Out the front door, quietly
From Create Your Own Story
You open the front door a crack and peek out. A single soldier is standing a few feet away, his back to you. No one else is in sight.
You hold up your hand to tell Paul to wait, then slip outside and sneak up behind the soldier. A quick karate chop from your leather-gloved right hand to his neck sends him to the dusty ground, unconscious. You draw your right leg back and take careful aim, then channel all your strength into a lethal kick to the fallen man's temple that drives through his skull and penetrates his brain. You withdraw your foot with a squishing sound. The tip of your long black leather boot is now covered with blood and brown goo.
You motion for Paul to follow you. He looks down at the dead soldier's mutilated skull and turns green. You shake your head sharply to indicate that he shouldn't throw up as you begin leading him away from the cluster of buildings.
Suddenly, a voice shouts, "THEY'RE ESCAPING!" The cry is accompanied by a burst of automatic weapons fire. Whirling, your long dark brown hair flying behind you, you fire a single shot from your AK into the center of the shouting man's forehead. As his corpse falls, five more armed men come charging out from one of the buildings. You flip your weapon to full auto and open fire, dropping two of the men dead immediately. From your right, you hear Paul doing his best to help, firing his assault rifle, although his poorly aimed shots merely scare the enemies.
The three remaining guards open fire. Too vulnerable out in the open, you scream, "Go for cover, now!" As you shout, you spray a long burst at the men. Two of them fall, one stone cold dead and the other screaming, clutching his leg. You then begin doing a series of standing back handsprings away from the enemies, trying to make yourself as hard to hit as possible. You do your back flips one-handed, still holding your weapon in your other hand, firing between each flip, relying on your impressive wrist strength for both the one-armed handsprings and the one-handed firing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Paul, running as fast as he can. Unfortunately, he does not have your gymnastic talents and a running man is much easier to hit than a backflipping woman. Several bullets slam into him and he slumps dead.
"NOOOOOO!" you scream. You stop backflipping, standing up straight, and with a scream of rage empty the rest of your magazine at the enemies. One drops dead, his chest full of holes. The last man, the one you wounded earlier, crawls back through the door he came out of. You shake your head as you look at poor Paul's corpse, wishing you could have gotten him to safety.
You quickly and expertly reload your weapon, then start towards the building. Suddenly, you hear an engine in the distance. It's a Jeep with several soldiers. They can't see you yet, but they must have heard the shots.
| Status | ||
| Health | {{{Health}}} | Equipment:
AK-47, data drive, cyanide capsule |
| MP | {{{MP}}} | |
| Level | {{{Level}}} | |
