- Nov 18, 2003
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- The shadows
Night turned to day and day turned to night endlessly for the soldiers of Keepsake Bay. Nobody could say exactly how long the fight for the "Eastern District," aka "Murder Rue," persisted, but it was long enough to turn the streets red with blood. Into this hellish landscape Corporal Maximilian Wolff was thrust with his SAW. After making some limited progress up the road nearly to the docks, the Brownpants redoubled their efforts and counterattacked the Graycollar forces, forcing them back on their heels to East Beach. Wolff was part of the reinforcements meant to stem the brown tide, something he accomplished with his SAW and a lot of other soldiers.
Eventually, the enemy gave up and quickly retreated up the street. Wolff was told to recon ahead and report what he saw. Using the seawall, Wolff crept forward cautiously. The stench of death was everywhere as countless bodies lay in pools of blood the flowed one into the other. Vehicles burned or were abandoned in place. But there was no sign of the living.
Creeping forward some more, Wolff came across a Brownpants patrol in a technical. He radioed in its position.
Unfortunately, a lone enemy soldier had spotted him and opened fire. Wolff returned fire and shot him as he tried to jump the seawall. With the element of surprise gone, the Graycollar commander ordered another attack up the beach. Friendly soldiers massed around Wolff, but moments before they were to charge, a lieutenant held them back. Mortar rounds were on the way to soften up the resistance. Wait for it....
Wolffe threw himself at the seawall and scampered over with his comrades. As both feet hit the ground on the other side of the wall, an enemy bullet blew his brains out.
The battle for the Eastern District would rage for yet another day or two but the exhausted Graycollars won the fight. For reasons that were unclear, the Brownpants began to withdraw from the area into the West End and set up defensive positions there. No time to rest, the Graycollars pushed their advantage and attacked. Helping them were more than a few snipers. One such sniper was Sergeant Michel Pietri. He and his spotter boarded a RIB and infiltrated enemy lines one dark night, only encountering the lone floating corpse of a Brownpants in the calm water.
Moving north, he quickly linked up with advance forces of the Graycollars. Finding a tall building, he ascended it and spotted a defensive position of Brownpants in a fenced-in gully. Let the sniping begin! Quickly, the enemy felt his wrath and Pietri heard them radio for support.
Enemy airborne troops fell from the sky in an attempt to assault his perch!
Undeterred, Pietri plugged them like clay pigeons.
He had time to think that this was like shooting targets at a carnival before a bullet ended his tour for good. His spotter was listed as MIA.
Further north, another sniper by the name of Jess Lahm had hit the jackpot. While rooting around in the detritus left behind after a particularly nasty assault near an apartment building, Lahm struck it rich when he discovered a full bottle of whiskey!
Since the war began who knows how long ago, such civilized beverages as distilled whiskey could only be found in the personal quarters of generals or the richest of the rich. While he was tempted to drink it, he'd thought that he'd rather bring it back to the armory and trade it for something good. Running back to basecamp, he handed in the whiskey and picked a pistol with a silencer and some body armor in exchange.
Now he could go all James Bond on the enemy! He ran back to the fight, eager to give the weapon a try like a kid with a new toy. Following an assault through the gate that lined the gulley, Lahm began to pop off rounds at the enemy. He was pleased with the quiet "click click click" of the weapon's report. Just like a spy! He aimed at an enemy soldier near a boulder who was taking aim at a comrade. "Click-click." Two rounds and down he went. Awesome!
Like an out of control secret agent, he ran forward, popping off silent rounds as he went. It was all so much fun! Well, it was until an enemy round caught him in the chest and knocked him on his back in a pool of standing water. Panicked, he checked himself out and realized the body armor saved his life even if it didn't completely stop the round. Lahm laid quietly in the water awaiting one of his comrades to come rescue him. But none did. The Graycollars had retreated, leaving him behind. He heard one of the Brownpants comment that it was too quiet.
What to do? The only thing possible: as quietly as possible, Lahm began to pull himself backwards and work his way slowly, and hopefully unseem, back to friendly lines on his back.
But not quiet enough. A Brownpants heard the splashing and knifed him without mercy. Lights out for Lahm. His body sunk below the surface of the oily water with the rest of the trash of war.