The Extinction Agenda

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flying parallel to each other was too heavy for the vehicle to contain. Its tough steel exte

uding a ball of fire th

mpered at

lowering the M134 by the sh

metal and flesh

e for these birds - pick each one of them

at Smith men

drifted through the ensuing inferno and were charging relentlessly at them. He

frustrated Smith but he persisted, his years of training egging him

deer. Smith and Crowne's sporadic gunfire did nothi

nd reached for the radio. He poked a button be

emanated through the device:

ituation ain't working. We would head eastwards, the rest of you, west

in,' was Scorp

the movement of the Humvee away from the cobbled highway t

furiously as the vehicle crawled

e two Humvees at the rear were frantically headi

split up, soaring after

assumed his initial position, positioning his rif

st running

d the level of precision the drones typically possessed. This seemed to temporarily favor Crowne and his men. The te

ydraulics to squeak angrily at the pletho

and slowly engaging in a deadly glide, rapidly gaining a higher ceiling, this maneuver

acting, and from his knowledge of the Grumman Northrop, it possessed the ability to launch ballis

le sent the bullets whizzing nowhere. Even Smith's superior firepower

see a rocket exude from the launcher with a deadly

ually nose-diving at the Humvees. Crowne observed the ballistics project

cabin and ordered

pumping more hormones once more as he or

g the brakes, he attempted a maneuver that forced the Humv

ceiver after tapping a button and c

obsequious response

he receiver: 'Break

lled the Humvee resulting in a mind-wreaking explosion. D

windshield, the resulting conflagrati

impse of the carnage at the rear when

had failed to slow down. it ramm

had the semblance of a

under his watch. How would the command break the tragic news to the individual families of th

nfronted with, ostensibly as the only survivors.

his sporadic fire, trying to dissuade th

ous to the need to negotiate the rugged desert terrain

d after them and once again res

by shooting their way to the Treacherous

ng for a final onslaught, descending from its ceiling

st them. Crowne wondered if they

ood was seeping profusely from the left side of his neck his jugular

seemingly made the duel one-sided. Crowne and Smith wer

ortlessly to the left flank of the Humvee, c

a of hot lead smashing the vehicle's e

. He screamed piercing, allowing his gun to fall to the cab

hers whizzed into the Humvees cabin. Two bullets seared Ali's occipital bun resul

screaming

ly. It dawned on him at that i

ss, his hands were limply on the wheel

came to a p

me pain. He was hideously d

. It glided to the rear of the dilapidated vehicle,

er copiously. He glanced at Smith who had lost a large amount

Humvee were all dead would seem glaring to whoever w

everal options. The humming sound from the belly of the Humvee m

e hood of the battered Humvee. He had to act

4, he flung the weapon at a murderous angle, ensuring it was positioned within the range of the UAV. He took a swift gl

ich Crowne made for the M134 and fatally put the Grumman Northrop out of commission. T

re in the air. Fragments of burning steel and aluminu

d his triumph. He took a glimpse of

dead cold, lifeless, his body al

bout a year, now they were all dead. A routine patrol had be

y act. The idea that this was carried out by the Taliban was ludicrous. They were a bunch of bearded fanatics who wielded a gun a

s was an i

o and jabbed a button:

oice of the radio operator: 'Alpha

f and strain rendered him almost listless. He replied in a jaded voice:

he operator's voice: 'Can you furnish us with

tal compass lodged on the dashbo

giddiness set in. He felt he

d: 'We are coming for you, Tango.

s the events of the last thirty or so minut

and their continua

recking ex

creaming

smell of bloo

mb as his senses lulled into

vy. He shut them and soon a sh