Not too soon did the words leave Jax's mouth when all hell broke loose. Just as Kevin trained the M2's sights on the eastern horizon, rifle fire rang out and bullets pelted the humvee with a resounding ping. "FUCK!! CONTACT RIGHT!!" He hollered immediately opening fire in the given direction. The sheer ferocity of the fifty rattles in his gloved hands as his face is baked by the heat coming off the barrel. Shell casings swooped past him, hot brass pelting his skin with a burning singe. Just like that.....a typical situation faced in the Stan. One moment your joking with your buddies, the next....you're fighting to save their lives.