Mayday Mayday - OTA
He woke up cold but his shoulder burned. The last thing he remembered was touring the perimeter. It was after hours. Quiet. Boring. He probably should have been more alert and not thinking of random coworkers in various stages of undress but he was a guy. It was late and frankly he needed something to warm him up. There wasn't a sound until he heard *pop pop* and hit the ground.
It felt like it had been hours but really it was less than a minute he was passed out. The shot to his shoulder was a through and through. He was just losing blood. The other large caliber rifle round was quietly burning it's way through his bullet proof vest. Thank god he decided to wear it. Not out of any sense of safety but rather because it was another layer and it was cold as balls outside. Any other day he wouldn't have bothered.
Jesse woke to the sound of the intruders' boots tromping their way through the mud and lingering slushy snow. They thought he was dead. None of them even looked down. So when Jesse grabbed the ankle of the last man to pass him, they didn't see it coming.
There were only 4 in this group though there were probably more close by. Odd that in a state of panic Jesse didn't turn to his military training. He pulled out the old WWF sleeper hold. It took a little longer than it was supposed to because he could only do it one armed. His bad arm wrestled him for his gun to shoot the two guys in front of him. The aim was terrible. One guy got nailed in a but cheek but it was an automatic so he just had to hold down the trigger and swing the gun in their directions.
"Fuck." Jesse gasped and rolled off the unconscious man he was still laying on. For good measure, he knocked the guy in the head with the butt of his own gun before radioing for help.
It felt like it had been hours but really it was less than a minute he was passed out. The shot to his shoulder was a through and through. He was just losing blood. The other large caliber rifle round was quietly burning it's way through his bullet proof vest. Thank god he decided to wear it. Not out of any sense of safety but rather because it was another layer and it was cold as balls outside. Any other day he wouldn't have bothered.
Jesse woke to the sound of the intruders' boots tromping their way through the mud and lingering slushy snow. They thought he was dead. None of them even looked down. So when Jesse grabbed the ankle of the last man to pass him, they didn't see it coming.
There were only 4 in this group though there were probably more close by. Odd that in a state of panic Jesse didn't turn to his military training. He pulled out the old WWF sleeper hold. It took a little longer than it was supposed to because he could only do it one armed. His bad arm wrestled him for his gun to shoot the two guys in front of him. The aim was terrible. One guy got nailed in a but cheek but it was an automatic so he just had to hold down the trigger and swing the gun in their directions.
"Fuck." Jesse gasped and rolled off the unconscious man he was still laying on. For good measure, he knocked the guy in the head with the butt of his own gun before radioing for help.