Team Bourbon Street
When Carissa leans out from behind her tree to send more lead downrange someone grabs her by the hair and yanks her head back hard. At least, that's what her mind tells her. In any case, she loses her balance, and her eyesight. The next thing she knows, she's lying on the forest floor, her head pounding. Her eyes are working again. She sees patches of blue skies through the leaves above. When she tries to sit up, she vomits, flops back down, and blacks out for a few seconds. When she comes to, the side of her face feels wet, warm.
As Carissa is going down, Scott pops up, notes a muzzle flash from the opposite tree-line, quickly lines up his shot, and squeezes the trigger. As he drops behind cover, something tells him that his slug hit home. (
Scott -1 12-gauge slug)
Team medic and his militia comrade-at-arms execute their flanking attack. At 50m, Carswell spots his quarry through the trees. The man is preoccupied with his tormentors on the south side of the clearing, doesn't notice the danger. Gun up, Mike advances until he's confident he'll either hit his target or get spotted if he moves any closer, and opens fire. Two shots rings out; he sees puffs of dust and atomized blood erupt from the man's torso. As his first target falls, Mike spots and rapidly engages a second bandit. He keeps squeezing the trigger until this target drops too. Meadows is firing away from just off Carswell's right shoulder. A third bandit's screams are choked off as he's cut down by the militiaman's rapid fire. A little bit further on, a fourth bandit lies on his side, back to the Sierra/Jerome flankers; he's moving and his hands aren't visible. (
Carswell -7 rounds 5.56mm)
Farmhouse
"She done!" Watkins calls from the bedroom. When Saul reenters, Brienne kicks the bucket across the floor, spewing urine and shit across the faux wood floor. Some of the piss splashes Saul's boots, Watkins' too.
Bridge over the Bayou
Pony Express arrives at the bridge- thanks to Olivia's lead foot, most certainly ahead of Campell. Nash and Abbie have retreating back into the brush, continuing to follow its edge towards the woods into which their AWOL teammate disappeared seconds before.
Now it's a waiting game. Either Campbell will emerge at the bridge or he won't. He knows he's being pursued, and he doesn't seem to want to talk about why. Abbie and Nash are really feeling the heat. Both men are dripping with sweat. The brush seems to capture the new day's growing heat. Campbell must be flagging too, especially after his recent sprint.
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