RM Vol 3: For a World without Boundary – Chapter 45-4: Osprey down! (Part 4)

RM Vol 3: For a World without Boundary – Chapter 45-4: Osprey down! (Part 4)

When you are about to be assaulted by multiple hostiles, it's always a good idea to pick a defensible location. Preferably, the location should have high ground, good covers, and places where you can funnel your targets in to create a killing field. That said, when your surrounding is a mostly flattened clearing with a garage and your own aircraft as the strongest covers around, it doesn't hurt to prepare some traps in between you, and your enemies.

C-4 or Composition C-4 is a variety of plastic explosives that has been renovating how the infantry body of the Belkan Reich performs their tasks. C-4 has a texture similar to modeling clay and can be molded into any desired shape. It is relatively insensitive and can be detonated only by the shock wave from a detonator or blasting cap. These attributes make C-4 very easy to use while being very safe to handle. It cannot be detonated by a gunshot or by dropping it onto a hard surface. It does not explode when set on fire or exposed to microwaves. And due to its malleable nature, you can deploy C-4 everywhere you need without much of a worry. Placing them down in a makeshift explosive trench has never been easy for a field operative. Still, when you only have a few C-4 blocks on hand, finding ways to enhance their lethality is always a great idea.

In a bind, simple things that you can pull from a roadside garage like spark plugs, bolts, nails, and fuel cans will do wonders. You just need to place them inside the explosive pit or around them, and the shockwave will take care of the rest. If the blast and fragments aren't enough to kill your enemy, it sure as Hell would make them stumble just long enough for you to either finish them off or run away.

"That's the last of them." Gordy said as she buried the last of the C-4 charges before dropping a fuel can on top of it.

Dusting her hands before grabbing the rifle she has laid by her side, Gordy pulls out her rangefinder and surveys the area ahead of her. Primarily, she looks for the three roads that lead to their crash sites, already knowing that the area behind them is clear, for now. It isn't much of a surprise for her when approximately five minutes have passed and the roads are teeming with demons and zombies. Granted, the numbers aren't as infinite as before things went South but the four of them don't have access to a wealth of firepower right now. Touching her radio, Gordy says. "Alright gentlemen, the game's about to start. I hope you said your prayers because we won't have much free time."

"This is Carl, all set here. Got a nice view over you all."

"This is Albrecht," The report is punctuated by the chambering of the HMG-14.5. "Ready to lay down the heat."

"Randall here, all good on my end. Better get your ass back here, Gordy."

And then the machine gun roars. Red tracers zip by above the Pathfinders' heads before slamming into and coming through the silicone bodies of the demons. Archangels, Chariots, Knights... Everything is equal under the barrel of a 14.5mm heavy machine gun. When you have fired one, you won't be able to find the same exhilaration at your fingertips when you hold another one.

What's the saying that has been going about the door gunners community again? Ah, yes.

"Yggdra bless .57 cal."

But then all good things must come to a pause eventually. "Reload done!" Randall reported, and so was Gordy. This means Albrecht has to ease up on the trigger, though the damage is already done and he has successfully bought enough time for the Pathfinders to get back in the game. When the pair turns over and starts engaging the demons once again, there's only one thing on their mind right now.

"One mag down, six more to go."

And by the Gods, they hope they can use up everything.