Behind Enemy Lines: Chapter One
#1 of Behind Enemy Lines
This is my very first story here on SF but is definitely not my last. This story is just a test to see if i can actually write, but i hope you enjoy it whoever out there is reading this :D
"Setting frame charges... charges set," a wolf and snow leopard hybrid whispered to a grey cat. They were both wearing urban Spec-ops style army rangers uniforms and armed with M27 IAR assualt rifles fitted for suppressors and were loaded up on five 40 round magazines each, which held FMJ 7.62 NATO rounds. The cat was also armed with a Remington Ballista with a rangefinder and a Ballistics CPU, along with a suppressor and .338 Luapa magnum FMJ rounds. Jonah had three flashbangs at his disposal as well.
"I'm ready when you are Mason," said the hybrid, jonah, to the cat. The grey feline pulled back the charging handle on his rifle and gave Jonah the ok signal. "Alright, On my mark. Three, two, one, Mark." Jonah set off the frame charges and the two moved into the house.
There were two canines, one was a bulldog and the other one a husky, in a room to the right of the doorway who had definitely heard the explosion and had to be taken out quickly.
"Okay, I'll throw in a flash and you move into the room. I'll cover your back," said Jonag. He pulled the pin on the small, cylindrical, non-lethal grenade, flipped the spoon and threw it into the room. As soon as Mason heard the report of the grenade, he turned the corner and put out five rounds, two striking the bulldog in the neck and the other three struck the husky in the chest. The two bodies struck the floor at almost the same time.
They had only begun to enter the next room when a voice came from behind them saying, "niether of you move a fucking inch or i'll blow both of your fucking brains out, do you hear me!?!"
Jonah slowly looked at Mason, looked at his flash grenades, and then took a deep breath. Moving as fast as lightning, he ducked, pulled the pin on the flashbang, rolled away from Mason, and threw the grenade at the unknown enemy's forehead. As soon as he did this, he took his 7 inch Cold Steel combat knife and lunged at the hostile's throat and stabbed it into his adam's apple. "Damn, Jonah, that was one hell of a move right there!" exclaimed Mason.
The army of two then proceeded into the house, secured it with no more hitches and sucessfully reported back to the base of operations.
If anyone reads this please comment! I take constructive criticism as well as compliments, but please go easy on me since its my first story! I will hopefully post more just as long as life doesn't mess with anything :D. This is Section, over and out.