<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268242.msg13339030#msg13339030">Quote from: AlexieD on July 10, 2017, 06:57:21 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hearing that the fact that her precious dog tags and rings may have been lost to the terrors of the waste of the zone didn't help the thick anxiety that welled in the back of her throat. But they were in danger and this was no place for a mental breakdown. They had to be somewhere in the crash site, Right? The tags couldn't have gone too far without someone picking them up and carrying them away? Clearing her mind she tried to focus on the job at hand. There were enemies coming down on them and she had to act quickly or there would be no point to worrying about losing valuables because they would be dead and it would be all for nought. <br/><br/>She reached into Ivan's bag and fished out the pistol, looking it over the gun looked well used but still in a good condition. These two seemed to take good care of their guns. She had heard that most people just used and tossed their guns when they were no longer of any use. She was tempted by the shotgun but due to the lack of bullets and the kick that would come from pulling the trigger, it seemed like the Pistol would suit her better. Regardless, The enemy looked like they were packing heat as Sasha had said but were stupid enough to not wear too much armour. What was their game? Did they think if they could put someone down before they could get a shot off meant they could have more manoeuvrability? Tactics bounced around in her head, a remnant from her military basic training. The haze of the drugs was wearing off again and she could only do so much as the stabbing pain in her side niggled at her senses. <br/><br/><strong>"You two go left, I will get at'm from behind... if we can pincer them and maybe...catch them off-guard, Maybe we can put'em down 'fore they have a chance to get a buckshot off"</strong> She turned to look over at her comrades to see what their reaction to her plan was. She usually wasn't the ideas man but right now nothing else was being suggested so she thought her two cents right now was necessary.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em>A Guide, a Loner, and a Pilot...</em></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>'<strong>Sasha</strong>' - The Guide<br/><strong>Ivan Trodnik</strong> - The Loner<br/>'<strong>Lex</strong>' - The Pilot<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">The Great Swamps - Abandoned Church</span></span></strong></em></span></div><br/><br/>Despite what firefight was going to await them, they would have very little time to come up with a full blown strategy, with Sasha only nodding as he pulled out the magazine from his assault rifle, checking it to ensure it was fully loaded before pushing it back in, sliding the bolt back to ensure a round was loaded. As for Ivan, he sat himself up, rifle in hand too, though kept that shotgun close in case the marauders got inside the church. Hopefully they wouldn't, as they had to precisely take these men down and out fast.<br/><br/><strong>"Just take time with your shots...these guys love to spray all over"</strong>He referred to them mostly just opening fire with little to no hesitation or aiming involved. And that would certainly be seen soon in just a few moments. They would allow for 'Lex' to get around these guys and flank, before Sasha nodded to his friend. Quickly they leaned out from their windows and doorway, and began to open fire, several rounds going off as one of the men up front quickly went down, flying back with his weapon being flung into the swampy mud around the church. The others began to duck and cover, firing off rounds that whizzed by them or struck the outer walls of the church. Now was the time for Lex to get around them and fast. Meanwhile they would keep them occupied, Ivan shouting something out in Russian at them before opening up a few more shots, striking another that tried to run for cover.