12-27-2020, 07:42 PM
The first two men lay down cover and Delia’s team shoots their way into the battle.
It was stacked against them but they came to win. No other option existed. Sanchez must die.
“Argh, I’m hit!” man three cries out.
Driver points in their direction and man two runs to assist. Now it’s just him and Delia.
“You ever been this deep?” he asks.
Delia throws him a serious look.
“We’re not even in it yet!” she says before surging forward.
Driver quickly follows. They put down adequate fire to inch their way close enough to get a visual. Three men
at the opening. They’d have to assume there were at least a dozen more between them and the exit.
Daylight was crawling onto the horizon, its warmth blanketing the world in a soft radiant glow.
The other three rejoin the assault as Delia and the driver continue picking off Sanchez’s men. Delia lights up a man
to her right; down! Driver puts two more on the ground. The second man takes one out with a head shot. Man four
keeps a close eye on man three. That thigh shot wasn’t serious but it slowed him down. They had to be all in today.
Even if it meant dying in that tunnel.
Delia was on fire, every shot a kill. Driver and man two as well. Delia and the fourth man neutralize the guards at the
tunnel entrance. No hesitation. They file in with speed. Two more men jump out and are both killed.
It’s dusty and dimly-lit; every several yards there dangles a single forty-watt bulb. Another man - Delia lays him out
with a head shot. They press forward. Delia and driver lead and can both see the promise of light seeping through
from the exit. Not far now.
A man suddenly emerges from the right, holding a teenage boy with a gun to his head.
“Dejame ir o se muere!” he screamed in desperation.
They hold steady. Delia’s hands are rock solid. She could take him. And she does.
“Jesus Christ!” driver yelled as the man’s body hit the ground.
The boy was frightened; in tears. “Por favor, NO! Por favor!” he cried, putting his hands up. His face marked with the
blood of the man who would’ve killed him.
They lower their weapons. Out of nowhere, a bullet passes through his head and his body falls onto the dead man.
Driver gives chase into the side tunnel and Delia is right behind. Several shots exchanged before driver sinks two in
the man’s right leg. He falls and loses his gun. Delia is now standing over him.
“Don’t! We’ll need him!” Driver calls out.
“What the fuck for?” she belted loudly.
Driver now standing beside her.
“Safe passage.” he says calmly.
[Full disclosure - This was just written in Text Edit, not on-thread as usual.]
It was stacked against them but they came to win. No other option existed. Sanchez must die.
“Argh, I’m hit!” man three cries out.
Driver points in their direction and man two runs to assist. Now it’s just him and Delia.
“You ever been this deep?” he asks.
Delia throws him a serious look.
“We’re not even in it yet!” she says before surging forward.
Driver quickly follows. They put down adequate fire to inch their way close enough to get a visual. Three men
at the opening. They’d have to assume there were at least a dozen more between them and the exit.
Daylight was crawling onto the horizon, its warmth blanketing the world in a soft radiant glow.
The other three rejoin the assault as Delia and the driver continue picking off Sanchez’s men. Delia lights up a man
to her right; down! Driver puts two more on the ground. The second man takes one out with a head shot. Man four
keeps a close eye on man three. That thigh shot wasn’t serious but it slowed him down. They had to be all in today.
Even if it meant dying in that tunnel.
Delia was on fire, every shot a kill. Driver and man two as well. Delia and the fourth man neutralize the guards at the
tunnel entrance. No hesitation. They file in with speed. Two more men jump out and are both killed.
It’s dusty and dimly-lit; every several yards there dangles a single forty-watt bulb. Another man - Delia lays him out
with a head shot. They press forward. Delia and driver lead and can both see the promise of light seeping through
from the exit. Not far now.
A man suddenly emerges from the right, holding a teenage boy with a gun to his head.
“Dejame ir o se muere!” he screamed in desperation.
They hold steady. Delia’s hands are rock solid. She could take him. And she does.
“Jesus Christ!” driver yelled as the man’s body hit the ground.
The boy was frightened; in tears. “Por favor, NO! Por favor!” he cried, putting his hands up. His face marked with the
blood of the man who would’ve killed him.
They lower their weapons. Out of nowhere, a bullet passes through his head and his body falls onto the dead man.
Driver gives chase into the side tunnel and Delia is right behind. Several shots exchanged before driver sinks two in
the man’s right leg. He falls and loses his gun. Delia is now standing over him.
“Don’t! We’ll need him!” Driver calls out.
“What the fuck for?” she belted loudly.
Driver now standing beside her.
“Safe passage.” he says calmly.
[Full disclosure - This was just written in Text Edit, not on-thread as usual.]
