Jess had her field medic bag, so patching Kyun up isn't that big of chore. A few pressure bandages here and a bit of CPR returns Kyun back to land of the living. She's in no condition to do anything other than breath, but it's a start.

The helicopter's occupants are seen filing out the opposite side of the field of fire, but still become random targets for Brian to plink. He sights down on his weapon and fires a double burst at one them. Brian's shots hit center mass as everyone in the procession drop flat to the ground in reaction.

It seems someone in the brush was waiting for an open target to rise out of the burm. As Brian takes cover from his attack, he takes one in the right arm...the bullet tearing a large whole in his uniform sleeve, right where the Union Jack used to be.

Over the noise of the gunfire, Jess shouts.

"Goddamn bastards ! Atleast leave me something to work with !"

Brian looks down at his uniform sleeve in shock, his eyes wide and angry.

"They...the bastards...bloody scots...my flag!" He growls, wishing he had a nice, perfectly sighted rifle to make life unpleasant for the ones in the bushes. Instead, he pressed his body against the burm, occasionally sending a spray of fire to keep the bad guys from getting any ideas.

"Choppers out of the picture...now if James would just pull the limo around, we can get on our way."

Artis sees the chopper guys and the cops more concerned with each other than little ol' him, and makes his move on the patrol car.

Artis hops in the driver's seat and throws the cruiser into gear.

Seeing the cruiser move, the militants in the bush begin firing at the vehicle. Goose hears bullets bouncing off the car-body, but it seems nothing vital is being hit.

Pulling the car into a sharp turn, Artis drives up to the burm affording the agents some cover from the fire coming down-range.

(Edited by Dieter at 9:26 am on Aug. 26, 2003)

Ian stays in the burm...giving a play-by-play to his lads in London.

"...right. This has gotten out of hand. There is an agent down with two additional walking wounded."

Mr. MI-5 peers over the top of the mound of dirt only to be greeted by automatic fire. He does Artis pull up in the police cruiser.

"Control, we need that rapid response unit...NOW! We are moving out!"

Ian closes up his phone, drawing his sidearm and helping Kyun to his feet. He then looks over to Carla and Jess.

"Ladies and gent. I believe our chauffeur is here."

"Well, aren't you just the perfect gentlemen?" Carla says with a wry grin as she ducks into the car.

Jess eyes Kyun.

"I'm sure he'd appreciate if we could do it without sly remarks this time."

"Sly remarks are what we do!" Artis shouts from the unhappy car. "Get the hell in here!"

Everyone climbs into the police cruiser as Goose floors it.

Ian's phone rings a few seconds later. His conversation is brief, but appears to be on a positive note. Ian taps Artis on the shoulder as bullets clink off the police cruiser.

"That was London. There's a chopper on the way. It should be arriving any minute now. Just keep us moving, they'll be able to pinpoint our position via my phone."

The Team gets a few miles down the road when they see another helicopter on the horizon. Brian immediately recognizes it as one of the newest in the RAF arsenal.

Peering out the back window, the previously downed medical chopper (still spewing out smoke) is heading their way. Also coming up from behind are two land rovers. From this distance, the friendly helicopter will arrive too late.

Looks like a stand-up fight till the cavalry gets here.


(Edited by Dieter at 2:51 pm on Aug. 29, 2003)

"Brian, do be a dear and smack that chopper down like the bitch she is? I'll handle those ugly green pigs."

Carla takes the momentary pause to give her ventilated calf a quick once-over.

"Does anyone have some Icy-Hot? It's not bad on bullet wounds."

"I'll be right on it, Carla. Art, how about some half speed action ?"

Brian raises the MP5, and does his best to repeat his little feat earlier today with downing the chopper.

"They don't seem to be getting the hint."

Brian leans out the car window, firing two quick bursts at the helicopter. The bullets hit the chopper's underbelly with a less-than spectacular effect to that of his last...but nevertheless punching holes where there weren't just seconds ago.

Ayumi follows suit with Brian, firing out the other side of the police car. Her first burst goes a bit wide, but the second is on its mark. The small plume of white smoke trailing out the exhaust ports is now intermixed with a patch of grey-blue smoke...probably coming from the vehicle's oil reservoir.

On the ground, the Green Meanies are closing in on Artis and Co. The windows roll down as a few militants poke out a variety of automatic weapons.

The dice fall on Dieter's table...an "18" for ADS and a "1" for the bad guys...the hilarity ensues.

One Rover takes the left side as the pulls up on the right. As the two SUVs go in for a sandwich manuever, Artis floors the Vauxhall, sending a rich mixture of fuel and air into the turbocharged engine. The sudden acceleration pins everyone in their seats, propelling the cruiser forward in a groan of RPM goodness. Goose completely avoids the impending collision and sends both Rovers into a 70MPH rendevous.

They clash together with corresponding tires and quarterpanels being chewed up in a violent fury of bent metal and burning rubber. Rover1 spins out of control, sending up a cloud of acrid black smoke as the SUV swings about a full 360 degrees only to be stopped by a horrible crunch into the concrete jersey-wall seperating the sides of the highway. The driver and occupants of Rover2 are a bit more fortunate as the wheelman slams on the breaks causing the Rover to fishtail down the highway nearly 200ft before coming to a complete stop.

The medical helicopter still pursues the Team. As it gets within range, two small hatches retract from its under its fusilage, revealing twin rocket pods. The chopper opens up on the police cruiser, sending two smoke trails towards them.

Up front, the RAF chopper is also within good visual range. Both sliding doors on the Merlin reveal side-gunners manning HMGs.

(Edited by Dieter at 2:21 pm on Sep. 3, 2003)

"And THAT's half speed!" Artis calls back to the disarrayed Land Rovers.

"Artis, Incoming!" Brian yells, ducking back into the car as the rockets come speeding toward it.