The column of Humvees were travelling at full speed, rocking and tumbling side to side as they crossed the open field. The M2's were keeping the thing at bay but they weren't killing it, though judging from the bloody pock marks they left all over the scaly serpent it certainly didn't enjoy the attention the Corp was lavishing on it. Naturally, when the thing first appeared it was hard to believe but surely enough it was a real live dragon and the stories about them breathing fire had proven to be correct as was evidenced by the fact their supply truck was now inflames and Hitman 2 now had a couple of unwelcome guests from H&S riding along with them. The alternative was to leave the water-boys flailing around their wrecked truck and no one had any desire to find out if dragons truly ate people today. 

"Carlos, stop the fucking truck!" Barked Sergeant Willis to the driver whom, with much reluctance did as told, slamming on the brake and throwing the occupants forward. "Wong, AT-4!" He continued with his commands, throwing himself out of the truck with the giant winged beast fast approaching. It only took a moment for Corporal Wong to produce the cylindrical tube from the backseat and toss it to the waiting Sergeant. Muscle memory kicked in and Willis cleared the two safeties and set his finger on the trigger. No need to adjust his sights, it was a big mother-fucker and it was danger close. "Clear backblast!" He shouts. "Backblast clear!" a chorus of stressed Marines repeat and with a tense silence there was a loud 'thwomp' 

The 84mm HE rocket was traveling almost 1,000 feet per second when the warhead embedded it's self 14 inches into the thick hide of the beast that was looming over Hitman's worn-out battle wagon. It took a fraction of the second for the fuse to ignite the 440 grams of high explosives that literally ripped the mythical creature in half as it's head split from the rest of it's body. The creature went into convulsions, it's wings failing to keep it's limp body in flight as it tumbled helplessly into the ground, skidding into the dirt until it rested in a school bus sized crater, it's head just barely hanging on by a small section of hide. It was clearly dead, but that didn't stop Hitman Actual from putting a couple of 40 Mike-Mike's into it's head for good measure.

Their interpreter was a local man, hired from a village by the Marines a few days ago to ride along and do some translations for them. He would later recount to his friends and family and incredible story of the Battle-Mages whom were able to fell a Flame Dragon with a simple ancient tome. "Clear Backblast" was all need be said for the Gods to cast their flames at the direction of the Mah-Reen whom commanded the Rod-of-Fire. In all of their history no one had ever managed to kill a Flame Dragon but these Mah-Reens had slain one with what seemed relative ease. He did not understand much of what the Mah-Reens told him but he did understand one thing; That Uncle Sam was a vengeful God and it was unwise to displease him.