Since we didn’t know where exactly the British players were, we kept a low profile. On our bellies, we crawled to the top of the hill and looked down at the private military base.
We watched the private military base on the other side of the rise for a couple of minutes. Military NPCs were patrolling the area. However, there was no sign of the British players.
“Where are they?” Flynn asked.
“Dunno. Don’t see them.”
“What if they already left this place?”
“I don’t think so. They should be somewhere nearby.”
I deployed the quadcopter, activated the invisibility ability, and directed it toward the military base, using my cell phone. I had the small robot fly around the base. Then I finally spotted a big black pickup truck. It was on the other side of the military base, hidden in dense undergrowth.
“I found them,” I said and showed Flynn the screen of my cell phone.
I then guided the drone toward the pickup truck. It flew over the military base and got close to the pickup truck. I saw that the driver’s-side window was rolled down. I lowered the quadcopter a little and heard the familiar voices with the British accent. The two players were talking to each other, yet I couldn’t quite make out the words. I guided the drone a bit closer to the vehicle, making sure not to get too close to the car so that the players didn’t hear the soft rumble of the rotor blades.
“Where’s that twat right now?” I heard McDermott ask. Judging from the tone of his voice, he was really impatient and pissed.
Chase took a moment to check the Scanner app and then replied, “She’s en route to this place.”
“I know that she’s heading for this place,” McDermott said annoyingly. “How far is she?”
“She’s almost reached the base. I think she’ll be here in five minutes, if that.”
“I wonder what’s taking her so long.”
“Come on, mate. Time always drags on when you’re waiting for something desirable to happen. That gal probably had to meet her teammates. Probably Striker––or whatever his new nickname is––is with her.”
“I really hope he is.”
So I had been right. They had learned that Allison was online, but instead of getting to her, they had decided to wait for the girl to reach the military base after they spotted that she was headed for this place.
A few minutes later, my cell phone rang. It was Allison. I put the phone to my ear.
“We’re almost there,” she said. “Where are you, guys? At the hill?”
“Yeah.”
“What about those Brits? Have you spotted them yet?”
“Yeah. They are on the other side of the base.”
“Good.”
After half a minute, we heard the rumble of an approaching car. Flynn and I descended the hill and saw a silver SUV pull alongside Flynn’s Ford Explorer. Allison and two other girls climbed out of the car. Their stats popped up in my HUD.
> Name: Samantha
> Level: 20
> Name: Melissa
> Level: 20
“Hey guys,” Allison said as they walked up to us.
I nodded at the girls.
“Wow,” Flynn exclaimed. “Are you, girls, going to war?”
All three of them toted lots of various guns.
“Al told us that you were going to deal with them Brits,” Samantha said. “So we figured we better get prepared.”
“So you know those guys?” I asked.
“We didn’t know that they were British and that they were ‘dirty’ cops until after Al told us half an hour ago,” Samantha replied. “But Mel and I got robbed once by those assholes. It happened before we met Al and started to play with her.”
“Think by this point, almost every player knows about them Brits,” Flynn put in.
“By the way, Flynn and I are cops too,” I said to the girl, with a smile.
“Yeah,” Melissa said, returning my smile. “You are cops and we are heisters. That’s kinda funny that we work together.”
“So you girls wanna take revenge against those British players too?” I asked.
“We’d like to,” Samantha replied. “But what we want more than that is do this heist. I’ve never completed a legendary heist yet.”
“Me too,” Melissa said. “It’s going to be exciting!”
“Al told us what you guys are gonna do,” Samantha said. “You want to get those guys to get banned by some moderator. So although Mel and I kinda want to deal with them Brits by themselves, we will have to settle on your taking care of them.”
I heard a voice coming from the cell phone, which I was still holding in my right hand. I looked at the screen. McDermott and Chase were still in their black pickup truck.
“What the heck that twat is doing there?” McDermott.
“Probably she and whoever with her are discussing their plan,” Chase said. “It is a legendary heist after all. You don’t want to barge in and botch such a difficult mission.”
“It’s a shame you don’t have the Quadcopter skill unlocked,” McDermott said. “We would’ve used it to spy on that twat now.”
“This skill is for losers,” Chase said with scorn. “If you’re good at shooting games, you don’t need this skill.”
“True,” McDermott said. “But Quadcopter can be used not only as a means of assistance in combat against enemies. It’s a good spying tool too.”
“We already talked it over many days ago, remember?” Chase said. “And I already told you the reason for not learning this skill. But if you already forgot it, I’ll tell you again. I decided not to waste any skill points on this skill because we had the Scanner app, which is a much more useful spy device than a Quadcopter is.”
“Yeah. I remember. But although we know where that twat right now, we have no means of knowing what she’s doing. So the Scanner app isn’t as useful as a Quadcopter would be at the moment.”
Allison walked up to me and glanced at the screen of my cell phone.
“It’s them?” She asked.
“Yeah. Looks like one of them is starting to lose his patience. So we best get cracking.”
We took a minute to discuss the plan of action. Then all of us put on the masks. The girls got in their silver SUV. Flynn and I climbed in his Ford Explorer. Flynn put the car in gear but didn’t start moving yet. The silver SUV drove around the hill and disappeared from sight. The girls were using the same plan Allison, Flynn, and I used when we were doing the Private Military Plane heist.
I looked at the screen of my cell phone. The two players had just seen that Allison was moving toward the military base. Their black pickup truck burst from the undergrowth.
“Let’s go,” I said to Flynn.
He nodded and stomped his feet on the acceleration. The Ford Explorer lurched forward, spewing clods of earth from beneath the tires.
I looked at the screen of my cell phone again and took control of the quadcopter. I guided the small robot toward the base and had it hover well up in the air so the whole base could be seen from above.
The Ford Explorer drove through the gates broken by the silver SUV and entered the military base. One of the NPCs had already sounded the alarm. Sirens blared all over the base, intercepted by the crack of automatic weapons fired by the military NPCs.
I rolled down my window and reached for my submachine gun. I stuck it out and mowed down several military NPCs in our way. Since neither Flynn nor I were doing any mission now, we got no penalty for killed NPCs at all.
When the Vector ran dry, I got back in the car and swapped the mags.
I shifted my attention toward the screen of my cell phone again. I saw the girls’ silver SUV barreling across the base. The NPCs fired their assault rifles at the speeding car but seemingly inflicted little to no damage on the vehicle.
Ignoring the fire, the girls kept racing after the big aircraft, which was slowly but steadily gaining s
peed. The hatch was still open so the girls had enough time to get in the aircraft’s belly. Unless something unexpected happened.
Like the big black-colored truck crashing through another gate into the premises of the military gates.
The big vehicle plowed through several military NPCs that were stupid enough to get in the vehicle’s way. Then the pickup truck turned to the right and raced after the silver SUV that was racing after the aircraft.
McDermott thrust the top half of his body out a passenger window and aimed his assault rifle at the car in front of him. A star-pattern burst erupted from the muzzle of the assault rifle as the player depressed and held down the trigger. The rounds pinged off the body of the girls’ car. The rear window exploded in a shower of thousand sparkling fragments.
Allison was behind the steering wheel, so the other two girls, Samantha and Melissa, leaned out the rear passenger windows and returned fire.
A few seconds later, the Ford Explorer fell in behind the black pickup truck. I put the cell phone away, reached for my subgun, and leaned out of the window. I trained the Vector on the pickup truck in front of us and opened fire. I saw some of my bullets thud into McDermott’s heavy armor.
Once he realized he was being fired at from ahead as well from behind, the player got back in the car. I wondered which class he was playing as. I was sure that he played as an Enforcer. Chase was a Technician, just like me. McDermott might be a Technician as well, but I doubted it. Judging from the conversation I had overheard a few minutes before, McDermott wasn’t a Technician. And he wasn’t a Doc either because this class wasn’t allowed to wear any body armor. That left only the Enforcer class.
So since neither of them played as a Doc, the British player had no means of healing himself. I had wounded him a few times. A Vector’s damage output wasn’t as huge as, for instance, a Scar’s and the player wore heavy body armor, so I doubted that he had taken too much damage. However, seeing that the odds were five to two, the British players decided to get away.
Chase cut the steering wheel to the side and the pickup truck turned to the right. The girls’ silver vehicle continued to race after the aircraft. A second later, it flew up the hatch and barreled into the military plane’s cargo bay. I wished the girls good luck with their mission.
As to Flynn and me, we weren’t about to let the British players get away. The Ford Explorer raced through the broken gates and took a dirt rough road. Up ahead was the black pickup truck. I leaned out the window and started firing the Vector at the pickup truck. However, the gravel road was bumpy, filled with shallow ruts, causing the car to bounce and vibrate with each bump and jar, so most of my shots went wide.
After dumping the whole mag, I got back in the car and reloaded the submachine gun.
“I’m gonna try and get closer to them so you can get a clean shot on them,” Flynn said.
“Okay.”
However, it was easier said than done. The road was in really bad condition and we had trouble gaining on the pickup truck. At least, we managed to keep the same distance between our cars all the time.
I checked the map on my cell phone and said, “We’re going to reach a small town soon.”
“Good,” Flynn replied. “Hope we’ll be able to catch with them there.”
A few minutes later, we finally reached the town. Now that we were driving along the asphalt, the Ford Explorer started to gain speed. I leaned out of the window at the same time as McDermott thrust a squad automatic weapon out the front passenger window. We started to fire at each other at the same time.
Just in a couple of seconds, I emptied the whole mag into the pickup truck. When I was about to get back in the car, two or three of the British player’s bullets tore into my throat unprotected by the body armor I wore.
I got back in the cab and glanced at my HUD.
> Health: 20/100
“Need a heal?” Flynn asked glancing at my wounded throat.
“Yeah.”
Flynn deployed two first aid kits on the dashboard and I instantly used them to heal my character up. Then I suddenly was thrown to the left as the Ford Explorer turned sharply to the right.
When Flynn straightened the car out, I saw the black truck up ahead. I was about to lean out the window to start shooting at the vehicle again but then noticed a black strip crossing the road up ahead. I know what it was.
I reached for my cell phone and opened one app. As I tapped on an activation button, metal spikes stuck out of the black strip. The two players in the pickup truck must have noticed the danger in front of them, but it was too late for them to do something because they were too close to the black strip.
All the tires ruptured as the pickup truck crossed the black strip. The big vehicle started to spin around, completely out of control. I tapped on the button again and the spikes retracted back into the road surface. The For Explorer raced harmlessly across the black strip.
The pickup truck slammed into the wall of a building. The engine compartment crumpled and gray smoke billowed from under the hood. The two players wasted no time getting out of the crashed vehicle. They darted across the street toward a big building on the other side of the street. Two seconds later, they disappeared inside.
Flynn swerved to the right and slammed on the brakes, bringing the Ford Explorer to an abrupt stop in front of the building. We opened the front doors and jumped out of the car.
When we ran up to the main door, Flynn said, “I’m gonna find the back door to make sure they don’t get away from us.”
Without waiting for me to say something, he whirled around and raced away. I didn’t want us to split. I thought it wasn’t such a good idea. Yet we had no time to argue, so I let him go. Flynn disappeared around the corner and I pushed open the door and entered the building.
Once I was inside, I saw the two players standing in the middle of the room, their automatic weapons trained on the door. I instantly dashed to the side. Half a second later, the two players opened up. I could feel the impact of some of their bullets on my body armor as I raced toward a door in front of me.
Whipping the Vector up, I returned fire on the run. But I was firing at my enemies almost blindingly, so I didn’t know if any of my bullets hit them. Two seconds later, my SMG ran dry. I slung it over my shoulder and jerked a fragmentation grenade from my tactical vest. After yanking out the pin, I tossed the frag toward the two players and dived in the door.
I dropped to the floor and glanced at my HUD.
> Health: 45/100
Two seconds later, I heard the explosion from behind. I rolled on my back, reloaded the Vector, and leaped to my feet. When I got back in the room, it was empty. I started walking across the room, the submachine gun held tightly in my hands.
Suddenly, the crack of automatic fire came from somewhere inside the building. I pinpointed the sound and raced toward it. I ran along a corridor, then entered another one, and saw the two players in the middle of the corridor. They stood in front of an open door leading to a room, their weapons raised and aimed at something in the room.
One of them spotted me out of the corner of his eye and wheeled around to face me. I whipped the Vector to shoulder level and depressed the trigger, sending a devastating stream of fire toward the players. After my sudgun ran dry, I dropped the spent mag, reached for a fresh one, and slammed it into place, all in a single fluid motion.
Before I could finish the players off, they ran away and disappeared around the corner. I darted toward the room and saw Flynn lying on his back. He was downed. When I had played as a Shot Caller, I could revive downed teammates by shouting at them. Now that I played as a Technician, I could no longer do that.
So I dashed toward Flynn and held out my hand. He grabbed it and I pulled him to his feet.
“Are you hurt?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
Flynn deployed two first aid kits in front of us. I used both to heal myself. Then Flynn deployed two more for
himself.
However, before he could use them, there was a clanking sound behind us and Flynn yelled, “Run! Grenade!”
I dashed to the right as Flynn darted in the opposite direction. A second later, the grenade went off. I was lifted off my feet and hurled through the air. I slammed against the wall and collapsed to the floor.
Rising on my elbows, I saw Flynn lying in the middle of the room in a growing pool of blood. He was dead. I glanced at my HUD.
> Health: 14/100
I was barely alive.
Then I heard footsteps of running feet and half a second later, a player appeared in the room. Judging by the heavy armor he wore and the SAW in his hands, it was McDermott. Only then did I realize I no longer had the Vector. It must have flown from my hands after the grenade exploded.
McDermott brought up his squad automatic weapon and trained it on me. Trying to keep my cool, I unslung the Mossberg shotgun and pointed it at the player. We fired at each other simultaneously. A few heavy-caliber rounds zipped past my head.
I had a better aim. The buckshot caught the player in the middle of his chest. The force of the impact caused him to collapse to the floor. However, he wasn’t downed. He leaped to his feet and dashed back toward the door. I racked the slide and fired again, but the player managed to get away in time.
I jerked another grenade from my tactical vest and yanked out the pin. I let the safety lever spring away from the body of the grenade with a soft cling. I let the grenade to cook off for two seconds in my hand before throwing it through the door. A second later, it exploded in the corridor.
I topped my shotgun off with two shells and trained the Mossberg on the door. I waited two or three seconds, but no player entered the room.
After getting up, I crossed the room and used the two first aid kits, which Flynn had deployed a minute before. My Health replenished.
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