On that note, the ones with the clear shot open fired and reduced their numbers from a distance while the rest of us who would come in via a helicopter strapped up. It'll only take a few minutes before we reach our destination and the ships we were waiting on were close enough.
But yeah, the Admiral was barking his orders from the Eisenhower which was still docked on the Marine Base—as he had a perfect view of everything—and Mitch's team arrived shortly and took care of the dead outside the airport and blocked off the other entrances with the spare vehicles they brought.
We did have the numbers but we wouldn't be idiots about it but it didn't take long before we landed on the roof of the Main Building of this airport.
Our group landed first than the other Chinook we flew in with, but instead of rushing down according to our plan, I pulled out the case for the gift I received from Matthew which was a Delta 5 from Daniel Defense.
I barely used this gun because I was almost always at the front while Kaley and Jared were doing their designated long-shooting job, but this time, with these new unknowns on the prowl, I laid down on my stomach and went with using a bolt-action.
Without its suppressor—or should I say, just the barrel was already a whopping 24-inch, four inches longer than the barrel of the SCAR Jared got from Royo. Additionally, if we're talking about precision and taking the shooter out of the picture, a bolt-action would always prevail against a semi-auto.
And yeah, this gun of mine was actually a pair because at the time Matthew gave it to me, I revealed that I already had one, so I just gifted my gift to Kaley instead and used what I was used to.
No words were needed to be discussed as we both laid our rifles down and then went prone to pick off the ones at the middle of the runway, which was the place we were supposed to drop in as Oscar mentioned earlier.
Be it a hundred or a thousand deadheads, our group would be able to clear it but fifty or so unknowns could spell if we weren't careful with them.
And as we exhaled and squeezed the trigger at the same time, me taking the one on the furthest right while she on the furthest left, it only took a moment before we saw a puff of black and red before our targets were put to rest.
'That's the universal truth for you.'
But yeah, Oscar and Major Harper had already opened fire along with the other soldiers that came with us—my group included—towards the angry horde that was coming for the intruders on top of the Main Building, but Bogdan just let out this arson-y smile as he lit up the same small-ish wine barrels and threw it a great distance away.
A few people still weren't sure what Bogdan was planning but I just had a realization from the ingredients he was working on yesterday.
'If those machineguns only needed a little~ bit of accuracy, this firebomb fuel gel mixture needed a lot less...'
And yeah, seeing a great flame envelop each and everyone one of those undead fucks and spreading on each of them with the slightest touch confirmed my suspicion.
"DID YOU JUST MAKE NAPALM?!"
"YEAH! AND THROW THIS ONE OVER TO THAT SIDE!"
"I'LL THROW ONE TOO!"
"ME TOO! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME YOU WERE MAKING NAPALM! GIMME!" Oscar exclaimed.
"COLONEL! MAN THE FUCKING MACHINE GUN!"
Quinn took his place, "I'LL HANDLE IT! GIMME— HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Ignoring Quinn's murderous laugh while mowing down the undead burning or not, this type of incendiary weapon was banned for use against civilians but let's just say that all is fair in love and war.
And like a man's inherent impulse to dig holes when handed a shovel, we were also predisposed to gladly experience what it was like to watch things burn when the victims should be what they were called, victims.