USCMRPG

Just as the marines grabbed the door handle they heard something. First the sound was faint, then it increased for every second that passed. It reminded of a distant rumble, although not like thunder. Suddenly the motion tracker went alive with a steady blipping sound. Multiple contacts incoming from the stairwell. The sound grew both in sound and clarity, it was the stomping of dozens of boots rushing up the stairwell...

"Sir, i've got over 10 contacts here" Bojan said as he put the motion tracker away and pulled out his rifle. "So what are we doing."

AstroBoy wrote:"Sir, i've got over 10 contacts here" Bojan said as he put the motion tracker away and pulled out his rifle. "So what are we doing."

"Gagarin-nothing get's thru that door alive, got it?" Morrison said to the big guy with the big gun.

Feeling his adrenaline rise quickly, Morrison prepared one of the M41A's grenades for throwing.

"Bojan- kick that door up!"

God- let me come back alive from this. he thought as he twisted the cap of the grenade, prepping it to be tossed.

(OOC:As soon as Bojan gets that door open- if he gets that door open- Morrison will throw a grenade through the doorway, and get back into cover.)

"Yes sir" replied Bojan. Bojan moved to the door and tried to open it.

(OOC: Bojan moves to cover where Morrison is after (if all goes as planned) Morrison throws the grenade)

Gosha crouched down infront of the door, ready to open up a oversized can of whoopass on whom ever deared show their presumably ugly face in the doorframe.
Sitting in only half cover as Bojan mvoes to kick the door open, so that he can throw himself throu the door once the Lance Corporals granade detonated, as not to give any antagonist who might have survived the initial concussion a chanse to regroup before being cut down by his MG.

Pvt. Bojan kicked the door and it immediately flung open. Cpl Morrison quickly threw a grenade into the stairwell. Just as Bojan closed the door a hail off bullets slashed through the thin steel door with a deafening tearing sound. Screams and curses followed then a loud muffled "Bang" sound. Pvt Gagarin moved into the Stairwell, smoke and debris obstructed his view, firing in blind down towards the stairs. Moans and terrible screams where heard...then it went silent. It was still hard to see anything.

He kept kis finger firmly on the trigger, dealing out death and mayham in long sweeping bursts, carpeting the stairwell with rounds of whitehot led.
Slowly but surely Gagarin took a few steps down the stairs his face locked in a grim mask of facination and thirst for death. Be it his own or others doesnt matter, what does matter is that the beast is fed and kept saturated with blood.

Gosha wrote:He kept kis finger firmly on the trigger, dealing out death and mayham in long sweeping bursts, carpeting the stairwell with rounds of whitehot led.
Slowly but surely Gagarin took a few steps down the stairs his face locked in a grim mask of facination and thirst for death. Be it his own or others doesnt matter, what does matter is that the beast is fed and kept saturated with blood.

What the hell?

Dashing through the doorway, Morrison tried to grasp the situation. The dust kicked up by the grenade, and the large man just a few steps down covered most of his field of vision.
He turned on the shoulder lamp, and drew a deep breath, dry taste of concrete filling his mouth as he aimed down the staircase.

"Gagarin! Report!" he shouted, hoping that the smartgunner could hear him over the roar of his own gun.

Not turning his head away from the staircase- the dangerous direction- Morrison spoke once more: "Bojan, Carter- you bring up the rear! Three meter spread! And Bojan- keep me updated, one eye on the tracker at all times, copy?"

Then Morrison started to walk down the stairs cautiously, weapon aimed down towards the darkness, and whatever was waiting for them there.

After having moved down a fair number of steps, spewing out ordinance as he went, the private finaly stopped and crouched down low hugging the wall.
His breath weezed throu his tightly clenched teeth and he growled a guttural respons to his squadleader.
"Contact, Stairwell down. Multiple targets."
He had flipped down the IR aiming HUD before bursting into the fray and was now using to try to get a faint idea of the situation himself, was that movement of someone trying to flee or just the deathroll of some unfortunate victime of his indescriminate bullet barrage a few seconds ago?
"Advancing!" Gagaring forced himself upright again, still keeping close to the stairwell wall as he advanced down fyrther, his finger still tightly gripped around the trigger.

Private Bojan brang up the rear, rifle in one hand, motion tracker in the otherm scanning down the stairs. The smoke was blinding and the screen was the only thing clearly visible.