Death In The Holy Land: Pt. 2
Kovak watched with grim satisfaction as the red dot in the center of his scope locked on to the Lebanese soldiers' chest. The Tavor assault rifle was light and although the scope offered a slightly limited view of the battlefield , Kovak liked the weapon.
Next to him, Sergeant Levi looked through a spotter's scope and smiled.
"It's clear, take the shot." Kovak nodded, narrowed his eyes and squeezed the trigger, sending a three round burst into the Lebanese guard's chest.
The rounds punched through the guard's cheap flak jacket and hurled him backwards into the razor wire fence, the barbs gripping him and holding him in place, a grotesque parody of life.
But what Kovak and Levi didn't know about was the RPG team stationed in a slit trench twenty yards to the left of the border post.
They saw the razor wire shudder and blood fly and immediately knew something was wrong.
Sergeant Faheed was their leader, he was a sandy brown jackal; lean and tough from years of fighting. Slowly, cautiously he peeked above the edge of the trench and quickly scanned the Israeli border, quickly he determined that the fire had come from a hill directly opposite the border post. Heading back down he turned to his two soldiers, both of them young and frightened.
"I can't see them, we need to call for reinforcements."
On the hill, Kovak had caught Faheed's brief foray in the corner of his scope but wasn't quick enough to get off a shot before Faheed vanished again. Quickly he nudged Sergeant Levi.
"Sergeant, do you see that slit trench over there?" He asked, pointing, Sergeant Levi nodded after a moment.
"I want you to launch a grenade in, we need to destroy any troops who might resist the advance of the company."
"Yes sir." Sergeant Levi set down his spotter's scope, picked up his M14 carbine, and slid a 40mm grenade into the under barrel grenade launcher.
In the trench, Faheed was bout to turn on the radio when he heard a distant, unmistakable THWUMP and felt ice water flow through his heart.
"Get down!" He yelled to his men, then something exploded in front of the trench, showering Faheed with dirt and stones.
Sergeant Levi swore, he had undershot and instead hit the road that formed the Israeli/Lebanese border. Muttering under his breath at his poor aim, Sergeant Levi rifled through his pack for another grenade as two hundred yards below him, Sergeant Faheed called for a sniper team, if he was going to have to eliminate Israelis, what better weapon to do it with than one of Lebanon's famed sniper teams?
Master Sergeant Ahmed ran along the razor wire fence that protected Lebanon from Israeli infantry, all the while wondering at why Israel would only attack with what appeared to be a single fur. Behind him were his four men, all carrying Russian Dragunov sniper rifles. The Dragunov was light, accurate, and durable. The perfect sniper weapon.
They had responded to a call from a frightened RPG team commander saying that he was being fired upon with grenades and that a border guard was already dead. The only thing he hadn't told them was where the attackers were.
Sergeant Levi was starting to aim at the slit trench again when Kovak tapped his shoulder. Levi mentally recorded the spot that he had been aiming at and looked over at Kovak, who looked perturbed.
"We have a sniper team heading along the razor wire fence, towards the border post, so don't lean out of the foxhole when you fire, I'll deal with them, you kill those troops in that trench." Sergeant Levi nodded and watched as Kovak zeroed in on the Lebanese snipers, things were about to get ugly for a couple of furs.
Ahmed was just twenty yards to the right of the border post when suddenly one of his soldiers jerked spasmodically and fell, scarlet staining his chest and neck. The fur was dead as soon as he hit the ground.
Alarm bells went off in Ahmed's head and he dove towards the nearest cover he could find, in his case a four-foot tall concrete and steel anti tank wall. His surviving soldiers did the same, grabbing cover wherever they could, behind mounds of dirt designed to flip invading vehicles and piles of sandbags for machine gun crews to hide behind.
Ahmed scanned the hill with his scope, looking for the enemies' position. Suddenly there was a loud crack and he flinched back, a bullet had passed by close enough for him to hear the sonic boom as it broke the speed of sound. Then another bullet passed through his scope, missing his face by less than inch and spraying him with broken glass from the shattered lenses.
The glass missed his eyes, he had flinched just far enough away for that, but it slashed open his cheek. Ahmed fell backwards, clutching his face as blood bubbled out through his fingers.
The firefight had gone straight to hell, they needed reinforcements, and quickly.