"Really? Is that your type these days? I've been wondering-- Oh shit."
Which is pretty much all the warning Nate's going to get before an RPG sends a large section of the rooftop he's going for exploding outward in a hail of stone and cement, dust and smoke.
"Fucking hell!" --Not said into the radio. Charlie scrambles to his feet, binoculars trained on the building as the smoke clears. Into the radio this time: "Chloe, seriously, get out of there." He quickly makes his way across the rooftop, any thought about escaping off to the west shoved away. 'Close the distance, provide some covering fire' is at the top of the list despite how feeble the small caliber handgun at his side feels. Getting anything like decent firepower in this country is like trying to find water in the desert - current RPG bombardment aside, apparently.
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Which is pretty much all the warning Nate's going to get before an RPG sends a large section of the rooftop he's going for exploding outward in a hail of stone and cement, dust and smoke.
"Fucking hell!" --Not said into the radio. Charlie scrambles to his feet, binoculars trained on the building as the smoke clears. Into the radio this time: "Chloe, seriously, get out of there." He quickly makes his way across the rooftop, any thought about escaping off to the west shoved away. 'Close the distance, provide some covering fire' is at the top of the list despite how feeble the small caliber handgun at his side feels. Getting anything like decent firepower in this country is like trying to find water in the desert - current RPG bombardment aside, apparently.