Hiding behind cover, Bobby checked that the pig was still good. He checked the barrel for any signs of overheating. He'd heard stories about other MGs getting their sights warped from heat. So far Jack Johnson never had that problem. Motherfucker was as cool as James Brown sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm. Bobby heard the AK gunfire slow and looked at Buck. He gave him a cautious nod and Bobby checked that Jack Johnson's feed way was still loaded and the belt had enough ammo to last another round of fire. Locked and loaded, Bobby turned and aimed for where Charlie had been seconds before.

"Got something for your ass," Bobby said as he fired in three and four round bursts. "Got something for all you motherfuckers!"

He saw movement out the corner of his eye, black pajamas. He cursed and tried to turn Jack Johnson in time. But the fucker was in too close for him to properly turn and let into him. 

"Nine o'clock," he yelled at Buck. "Get the motherfucker!"