by Alex Just
~ Island – pacific ~
Martin had heard everything from his hiding place in the bathroom. As soon as he was certain that everyone had left for the weapons, he had made his way out of the prison and followed them quietly. While the prisoner’s attention was on Stan, he secured himself a rifle and two grenades. He didn’t bother to stay with them. He was going to do this alone. He ran hard and fast towards a small hut that was separated from the actual prison. It’d been ignored by all because it was so small, but when Martin had been brought to the camp, he had been left in that hut for a while as he was still drugged. It was filled with rocket launchers.
Now as he reached it he hoped like hell the rocket launchers were still there. The door was locked, no problem. He raised the silenced pistol he’d found and fired at the lock. The wood around it splintered horribly. The gunfire wasn’t enough to open it, so he shot out the hinges and kicked it down instead. Inside just as he’d remembered were the rocket launchers. He went over and picked one up. It was loaded. There were more rocket heads leaning against the wall. He went over to one and saw that two of them were attached to a back pack. Straight away he attached the contraption to his back and was thrown onto the ground as Julia’s explosions rattled the whole place.
He darted out to look at the damage and watched one of the buildings simply collapse in flames. Occasionally bits of debris would be flung high into the sky as more explosions were ignited. He carefully made his way over to the burning building, when the first soldiers came into his sights, drawn by the wailing alarm. Without any hesitation he coldly raised his weapon and shot them before they’d reached the building. He’d chosen a sniper rifle. He continued jogging towards the building, so he’d get a good view of the tower. It was at this moment that the other bombs went off and he was momentarily distracted, so he didn’t notice the loud boom of another explosion until it was too late.
Searing heat engulfed him and his ears were ringing loudly. He couldn’t hear a thing. Staggering awkwardly he fell to the ground. Eventually he got up again to see that the fight had moved to around the tower, and worsened for the prisoners. He could just make out snipers firing from the tower windows and raised his own long distance weapon. He drew a bead on one of the guys and fired once. The first bullet missed but he quickly re-aligned his target and fired a second time. A fizz of red mist sprayed out and the man’s head slumped half out of the window his gun dropping to the ground.
Martin continued firing at the guards in the towers as he neared it. He was so glad his father loved to hunt and had taken him on his trips and taught him how to shoot from a young age. It’d really paid off. The memory of his parents was raw agony and he put on a burst of speed. As he rounded the tower he saw a lone man on the back of a swivel gun take aim at Stanley, who was sprinting madly for a jeep. He’d never hit a moving target with a rifle so as he ran he dropped it, crouched down on one knee, raised the rocket launcher and pulled the trigger. The kickback was so powerful it sent him somersaulting backwards. When he looked up he didn’t see anything, the jeep was gone. Left was a blackened hull with fires burning. Stan was already at the jeeps door.
He shot the two men inside and flung them out, stabbing the airbags with a sharp knife. Martin then turned his attention to the last jeeps that was circling the area. He unclipped his rucksack and reinserted a rocket into the launcher. He aimed it at a jeep and fired. This time he was ready for the kickback and watched a long finger of smoke twirl through the air, the jeep flew into the air and flipped forwards landing on its roof. From the bushes a lone grenade bounced twice coming to rest at the fuel tank where it erupted causing the whole thing to explode. A loud cheer went up from the cover of the trees, and it made Martin feel good. He retreated back the way he’d come and camped down behind a boulder, sniping carefully at any of the soldiers in range. There didn’t seem to be an end to them. He saw a unit of soldiers headed for the tower entrance. Un-slinging his last rocket he set it up. He waited until they were just at the door, then he fired. The blast killed every man standing there and caused the doorway to crumple in on itself and prevent anyone from getting out or in.
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