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Six Tango's Down

The terrorists were dressed in their CBRN suits with hood and masks donned. They stood around a Hummer that had prominent large white squares and a red crosses painted on its sides, back and front.

Rodgers had fired a three round burst into the first terrorist before he could react, and Clarke was sweeping his with full auto fire on the right. I stepped forward to clear my muzzle from having either of them in my line of fire and caught mine across the chest with a three round burst of my own. The second on the left grabbed at the M4 slung across his back as he tried to bring it up to fire. Another burst of Rodgers weapon and he dropped to the ground.

I heard the door bang open behind me and turned to see a young man charging at me. He wore a CBRN suit and was running at me with his M4 muzzle high. I dropped backwards to the floor as he fired at me. His bullets flying above my head. I squeezed off a burst and he dropped as though he had been tripped.

I was still on my back as Clarke said, “Six Tangos down.”

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