No Way in Hell
This is my first story, and it involves violence. Please tell me anything I could do to make this better!
The shadows of the trees camouflaged Dexter, a grey wolf , in his matte-black recon armor, code named SHADOWSTEP, because of it's ability to slightly diffuse light, to the effect that the wearer is better camouflaged in most terrain. At the moment it was trying to replicate the tall grass he was hiding in, surveying enemies encampment.
He raised his SRS93C-X4AM Sniper Rifle, and peered through the scope, scanning the tower for enemy snipers. Satisfied there were none, he then watched a group of soldiers perform their last drills of the day, as he had for the last three days, getting a feel for the schedule of the trucks entering and leaving.
"This is the night", he growled softly,"This is the last night I have to kill that son of a bitch, Dreggs."
" I got your back buddy," said Blue-One, or Avery," Go kill that fucker."
He and Avery were sent here as assassins to kill the renegade General Luther Dreggs, a filthy rat who was responsible for well over a hundred dead men. Dexter's comrades, his friends, his whole company was wiped out, save a few, by a massive airstrike, after a ceasefire had been agreed on by the two warring nations. Dreggs was not acting with his government, or so they claimed.
Dexter stood up and slung the rifle over his back, and drew his M3C combat pistol, which had a modified barrel for greater accuracy and so he could mount a silencer. He slowly crept up to a bush about 30 meters away from the main gate and waited for a truck to roll by him on the worn dirt road. A few minutes later a truck cruised by him, and stopped at the security checkpoint.
"Good luck Blue-two", said Avery, worried for his friend.
Dexter took off in a full sprint towards the back off the truck, and rolled underneath it. He wedged himself up underneath the undercarriage of the vehicle, close enough to the tires to smell the new rubber. He waited for the fox inspecting the vehicle to pass by him, hoping to God that he would be relaxed enough after two days of clean trucks not to look underneath it.
The time it took for the man to pass by, seemed like it took hours, as Dexter held his breath for fear of the noise. Finally the fox slapped the hood of the truck, and it rolled through the gate. Dexter winced as a rock flew up and hit his cheek, and cut it open, blood trickling down his face, he swore quietly, but didn't loosen his grip, he was almost there.
The truck screeched to a halt as it pulled into the warehouse, and the two furs got out, one grumbled, " I hate the fact that we bust our asses to get this shit here, and what do we get?", he asked his partner, " We get a plate of shitty food and Sergeant Marcus bitching at us about how we can't seem to do anything right!"
"Damn Straight!" said the other with sarcasm in his voice.
As their voices faded, Dexter lowered himself form the truck, and rolled out from under it. He looked around and confirmed that he was alone. With a glance at the watchman at the Generals quarters, he set off at slow creep towards the armory, which had two furs guarding the door. as he neared it he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the barrels about twenty feet to the right of the guards. Dexter pulled the trigger twice heard the gun fire with a pfft! and hit the barrels with a metallic clanging sound, and felt the recoil of his weapon pull his hand back.
As one of the furs went to investigate, Dexter grabbed his combat knife and crept up to the remaining guard. Swinging the blade in a deadly arc he plunged it deep into the neck of his victim, severing the artery and spraying himself with blood in the process. He dragged the body into the warehouse and laid it in an empty locker. Dexter locked the door to ensure his privacy, and booby trapped the door with one of the fragmentation grenades he had on his belt. He paused to examine the assault rifle in a locker adjacent to the now full locker, Whatever this fired it was big, he guessed around a 7.62 or higher, judging by it's size. Dexter loaded the weapon and cocked the slide back. He practiced aiming down the sights, and found it was relatively easy. Dexter decided to take some extra magazines in case things got messy.
As he paused to check his suit for damage or malfunctions, he heard someone knocking on the door, and he sprinted for the window at the back of the armory. The grenade went off with a bang, and chunks of metal flew into the air with a large bang and a cloud of smoke.
" Well shit, you got their attention now huh?" Chuckled Avery," I'll keep them busy."
Dexter dove through the window and sprinted for the general's quarters, the element of surprise gone now, as shots pierced the night, and orders were lost in the resulting confusion as soldiers were shot by the as yet unseen Blue-one.
As he reached the bunker, he fired a burst at the soldiers, near the door. the first round missed and punched through the sheet metal door, the scond bullet caught the fur in the neck, and the third round shattered his jaw, leaving a bloody hole where his mouth used to be. Dexter shot the fur at point blank when he reached him, to end his misery.
Avery had a group of soldiers pinned down by a flagpole, and was doing his best to draw attention away from Dexter. However, the world in his scope was all consuming, and he didn't notice the flare of a RPG until it was too late, the rocket hitting the oak next to him, splintering the tree. Avery screamed as a meter long shard penetrated his abdomen, nailing him to the ground. He tried to reach his pistol, but found he didn't have the strength, to do so. Little by little, darkness enveloped him.
Dexter heard the explosion, and knew what it meant.
"Mother Fuckers killed him," screamed the wolf "They fucking killed Avery!"
He felt a rush of rage towards the General, and pushed forward through the condo style interior of the bunker. As he neared the bar, he saw Dreggs, with a revolver in his hand, and two of his bodyguards flanking him with FN- 2150s . Dexter pulled the trigger on his rifle and felt it buck against his shoulder and saw the nearest bodyguards chest cave in from the burst. The General fired, and the small round pierced Dexter's shoulder and stopped their.
"Fuck!", yelled Dexter.
The wolf took cover behind the bar and tried to reload his rifle, but the bullet must have hit someting important because he couldn't move his fingers. Dexter stood up and emptied what was left in the clip into the fox bodyguard.
"You think you will get out alive?" Dreggs said, "You will die here!"
"That makes two of us", growled Dexter.
Dexter and the General both fired at the same time, the Generals round hitting Dexter in the side, but the wolf's aim was true striking Dreggs in the neck, severing his spinal cord. Dexter, calmly walked up to the dead rat and emptied his clip into his face.
Dexter dropped his handgun, and grabbed his last grenade. Walking outside, the battered and bloody wolf held up his hands, and was immediately surrounded. The wolf smiled as he pulled the pin of his grenade and dropped it, sprinting away. He felt numerous rounds tear into his back as the shouts of the remaining troops echoed along with the blast. As he reached the gate the wolf fell, cut down by the hail of bullets that flew at him.