For several minutes, this place was Armageddon!

[ctu_savior]

WHO: The Dependables versus over one hundred bad guys.
WHERE: El Zorro Azul resort, Mexico.
WHEN: Judgement Day. AKA Friday night.
WARNINGS: EVERYTHING DIES.
SUMMARY: The criminals and mercenaries behind the resort meeting have been planning to bring a war to the City. So the Dependables bring them one of their own.
FORMAT: Open. Don’t worry too

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Versus Bennett + enormous helicopter

[ctu_savior]

The Russian-built Hind had a nickname: ‘flying tank.’ It was well-deserved, both in terms of its firepower and its armour. Bullets pinged harmlessly off it as its rotors thundered over the battleground the resort had become. When the shooting started, the mercenary commander Bennett had taken to the air to direct the battle in person rather than remain in the underground command centre. Sitting in the back of the helicopter, he was receiving real-time updates from the command centre while giving orders to the pilots, and the snipers taking aim from the open doors. An attached speaker blared commands in half-a-dozen languages for the resort’s guests to cease fire, lay down their weapons, and return to their buildings, all to no effect whatsoever

[due_punishment]

Shit, a Hind! Flying tank was an accurate nickname. Frank hadn't brought anything that would do more than scratch the paint on that beast. Even the 40mm HEDP grenades he'd brought didn't have the punch to get through it's armor. He needed to find some heavy ordnance, and now before they brought that firepower to bear on the team. He also needed room to manuever so they couldn't pin him down and simply chew through his cover until the obliterated him.

Dashing from piece of cover to piece of cover, Frank blasted his way through one of the resort's verandas, heading for the front courtyard. With luck he'd find something along the way. If not at least maybe he could keep it off the rest of the team long enough for someone to do something about it.

[ctu_savior]

"Sir, we've got a runner down there!" One of the helicopter's sharpshooters said, yelling to be heard over the rotors. "Doesn't look like a guest!"

If it was one of those bastards from the hotel, he was automatically a priority target. Bennett gave orders for the chopper to pursue and engage. Turning like a great ponderous beast, it moved after Frank, firing its chin gun at the veranda he'd just dashed into. In moments the shells had begun to tear the place apart, filling the air with splinters and shrapnel.

[boogaroos]

When Booga heard a chopper, he might've been brave or an idiot to have gone to check it out. He got the bullet from Thursday out of his leg and it seemed that everything was in healing order, but he was still limping like a mother.

He watched, in decent cover in the courtyard. He glanced to see Frank taking his chances and running- the copter shooting right behind him. "Oh balls." Booga was lucky he ran fast- limp or not. He couldn't rely on that though. He had to slow it down- better yet TAKE it down... and suddenly the biggest smile to ever grace the face of a human spread across his face. He reached into his satchel, pulling out his mini bazooka. It was small, but christ did it pack a punch.

He didn't have much ammunition...he had to make it count. With one eye closed, Booga qued his shot. Get it out of the sky, so hit it where it hurts. Before launching, he opened both eyes to finish his aim and stuck his tongue out. Aaaaand... click. BOOM, brotherfucker.

[ctu_savior]

"We're hit! We're hit! What the hell was that?" The Hind gave a terrible lurch as the shell slammed into its armoured side, catapulting one of the mercenary snipers out the door. He screamed as he fell to the ground alongside chunks of flaming debris- the bazooka had blown off a sizable piece of the helicopter's armour and part of its landing gear. Inside the chopper Bennett swore as the machine spun crazily through the air, trailing smoke. He yelled at the remaining sniper. "Find the smoke trail of that missile, find whoever launched it, and take him down!"

As the Hind stabilized itself, the sniper obeyed, tracking Booga back to his cover and taking aim. But the Hind was no longer tracking Frank...

[boogaroos]

Booga stood upright, giving Frank a hearty salute at his success, before realizing it wasn't over yet- the Hind stabilized and the human-'roo began to run for new cover, away from Frank and hopefully hiding well enough from the helicopter. Ok, yeah, shit. Didn't think that one entirely through.

Booga ran, turning corners all the while attempting to reload. This wasn't going to be quick or easy. He hoped that Frank might be able to take this chance to gun down what he can to buy him time. If he wasn't careful, the Aussie was going to get himself killed.

[due_punishment]

Frank grimaced as he slid to a halt, slamming into a wall. Taking aim at the helicopter's cockpit he let loose a few carefully aimed bursts right at the pilot's head. There was no chance at all of the 5.56 NATO rounds getting through the heavily reinforced bubble of glass, but it should get the pilot's attention and hopefully make him chase down Frank again.

[ctu_savior]

The sudden shock of having three bullets hit the glass just a foot away from his head had the desired effect on the pilot, and without orders he brought the helicopter around to bear on whoever had just tried to headshot him through the canopy. Within seconds its cannon was once again spitting death at Frank, but now its tail rotor was facing Booga's position, completely exposed and vulnerable.

[boogaroos]

Yes! Reloaded! Booga stopped, finding cover, keeping an eye on Frank. Alright, let's do this. Bringing the mini bazooka up he aimed at the exposed tail rotor and fired right at it.

"Watch it, Frankie!" The Aussie yelled in warning, though he was sure the man was sharp enough to know it was going to get messy.

[due_punishment]

Frank booked for cover when he heard the Aussie shout. He'd taken down enough Hinds to know just how messy this could go, and he wasn't keen on getting chopped in half by the main rotor if it popped off that beast. Slide behind a low concrete wall, and lay as flat as he could get. Once the chopper was down he could deal with any survivors.

[ctu_savior]

"Shit shit shit! Mayday, mayday, Corona 1 going in hard!" The tail rotor simply disintegrated in a cloud of fire and shrapnel, along with a good chunk of the tail itself. Whining in its death agony, the chopper began a slow, lazy spiral downwards. Clinging to the nearest handle inside, Bennett saw that the Hind was on a collision course for one of the resort's buildings. This crash wasn't going to be survivable. The only chance was to jump for it

[due_punishment]

Once the chopper crashed, and Frank heard the rotor blade go whooshing overhead, he was on his feet. Booga had done it right, and there was a hell of a mess. Still, it was easy enough to pick up Bennett's blood trail and follow it. As he got closer Frank pulled out his pistol, ready to finish the job. Once he had eyes on Bennett he flicked off the safety and took aim.

[ctu_savior]

Bennett saw the man coming for him like the Angel of Death and told himself he would not die on the ground like a dog. Gritting his teeth he raised the gun in his hand and fired. With massive blood loss and other considerations associated with helicopter crashes taken into account, it wasn't much of a surprise when the bullet went wild, right over Frank's head.

[due_punishment]

Frank wasn't suffering from such inconveniences and had an easy time, aiming and squeezing off a clean shot aimed at Bennett's hand. The merc might be ready to drop, but still couldn't take the chance that he might get lucky with that hand cannon.

[ctu_savior]

The commander screamed as his hand was instantly transformed into a red, useless horror, the gun falling to the ground. Clutching at the bleeding mess, he stared helplessly upwards at him. One of the ones who had ruined everything.

"Who the hell are you people?!" He screamed.

[due_punishment]

"Just tourists," he said, as he aimed for Bennett's head and pulled the trigger three more times. Blam! Blam! Blam!