Ambush

Подумал я лет эдак несколько назад написать рассказик на английском, так, ради интереса. .. =)

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It was one of those misty cold mornings, when one would be happy to stay in warm bed for a little longer.
- Damn it, - John was angry, - we’re sittin’ere for a jolly six hours ‘an no’un has shown up so far.
- Calm down, mate – Sam whispered, - it’s always like that. You set up an ambush, you sit and wait for a while’an when the time comes you just do the job, man.
- Sam, buddy, we could at least’ave some breakfast. Who the hell knows when those bastards will turn up, and I’m starving.
- Stop that, man, just get the job done. Until then you aren’t having anything.
- Shivers…
The two mercenaries were hiding in tall grass, waiting for the “job” to show itself up. The “job” was a firearms trafficker with his bodyguards. John and Sam followed the guy for a long time, recording his routes, and planning a good place for setting up an ambush. The mission was to destroy the guards, capture the trafficker, then to question him. That is what they were up to now. And after having a talk with the guy, the plan was to just slain him, as he was no longer needed.
What the two were hunting was the information regarding recent leakage of newly invented gun upgrading technology. This thing worked like some sort of magic: after being treated, any firearm not only shown a significant increase in its firepower, but also it did survive in battles longer. Surprisingly, after firing off lots of bullets the overheating didn’t seem to be a problem to those guns together with lack of creasing or extreme usage conditions such as extreme temperatures, dirt, shock and other factors. The technology was created by the BOLT clan, where Sam and John belonged to. However, somehow a leakage appeared, and now the clan guys were taking care of that.
- Hey, mate, look who we have there – Sam passed a binoculars to John.
- Yeah… at last…
- So, what’ya reckon? Heavy body armour, assault rifles for the five of those guards, but the rest ten’re just armed with handguns with no armour at all.
- I say we use FMJ, or even better AP from’ere to take’em down, those armoured guys, and then JHP will do. But t’me, I’d use just FMJ all the way, really.
- So be it, - said Sam, putting his M4A1 on full auto, you give a count.
- Sure thing I will, - murmured John looking through his AWP scope. – On the count of three. One… two… three…
The heavy bullet blew that poor guard’s head into pieces. The crimson fountain of blood shoot up, when the remains of the skull mixed with exploded brain filled up the air with bloody mess.
While the sniper took out the armoured guys, Sam cut others down like grass with his assault rifle, leaving only the trafficker alive.
The two carefully approached that poor bastard ready for any surprise, but there was none. The guy was shocked and afraid. John cuffed him with a plastic rope and put a bag over his head so that the guy couldn’t see anything.
- Mission completed I’d say, - John smiled, - let’s now take’im outta’ere an’ave a good hearty talk with him.
- Yeah, mate, let’s see what he knows.