Jacob dived, the laser grazing his leg. He held his breath, the pain of burnt flesh flashing in his head like a siren on a Cop car. He mustered his will and aimed and shot his deagle 5 time's. One for the head, two for the chest, two for the limbs, hopfully, if it hit her she would be dead or close to it.
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"Come in Kilo 4"
"Respond Sierra 7"
"Report Juliett 3"
"Give me a Sit Rep Echo 9er"
"Gentlemen......we have lost control of the situation" - 28 Weeks later
The above quote brings me to reality, war is a fragile balance that can be broken...by the scale's themselve's...the scales being communication.