Lima.
"Do you really expect older people to go searching for an app down below on the app store?" Foxtrot shook his hand, "Nice to meet you Delta, Echo said that you're a good driver. Actually, we need your help this time, we need another skillful driver."
Patrick would accept that, but he would ask first about the prize, "How much will I get?"
"3000$ at the very least," Foxtrot entered the car again and Charlie moved to the same car as Echo as she would be the driver, "We will attack an arms shipment convoy, you will be in the back," Bravo was the one that leads the convoy to attack another convoy.
He opened the door of the Chevy and noticed that the door was very thick, 'Nice, this is armored,' he entered that car and started the engine. Lima was riding shotgun as usual. She put her rifle in front of her body, "Let me turn on the siren," a blue and red light was shining in front of the car. The convoy started moving down that car park.
The convoy cut through the busy city traffic and disobey every single rule including, but not limited to, driving against the lane, ignoring speed limits, and driving straight through the red lights. "This could be a request from the homeland security on the intelligence agency," Lima said.
"BIN?" Patrick said.
"Yes. An arms shipment in a gun strict country usually isn't good news," They dodged the incoming lane. A lot of horns were all they heard since there was a traffic jam in the other lane, but their first priority was to intercept the convoy.
The street was still busy since it was still 4 pm. Since they were in the downtown region, they could see several girls in their school uniform that were walking in the mall. They were wearing expensive makeup that really removes the high school girl's vibe from them, "Thots," he nodded at his left.
Lima saw an old man with a high school girl on the other side of the streets, "Fucking disgusting sugar daddy," she said.
Bravo: "Turn left on the intersection ahead. And prepare your drive by weapons, driver included."
Lima choked the handle of her SCAR-H and loaded another grenade launcher round at the under-barrel grenade launcher. In front of them was a container truck escorted by two cars. Not stopping there, on top of the container was someone that held an MP9.
Bravo: "Alpha will shoot the escort upfront. Echo shoots the container, and Delta shoots the escorting vehicle behind the truck."
Two cars overtook the convoy and without any more warning, the security details shot them with submachine guns and assault rifles. Lima opened the door of the car and shot a grenade to the escort and blew the car out of commission. Patrick overtook that burning wreckage of metal and kept his eyes on the container truck.
The container truck doors opened and revealing a quite unpleasant surprise, "Holy shit, that's an HMG!" A Browning heavy machine gun was aimed at his car and the Gunner immediately blasted the car with .50 BMG.
Patrick overtook the container truck in order to avoid the heavy machine gun bullets, but 10 rounds managed to enter the car and pierced through the glass. "Phew, almost got killed," he saw Lima who was opening her clothes. He noticed that a very large wound had been made there, in her left hand.
Delta: "I have a wounded here, I need to retreat."
Bravo: "Copy that Delta. Mind telling me what happened?"
Delta: "Be advised. The container truck has a Browning Heavy Machinegun."
Echo: "Copy that."
Patrick turned to another corner and let the other to chase after the convoy. He stopped the car on the side of the road and checked on his friend's wound. "Probably... Got grazed," she opened a package of bandage, "It's... very cold..."
Medical shock, it was what happened to her. The massive amount of blood lost in her hand resulted in a shock. 'Grazed? There is a fucking river in here!' he said as he grabbed the bandage from her hands and wrapped it around her hand. He applied the bandage hard on her hand and it stopped the bleeding. "Looks like... There's another..." She passed out.
Echo: "We successfully capture the convoy. How's the condition there?"
Delta: "FUBAR. Gunshot wounds. Oh yeah, Lima has passed out."
Echo: "Have you closed every wound?"
Delta: "Not yet, still searching for the other."
Echo: "Good luck."
He opened her clothes further to search for that another wound. He checked every single place including below her bra. He checked the back of the ballistic vest to search for penetration, 'No penetration, I guess the torso is clear.' He looked at her other hand and neck and decided that the wound wasn't in the upper part of her body.
'Where the fuck is it?' he searched by grabbing her legs and searched for anything red and warm. He started by touching her legs and progressing to her thighs, 'got ya you swollen bastard,' she found the wound on the right upper thigh section that was close to her private area.
He undoes the belt of her pants and thought for a second, 'Is this unethical?' he looked at the halfway unzipped pants, 'Fuck no, this is an emergency!' he took down her pants and found the hole in her thigh, that soft and white thigh, 'goodbye my innocence,' he wrapped the bandage tightly on her thigh and it stopped the bleeding. 'Mmm, Grey,' he pulled up her pants again.
Delta: "This is Delta, the patient has been stabilized. Confirmed gunshot sounds on the thigh and on the left arm."
Echo: "Great, now can you search for a rectangular container similar to a stim that has a blue tip on top of it?"
Delta: "Yes, it marked as U.R."
Echo: "Great. Search for the main blood vessel in her chest or you can stab her neck blood vessel. The latter is easier."
Delta: "Ok."
He opened the Injection and slowly injected it at her neck blood vessel. The blue solution was dispensed slowly at her neck. He didn't know what it would do, but he trusted Echo for that.
Echo: "Now, do you see the stim? Inject it too. Please, not to the chest."
Delta: "ok."
He grabbed another rectangular container and injected it at her neck. Stim was a painkiller and other things. The other things were still unknown to Patrick.
A two Chevrolet Suburban parked in front of them. Hotel and Foxtrot got out of the car and checked on his car.
Hotel: "No shit, this is some heavy-duty damage."
Foxtrot: "I'm glad Lima and Delta survive."
Patrick got out of the car and approached them, "what do you mean by?" He looked at the car which had a bigger hole than he could predict, "Holy shit that's a big hole."
"If this is not an armored car, you will be turned into a red goey paste," Hotel said as she knocked on the car to appreciate its durability, "Hey, what happened to your hand and your AK?" She pointed at his hand.
He nodded left and noticed that blood was flowing from his hand, "Probably just grazed," he opened the car door and sat down on the seat while he treated his wound. He applied another antiseptic ointment and bandaged it tightly. After that, he looked at his AK which barrel was wicked as fuck. It was very broken.
"Damn, I haven't even spent a month with this rifle," he said as he dumped the AK on the ground.
"Hmm, we have this from the arms shipment. Maybe it could help a little," Hotel gave him a Type 56 Assault Rifle.
Patrick grabbed that weapon, "Thanks, any weapon will help for now," he said as he grabbed his broken AKM to sell it at the pawnshop, "Should we bring Lima to a hospital?" He asked Hotel.
"Nah, she should be ok. Thanks for the help Delta," Hotel said as she entered her Chevrolet again and drove away.
The other two cars drove away and leaving Delta and Lima on the side of the quiet road. He entered that car again and dressed Lima so her clothes didn't look as if it was out of place.
He put the car transmission at D and started driving the car again. His destination was the residential area.