Recon gone to hell...Prologue/ Chapter 0.5
(Fan made story its work in progress)
dAugust 16th, 2017. Time is approximately 09:02 PM. Was assigned with Sargentoxtrot to neutralize an enemy recon team. Knowing Fox he was surely gonna fuck things up.. And what do you know I called it.. Half hour goes by and We were the first to deploy near the enemies Recon team. Fox was the impulsive one that acted first without thinking. And stupidly He open fired on the Hostile talks, Taking out 4 of them before getting completely surrounded. "You stupid moron Why did you open fire?!?" Damien Asked him with a pissed off tone, Foxtrot giggled a bit and grins. "The first one to strike and wipe the enemy out faster is victor." After he said that a shower of enemy cannon shells and rounds would clash against the outer layer of Fox's Sherman tank. "W-Well you sure pissed them off!" He yelled back. Twenty minutes to an hour passes by as the surrounded enemy tanks slowly closed in, "How many is there?" Fox asked Damien nervously. He was doing his best to keep his cool but from all the rounds they took he was kinda shaking in fear.
Damien checked out a vision scope like binoculars noticing 50 or more tanks surrounding us. "D-Don't ask Damien says in a shushed voice. Foxtrot accidentally would flip a smoke screen grenade as smoke formed. "Good thinking they'll take the bait we had been defeated.
Their 50 tanks reduced to 25 then to 3 or 5. "Damien man that gun of yours were gonna finish this before meeting with our friendlies. He aimed his 150 mm cannon's gun at an unexpected enemy tank. Opening fire as the shell sets the hostile tanks fuel tank on fire.. burning the tanks crew to death.
Suddenly there was a loud crashing like sound coming from under him where Foxtrot was driving. "Fox? you okay?" Damien asked. "Fox??" *There still was no answer.. Damien went to see what was up as he noticed scrap metal pieces pierced into his chest.
*T-Take my emergency radio DD.. Call for evacuation g-get out of this mess alive D-DD.." He passes out from blood loss, as the remaining tank came closer to finish the job. "Alright Sargent,"
The hell hound hybrid picked up the emergency radio and asked for immediate rescue. E.T.A 45 mins..
Now all he needs to do is survive that long....
(To be continued)