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FAN FICTION By: Sarge790 Lt. Johnson, the famous British sniper, wiped the sweat of his forehead, which was making his face paint run down his neck and chest, making him a green streak. Now, if you were a unexpecting conscript, you wouldn't notice him unless: 10 minutes to go and he was nearly wetting himself. A patrol of conscripts with nasty snow dogs were walking around. If those dogs sniffed him, he would be ripped apart. The first time in war, he started to tremble. "God this makes it so much worse!" Then the miracle happened. The Aussies opened fire and set the explosives off 5 minutes early. He used this to his advantage and in the confusion fired off 3 shots. into the two conscripts and dog. He quickly focused on the base. He could the Russians running everywhere. Most were looking for their commanders, others were running to defensive points. "Crap!" he shouted, he realised that he wouldn't die. Now he was pissed. He let off 2 more shots into chest, and 1 into his skull. There was blood all over the concrete and the Russians were well and total confused. The radio went off, "If you want to get out of here get to the chopper pommy." He quickly picked up his rifle and ran. His last thoughts as the rest of explosives went off creating screams of panic and death were only these "Should have killed him first shot!" He bellowed at the Australian demo squad he were shouting at him to hurry. He didn't seem to realise that he just shot a target 2 miles away. He then leapt onto the chopper as it flew away into the sunset, over the burning Russian camp. |
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