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| + | Asad leaned against the door on the roof of his post. He looked down at his watch. Three minutes left. He flicked his ciggarette off the roof and stood up. He grabbed his RPG and waited. It didn't take long for his target to show up. An American convoy came at the same time every Monday and Thursday carrying supplies to their small base in the southwest of the town. Asad was part of a team of roughly two dozen men, all part of the Somalian Liberation Front, who had volunteered to take out this shipment. Asad waited as the rear Humvee passed under him. 5 more meters.......4 more.....3.....2....1 meter. A rocket flashed through the air hitting the lead Humvee and blowing its windshield out. Asad's rocket wasn't far behind, hitting the rear Humvee in the drivers side door. It crumpled inwards, the top hinge snapping under the force of the explosion. The American soldiers protecting the convoy took up positions around the vehicles and began firing at anthing that popped up. Asad's comrades likewise popped up from surrounding rooftops, and out from behind makeshift bunkers, firing at the trapped convoy. The rear Humvee started backing up slowly. Asad fired again hitting it in the rear. The back panel crumpled a little but held up. His third shot finished it hitting in in the front right wheel blowing it off. He slid another rocket onto the launcher and found his second target, the rear supply turck. | ||
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Revision as of 22:00, 6 May 2010
Homepage: Reaper's First Drop
Also see: Atlantis
15:12 March 13 Bosoaso, Somalia
Asad leaned against the door on the roof of his post. He looked down at his watch. Three minutes left. He flicked his ciggarette off the roof and stood up. He grabbed his RPG and waited. It didn't take long for his target to show up. An American convoy came at the same time every Monday and Thursday carrying supplies to their small base in the southwest of the town. Asad was part of a team of roughly two dozen men, all part of the Somalian Liberation Front, who had volunteered to take out this shipment. Asad waited as the rear Humvee passed under him. 5 more meters.......4 more.....3.....2....1 meter. A rocket flashed through the air hitting the lead Humvee and blowing its windshield out. Asad's rocket wasn't far behind, hitting the rear Humvee in the drivers side door. It crumpled inwards, the top hinge snapping under the force of the explosion. The American soldiers protecting the convoy took up positions around the vehicles and began firing at anthing that popped up. Asad's comrades likewise popped up from surrounding rooftops, and out from behind makeshift bunkers, firing at the trapped convoy. The rear Humvee started backing up slowly. Asad fired again hitting it in the rear. The back panel crumpled a little but held up. His third shot finished it hitting in in the front right wheel blowing it off. He slid another rocket onto the launcher and found his second target, the rear supply turck.
