as soon as I get my computer again I'll post more
Vatz wiped sweat from his eyes, cleared his throat, and spoke into the tiny voice-activated boom mike at his lips: "Victor 6, this is Vortex, over?"
His voice had cracked. Calm down. They just had to get out of here. That was it. But now their exfiltration had gone out the window. No bird to swoop in, land on a rooftop helipad, and whisk them to safety. No nothing.
A black rose of smoke backlit by fire bloomed across the intersection, driven by wind thick with the stench of cordite.
With a sudden lurch, the fifty-ton tank rumbled closer, its 152mm smoothbore main gun swiveling menacingly, tracks grinding over the bodies of the rifle squad-the tanks first victims-who'd been hit as they'd dismounted from one of the Strykers.
"He's coming around! Everybody get-"
Team Sergeant Nathan Vatz never finished his sentence. The Russian T-100 main battle tank on the opposite end of the intersection finished it for him. Vatz slammed onto his gut, sliding across the rain-slick pavement as the office building fifty meters ahead exploded with a thunderous boom.
Shards of concrete, glass, and mangled metal arced into the cold night and fell in a hailstorm on the blackened remains of the HMMWV's and a pair of eight-wheeled Stryker infantry combat vehicles, behind which Vatz's special forces team had taken cover.
You know what? I'm too impatient
Once people join this group, i will type out the first chapter.
