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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3949335" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Welcome to the Show - Part 1d – Kurt and Jim’s Story</strong></p><p></p><p>"Get down!" shouted Grange.</p><p></p><p>Young hit the accelerator, lurching the car towards the U.S. embassy gates as the two land rovers tried to cut them off. Machinegun fire raked the pavement behind the vehicle.</p><p></p><p>"What the hell?" shouted Baxter. </p><p></p><p>"You MI-5 boys do things differently here, huh?" asked Yolanda. She pointed her pistol out the window. </p><p></p><p>There was a loud burst and the car lurched to the side. Two of the tires had been shot out. </p><p></p><p>Blood spattered Grange as Young jerked in the seat. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted, one hand clutching his neck.</p><p></p><p>Grange, ducking down, held the wheel with one hand, pistol in the other. "Aim for the gates!'</p><p></p><p>Young leaned into the wheel, half-falling onto the gas pedal. The car shrieked sideways as they struck a car at the curb. They were twenty yards short.</p><p></p><p>A dozen men in commando gear wearing black ski masks opened fire on their car.</p><p></p><p>"I'm Security Service you wankers!" shouted Baxter. He waved his ID out the window and then screamed as a bullet pierced his hand. "What the hell is wrong with you people?"</p><p></p><p>"They're not MI-5!" shouted Grange. "Go, go!"</p><p></p><p>Agent Yolanda made a break for the gate. She screamed as gunfire cut her legs out from under her, falling just ten feet from the gate. </p><p></p><p>Yolanda threw her ID to the Marine guards at the gate. "I'm with the Department of State!" she shouted. </p><p></p><p>Grange handed Young his pistol. He was bleeding from wounds in his right arm and neck, saved only by his bulletproof vest. Young brandished a Desert Eagle in one hand and Grange's Glock in the other. "Lay down as much cover fire are you can!" </p><p></p><p>Grange half-dragged Young out the door on the passenger's side. Young blazed away with the pistols as they attempted to leave the cover of the car.</p><p></p><p>The commando opened fire. Young's body spasmed as a half-dozen gunshots found their target. Grange dropped Young's body and maneuvered to the front of the car for cover. </p><p></p><p>Baxter was still there. "Back so soon?" He blind-fired several shots over the edge of the car.</p><p></p><p>"We're pinned down," snarled Grange. He quickly cocked the sub-machinegun. "We've got to get to that Embassy."</p><p></p><p>Gunfire echoed all around them. The Marine guards, spooked by the ricocheting shots so near the embassy grounds, also opened fire. </p><p></p><p>"SAS!" shouted one of the commandos. "Hold your fire!"</p><p></p><p>"Oh now they want us to hold our fire," muttered Baxter.</p><p></p><p>The Marines hesitated. </p><p></p><p>Agent Yolanda, crawling her way to the Embassy gate, suddenly jerked. She was killed instantly by a well-placed headshot. </p><p></p><p>The Marines resumed their fire.</p><p></p><p>The battle raged for what seemed like an eternity. Grange and Baxter did their best to return the SAS fire, but were pinned down as their vehicle was shot to pieces. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly a smoke grenade bounced over the agents' car. </p><p></p><p>"Go!" shouted Grange. "Go!"</p><p></p><p>Grange and Baxter half-crawled from the car to the gate as the smoke billowed around them. </p><p></p><p>"Don't let them in, you idiots!" shouted one of the commandos. "They've got a bomb!"</p><p></p><p>Three of the SAS troopers rushed the gate, triggering another brutal exchange of gunfire in the smoke cloud. They were cut down by fire from the Marines. </p><p></p><p>Grange made it to the gates despite being hit in one arm. Baxter fell to the ground as he was hit in both legs.</p><p></p><p>"Cease fire!" shouted Hugh, who had finally caught up with the SAS commandos. "Cease fire!"</p><p></p><p>The SAS CO turned and fired his pistol into Hugh's face.</p><p></p><p>"Cor!" shouted one of the other commandos. "He shot Hugh!" </p><p></p><p>The SAS commandos began firing on each other as the CO rushed the gate.</p><p></p><p>"Traitorous bastard," shouted Baxter. He took careful aim with his good arm and placed a shot right between the CO's eyes. He fell down, dead.</p><p></p><p>As the CO fell, something flew out of his head. It buzzed right toward a Marine private's face. The Marine screamed, stumbling backwards as he clutched his head.</p><p></p><p>Baxter found his footing and rose. "You all right, mate?"</p><p></p><p>The Marine straightened and turned his weapon on Baxter.</p><p></p><p>Grange slapped the rifle barrel out of the way as it went off, just missing Baxter. Baxter killed the Marine with another pistol shot.</p><p></p><p>"Thanks for coming back for me mate," said Baxter. "I think I'm deaf now in that ear, but at least you Yanks are good for something."</p><p></p><p>Grange pointed his pistol towards Baxter's head. "What the…?"</p><p></p><p>The thing that flew out of the SAS CO's head flew out of the Private's ruined face. It was about to fly into Baxter's when Grange shot it out of the air. </p><p></p><p>Grange and Baxter stared down at the three-foot long thing on the ground. </p><p></p><p>"Looks like…" began Baxter.</p><p></p><p>"A brain spider," finished Grange.</p><p></p><p>In the firefight at the embassy gate, three SAS troopers were killed, four were wounded. One Marine guard was killed and five were wounded. Agents Young and Yolanda were declared dead on arrival. In the minutes following the shootout, London Metropolitan police arrived on the scene, along with an army of journalists. </p><p></p><p>The medic on staff placed Grange and Baxter on stretchers. </p><p></p><p>Baxter was already unconscious from his wounds. </p><p></p><p>"We'll take you to London hospital…" said the medic.</p><p></p><p>"No," growled Grange. "We are to be airlifted by Marine helicopter to the base hospital at RAF/USAF Bentwaters." He flashed his badge. "That's an order. Do you understand me?"</p><p></p><p>The medic stared at him for a moment. "Yes sir."</p><p></p><p>"I also want the remains of that thing brought along. It is to be kept frozen and stored as hazardous material. Do you understand me?"</p><p></p><p>The medic hesitated. </p><p></p><p>"Do you…" Grange grabbed him by the collar. "Understand me?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes sir!" shouted the medic.</p><p></p><p>"Good," said Grange. He promptly lost consciousness after that.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 3949335, member: 3285"] [b]Welcome to the Show - Part 1d – Kurt and Jim’s Story[/b] "Get down!" shouted Grange. Young hit the accelerator, lurching the car towards the U.S. embassy gates as the two land rovers tried to cut them off. Machinegun fire raked the pavement behind the vehicle. "What the hell?" shouted Baxter. "You MI-5 boys do things differently here, huh?" asked Yolanda. She pointed her pistol out the window. There was a loud burst and the car lurched to the side. Two of the tires had been shot out. Blood spattered Grange as Young jerked in the seat. "Son of a bitch!" he shouted, one hand clutching his neck. Grange, ducking down, held the wheel with one hand, pistol in the other. "Aim for the gates!' Young leaned into the wheel, half-falling onto the gas pedal. The car shrieked sideways as they struck a car at the curb. They were twenty yards short. A dozen men in commando gear wearing black ski masks opened fire on their car. "I'm Security Service you wankers!" shouted Baxter. He waved his ID out the window and then screamed as a bullet pierced his hand. "What the hell is wrong with you people?" "They're not MI-5!" shouted Grange. "Go, go!" Agent Yolanda made a break for the gate. She screamed as gunfire cut her legs out from under her, falling just ten feet from the gate. Yolanda threw her ID to the Marine guards at the gate. "I'm with the Department of State!" she shouted. Grange handed Young his pistol. He was bleeding from wounds in his right arm and neck, saved only by his bulletproof vest. Young brandished a Desert Eagle in one hand and Grange's Glock in the other. "Lay down as much cover fire are you can!" Grange half-dragged Young out the door on the passenger's side. Young blazed away with the pistols as they attempted to leave the cover of the car. The commando opened fire. Young's body spasmed as a half-dozen gunshots found their target. Grange dropped Young's body and maneuvered to the front of the car for cover. Baxter was still there. "Back so soon?" He blind-fired several shots over the edge of the car. "We're pinned down," snarled Grange. He quickly cocked the sub-machinegun. "We've got to get to that Embassy." Gunfire echoed all around them. The Marine guards, spooked by the ricocheting shots so near the embassy grounds, also opened fire. "SAS!" shouted one of the commandos. "Hold your fire!" "Oh now they want us to hold our fire," muttered Baxter. The Marines hesitated. Agent Yolanda, crawling her way to the Embassy gate, suddenly jerked. She was killed instantly by a well-placed headshot. The Marines resumed their fire. The battle raged for what seemed like an eternity. Grange and Baxter did their best to return the SAS fire, but were pinned down as their vehicle was shot to pieces. Suddenly a smoke grenade bounced over the agents' car. "Go!" shouted Grange. "Go!" Grange and Baxter half-crawled from the car to the gate as the smoke billowed around them. "Don't let them in, you idiots!" shouted one of the commandos. "They've got a bomb!" Three of the SAS troopers rushed the gate, triggering another brutal exchange of gunfire in the smoke cloud. They were cut down by fire from the Marines. Grange made it to the gates despite being hit in one arm. Baxter fell to the ground as he was hit in both legs. "Cease fire!" shouted Hugh, who had finally caught up with the SAS commandos. "Cease fire!" The SAS CO turned and fired his pistol into Hugh's face. "Cor!" shouted one of the other commandos. "He shot Hugh!" The SAS commandos began firing on each other as the CO rushed the gate. "Traitorous bastard," shouted Baxter. He took careful aim with his good arm and placed a shot right between the CO's eyes. He fell down, dead. As the CO fell, something flew out of his head. It buzzed right toward a Marine private's face. The Marine screamed, stumbling backwards as he clutched his head. Baxter found his footing and rose. "You all right, mate?" The Marine straightened and turned his weapon on Baxter. Grange slapped the rifle barrel out of the way as it went off, just missing Baxter. Baxter killed the Marine with another pistol shot. "Thanks for coming back for me mate," said Baxter. "I think I'm deaf now in that ear, but at least you Yanks are good for something." Grange pointed his pistol towards Baxter's head. "What the…?" The thing that flew out of the SAS CO's head flew out of the Private's ruined face. It was about to fly into Baxter's when Grange shot it out of the air. Grange and Baxter stared down at the three-foot long thing on the ground. "Looks like…" began Baxter. "A brain spider," finished Grange. In the firefight at the embassy gate, three SAS troopers were killed, four were wounded. One Marine guard was killed and five were wounded. Agents Young and Yolanda were declared dead on arrival. In the minutes following the shootout, London Metropolitan police arrived on the scene, along with an army of journalists. The medic on staff placed Grange and Baxter on stretchers. Baxter was already unconscious from his wounds. "We'll take you to London hospital…" said the medic. "No," growled Grange. "We are to be airlifted by Marine helicopter to the base hospital at RAF/USAF Bentwaters." He flashed his badge. "That's an order. Do you understand me?" The medic stared at him for a moment. "Yes sir." "I also want the remains of that thing brought along. It is to be kept frozen and stored as hazardous material. Do you understand me?" The medic hesitated. "Do you…" Grange grabbed him by the collar. "Understand me?" "Yes sir!" shouted the medic. "Good," said Grange. He promptly lost consciousness after that. [/QUOTE]
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