Chapter 3: Black Magic Woman
As Anderson fights to clear the extremely inconvenient stoppage, Carissa Noble returns fire at the D.S.B. shooter who's just wounded her. Squeezing the trigger, she sees one of her rounds strike the shooter's arm, slapping it away from her and sending the offending Glock 18 clattering across the pavement. The wounded arm is jerked back out of sight, leaving behind a splattering of blood behind on the cement. (C. Noble -3 rounds 5.56mm)
Kabua, meanwhile, takes one step to his left to open up his lines of sight/fire before advancing slowly towards the intersection, borrowed M249 up and dowsing for the promised target. The D.S.B. shooter is right where Cao said he'd be. It only takes Kabua a second to fix the target in the SAW's reflex sight. The young army cook sends a burst of fire down-rage; watches a 5.56mm tracer round intersect with the standing figure's upper torso. The wounded gangster doubles over and drops behind the low embankment. (Kabua -5 rounds 5.56mm)
Guillory and Watkins each cut their respective corners almost simultaneously. Guillory's appearance is not entirely unexpected, so he becomes the focus of the waiting gangsters' attention (as evidenced by the muzzle of the pistol gaping at Scott's face). Fortunately for Guillory, the would-be shooter doesn't notice Watkins until it's too late. The airwoman's M870 barks once, sending a full load of OO buck into the gangster's midsection. He's shoved backwards by the force of the impact, colliding with his slightly smaller comrade before rebounding off the bullet-perforated shed to land writhing in the dirt. The bullet meant for Guillory's head sails off into the treetops west of the lot. Although somewhat taken aback by the suddenness and violence of these rapid-fire events, Guillory's already starting to squeeze off shots at his secondary target. Due to the quick target change and jerky movement of the off-balance gangster, the veteran lawman's first round goes wildly astray. Guillory's an experienced shooter, though, and he adjusts his aim rapidly and, more importantly, smoothly. Consequently, the second and third shots both hit his target with devastating effect. The young man crumples to the ground like an empty suit, shot once clean through the head. (Watkins -1 round OO buck; Guillory -6 rounds 5.56mm)
Vigilant and disciplined, Carswell continues to keep a close watch on the team's unengaged left flank/rear, detecting no threats from that quarter.
A flaming bottle arcs up over the garage roof (from behind the northeast corner) and bursts in a gout of flame on the driveway, well short of Razorback.
Another figure pops up suddenly from behind the low railroad embankment and runs, full-sprint for a building 65m to the west of the crossing, machete swinging wildly back and forth as he pumps his arms.
By this time, Anderson's successfully cleared the jam and brought the M2 back into battery. Scanning for a new target (the one he'd been tasked with before the stoppage is no longer visible), he yells, "Gun's up!"
Tactical Summary
G1 WIA (right arm)
G2 KIA
G3 WIA (both legs)
G4 WIA (torso)
G5 KIA
G6 WIA (torso)
G7 Running east
Your Move.
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