Role-play part 5

"Here, have this then," I said, handing him my AKM. "Now this may hurt a little" I continued, even though I knew he was a tough bastard, before lifting him up on my shoulder, so he could shoot while I carried him. I held onto him with one arm and held my M92 in the other. "Now let's get the hell out of here!" I said, sounding a little streesed from Dima's weight.

 

'right, let's go! Anatoli, watch our six, I'll take point. Jet, find the guys. Dark, Dima, you ok? hold on a little longer Andrey, we are nearly there'

*as we retraced our steps back, suddenly I saw a satanist coming from one of the cells we thought were empty. I took a shot at him and got him in the chest, but just before droping to the floor he let of a shot that caught my left arm. I nearly droped my AKS, but managed to grip it on time*

'I'm ok, let's keep going. the pain is not too bad' I said through greeted teeth.

*finally we reached the row of cells we had started from when I saw Pyotr coming out of one of them, with Tsavets and Benji, who had also been wounded*

 

That's why I liked the bastard. Even in his pathetic position, he pushed himself aside to cripple the satanists. "Point taken. Bother navigating us?" I asked rhethorically, as I saw Benjamin and Tsavets through the corner of my eye. "Left or right?" I asked Dima, looking both ways for satanists, but miracolously, no one was there to be seen.

 

As I as carried by someone I couldn't really understand what was going on. The shotgun butt to the face made me super disorientated. As i was being carried I felt a sting in my neck but didn't have the strength to tell anybody. Then I passed out.

 

I heard Benjamin's voice again, and took note that he was wounded on the left arm, one that he was clutching tightly. I felt through the pack with my hands, and found a small roll of bandages. I took it and said, "I don't think we have much time in patching you up, but this'll do for now."

Quickly but carefully, I applied, to the best of my knowledge, first aid. After a few seconds, I squinted to look at my handy work and nodded, "All done."

 

After Pyotr had assisted me with the bandage, my wound instantly felt better, surprisingly enough. Odessa's artifact seemed to work as painkillers as Pyotr had applied it on the bandage. I did not care to dry off the blood from my katana when I pulled it out of the satanist and put it back in its holster. On my way out, I picked up the HK as well. Just as we walked outside, we met the rest of the group. "Come on, Pyotr", I said, gesturing for him to come out into the hallway. Dimitri talked about their supply storage, which seemed like an excellent idea. It was relieving to see him and Andrey alive. Odessa was struggling to keep him standing, as he was barely at conciousness before he fell unconcious. "Allow me", I said. I attached the HK onto the side of my backpack, walked over to Andrey and lifted him up with his stomach against my neck, holding his legs in one hand and his arms in the other. "My designated location will be in the middle of our formation", I said as I thought that it would be reasonable, seeing that I was carrying a wounded man, and was not able to fight with him on my shoulders. I followed Darkbringer and Dimitri's lead.

 

*my arm was hurting, but I had no time to worry about it. I walked behind Benji, who was by now carrying an unconcious Andrey on his shoulder. I repositioned my AKS and we moved forward to their storage room. As we went in there I couldn't believe my eyes at the mass of weapons they had accumulated, from Bastards, to AK's and everything in between. they had enough weapons in there to start World War 4 if there were a world left to start it in. looking around something caught my eyes. I look at it closely and really could not believe what my eyes were seeing*

'well, I'll be damned! how on earth this they get this? and it seems to still be functional' I said as I saw a L85A2, resting on the far wall on top of some ammo crates.

*I put my AKS on the floor and picked the L85 up, having a close look at it. It had been modified for 5.45x39 military rounds and dirty rounds, and it had an adjustable, low light, SUSAT scope attached.

'guys, if you have no objection, I'm taking this with me' I said and slung it across my back, picking up and repositioning my AKS.

*I was sure a good technician would be able to give it a good check up and make it fully functional again, and modify a silencer to fit the L85. I also picked up a few grenades to make up for the ones I had used, and ammo as well to top up my supplies*

'Tsavets, you think you could have a good look at it when we get out of this place and find somewhere safe? Dima, I hope we find you revolver, the sooner the better, I don't want to spend more time than neccesary in this place. guys, one last thing, I propose that we blow up this storage once we are done with it, so even if they come back they won't be able to use it. the less resources they have, the better' I said to the group while keeping and eye out in case of visitors.

*I had seen a bunch of explosives we could rig up and blow from a safe distance before leaving. the more damage we could do to them the better, and since we hadn't found any slaves alive, there was no reason for us not to destroy as much of the place as we could so they couldn't come back and restablish themselves here*

 

As we entered the room, the sight astonished me. Rows after rows with weapons on weapons and every sort of ammunition on tables and in lockers. It was a good thing, because I had used a lot of ammunition during our earlier escape from the Nazis. I quickly grabbed some ammunition that fitted for my HK and stuffed it into my backpack before I slung it onto my back and stayed guard at the door. I had put Andrey down on the floor and layed him against a wall. I kept the door barely open enough for me to see the hallway outside, and closed enough for nobody to see us in here. I switched my eyes rapidly between looking at the hallway, and the whole arsenal of weaponary in the room.

I had probably looked back and forth from the hallway to the arsenal five times before something caught my eye in the corner of the room, not far from my position. I could not help to raise an eyebrow in wonder. The Satanists were not only savages, they were artistic as well, for their all mighty ruler which they served and worshipped. All their banners, red paint, trophies of skeletons. What caught my eye was an Israelic gas mask. Its rubber was penetrated by big metal nails at several areas, almost making it look like a dragon's head. I silently closed the door and locked it before I let my guard down and walked over to the wall it was hanging on.

The nails on the gasmask were very well preserved; not rusty or dirty in any way. I stretched up and brung it down. I have to admit that I did sort of like its appearance. It looked frightening, in an overpowered way. There were even nails on the filter, and the filter was cleanable, so it was reusable. At first I had raised my eyebrows, but the more I inspected it, the more I seemed to like it. It had a drinking tube, like most gasmasks did. It even had a valve that you could turn so that the filter would be automaticly closed, and you would be able to breathe in through the open valve. I did not know how the other would have reacted on it, so I quickly slung off my backpack and placed it on the table with my back at the rest of the group. I quickly packed it in my spare sweather in my backpack and carefully laid it down to not destroy anything else with its spikes.

Sorry, but Benjamin is going cyber-mode when in hazardous environments from now on, guys

 

*from the corner of my eye I saw Benji pick up what look like an implement of torture, but was no more than a gas mask, and put it carefully in his ruckpack. I wasn't about to say anything since I had also pick up the L85 from their supply, and why not? we should take the chance and stock up on what we need it now we could. we would probably wouldn't have a chance like this anytime soon*

'nice mask you got there Benji, just hope Jet doesn't have a heart attack whe he sees you with it!' I whispered to Benji so no-one could hear me, smiling to him so he knew I was kidding about Jet and had no objection to him taking it, or anyone else taking what they pleased for that matter.

btw guys, Odessa will be carrying the L85A2 with SUSAT scope and silencer as primary weapon from now on

 

The armoury was amazing - weapons from all over the world was here. At first I wondered how they had got them, the cost in blood must've been enormous. But then again, lives mattered little to the satanists. I equipped myself with a Desert Eagle and a civilian Barret REC7 rifle, modified for use with 7,62 mm rounds. That made the weapon a beast, and I had always had a weak spot for american assault rifles. I decided that I would let Dima keep the AKM if he wanted to. It did have a scope and a flamethrower after all. I grabbed a Kobra sight for the REC7 and stuffed it away in my backpack, before picking up Dima's revolver. I didn't quite understand him - there was all kinds of weapons right here, but he wanted an old revolver? It must have had a great affectional value to him. I gently handed the revolver to him, before going towards the exit of the armoury.
REC7 btw:

 

I understood Odessa's humor and sent a short smile back at her. I would usually say something in return to prove her worthiness of my words, as I would do with almost anyone, but at the time I shielded myself away because of how I felt regarding the recent confirmation of Wolf's death. I could see Darkbringer walking towards the exit of the room. Despite my current mood, I was still able to converse. "Darkbringer, are we setting foot already?" I asked in a surprised way, thinking of all the weapons and ammunition we had just discovered. Thinking closer about it, why would all their guards be equipped with such poor weaponary when they had this armory? Perhaps they used the special weapons under emergencies, or just had them as antiques? If they did use them in emergencies, should they not be here, seeing that we had just blown up their temple and slaughtered many of them? Just when I thought about this, the handle of the door was pulled down just before Darkbringer got there, but it was not opened because I had locked it. "Why is the armory locked?!" somebody yelled from the outside of the metal door. "Move aside, people, I have the key!" somebody yelled shortly after.

 

*I saw the door handle move and someone yelling outside. quicly I hid behind some crates near the door, telling the guys to do the same. good thing I had just stock up on ammo, 'cause it looked like we were about to use it up again. In a flash I took my last slug and bandaged my left arm with it, feeling the pain drain away almost completely. at least now I could use my left arm without much discomfort. I prepared my AKS, 'cause I wasn't very confident on the L85 reliability just yet, put a new magazine in and got ready*

 

When the door handle was pulled down, I laid down Dima by the crate, allowing him a clear view of the door. "Now don't be greedy with the flamethrower" I said, before inserting a magazine in my REC7. Luckily the mechanisms were mvery much like thos of a M4, which I had fired before. I was just about to flip it from "safe" to fully automatic when I remembered it was the civilian version - single fire only.

 

The adrenaline rushed through my veins once again, only stronger this time. I did not know how many they were outside the door, but they were most likely the rest of everyone in the station. Quickly, I grabbed a spiked grenade from one of the tables. "Are anyone in possession of a lighter?" I asked as silently as I could. "Darkbringer, will you cover me while I throw this?", I asked seeing that he was the one closest to me, and his new rifle seemed powerful. "It will not take them all, perhaps half of them, but we will have to fight off the rest with our weapons", I said, again silently. They did not know we were here, so if they had any weapons, they would not be aiming them towards me instantly. I could use that short open window of no aiming to throw the grenade without being fired at instantly. I looked over at Odessa, thinking of her smoking-habbit in relation to my question.

 

"Roger that" I replied to Benjamin's question, rising up above the crate with my rifle. It struck me that my chance of death within the next minute was extremely high, but I didn't really care. All that mattered was the success of the group. I heard keys rattling on the other side of the door, and I felt a rush of adrenaline power through my veins. I gave the rest of the group a quick glance, seeing they most likely felt just like me. Except for the injured, of course, who were probably too disoriented.

 

*I quickly passed Benji my lighter and got ready to fire at the rest of the satanists. I knew that the surprise and shock from the grenade would be our only advantage against them but it would have to be enough, ortherwise we would be toast*

'ready when you are guys. let's roll and get the heck out of this god foresaken place' I told the guys as I sent a silent prayer to the Zone and the Metro and all the mutties that inhabited it.