It was subtle and if not for his hawk eyes plus the advantage of height no one would of caught it. A simple glint in the sun for just a minute, somebody shifting weight from one body part to another but enough to give away the entire plan. Attracted like a hawk to it's prey's tiny movements among the grass Warner swiveled to the new threat. In his gut the whole situation made him uneasy because it was too simple and easily in Buitres favor. Murphy's Law wasn't a joke or something to laugh about, it was the code veterans lived by.<br/><br/><em>"Right into the trap Rez! These Joker imitations played you like a piano baby." </em>For a moment there was hesitation about throwing his lot in this fight but it was a forgone conclusion when the binos hit the TC's seat cushion. From this range he could bring the Ma Deuce to bear on the hidden tangos to scatter them. It would blow the whole plan of the clowns, even if Rez didn't notice them and didn't heed the obvious sign that Warner is shooting at grass. All the bandits in the danger area would have to move or risk being obliterated therefore revealing themselves. At this range if any of the trucks came for him Warner would have the time to react and decide whether to stay or not. Slamming the door shut he began to scramble over the console grabbing a bite from the cookie as he passed.<br/><br/>Unbuttoning the hatch the Marine clipped the hanging seat into position. Raising the massive machine gun's feed cover he, with trained ease, fed the beast the ammo belt before slamming it shut. Drawing the massive charging handle back he felt the thing pull the massive fifty caliber round into it's chamber. Introduced toward the end of World War 1 the M2 or Ma Deuce as coined by troops was still in service until the apocalypse. A true beast of a machine gun it can fire roughly five hundred rounds a minute but in combat troops are trained to fire in bursts of forty to prevent warping the barrel. Chambered in a round known for some of the longest shots in the world and delivering a crushing fifteen hundred pounds of energy to a target Warner almost felt sad for bringing this to bear on soft targets. Most bodies are chunked when the rounds hit flesh but the aim right now was to suppress not kill.<strong>1</strong><br/><br/>With a mighty roar the Ma Deuce opened up spitting fire down into the valley, at this range it was trivial to compensate for bullet drop. Every few bullets a tracer lit up the air to aide in Q's aiming even though it was really hard to miss when one is simply saturating an area. Hot brass along with links rained all over the turret even falling into Betty with a cacophony of clattering below the din of the fifties report. In a sweeping pattern he brought the fire up and down the clustered ranks of the hidden foes tearing up dirt in large chunks mixed with blood. War isn't hell, it's really loud as<em>hell</em>.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>1.) Covering Fire</strong><br/>At 2014-03-27 18:57:29, SGTDan (uid: 37668) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56354)<br/><br/>Mark 3/5 XP