"Last magazine!" Crossfire shouted. Hot lead bombarded the Cobra Stinger closest to them. The hood flew up and it careened off the road. Behind it was a Humvee, from its roof erupted the sound of a .50cal. Crossfire tossed his SAW into the brush and shouldered his M4...
...Crossfire signals for the trio to stop. Look we need to slow down. We're leaving a trail that Hellen Keller could follow." The men look behind them their footprints clear on the path. "We bought ourselves a few minutes before they come looking but they will find our trail."
