[center] [h3][color=a0410d] [b]Luke Godfrey
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[color=a0410d][i]‘What a shitshow,’[/i][/color] Luke thought to himself as he leaned against the stores door frame, his grip on his rifle tightening as the seconds passed them by. That field gun was probably their only chance in taking down their distant attacker, but getting to it was a real struggle. One wrong step into the wrong spot will end up getting them killed. They needed to do this perfectly, in sync and as a team.  There was no other- [color=a0410d]“What the fuck!?”[/color] Luke spat out in shock as he heard a roar from across the street before looking to see Victoria charging forward with her rifle raised, firing wildly as she continued to roar in rage. [color=a0410d]"Godamnit! You stupid bastard!” [/color]Luke barked in frustrated rage before hissing in annoyance and bolting out of his cover, sticking to the side of the street and swiftly moving from cover to cover. A few bullets pinged mere inches from him, each shot making his heart skip. His goal seemed so far away as he sprinted for Victoria and the field gun, but by some grace he managed to reach his goal.

With a grunt through gritted teeth Luke slid behind the field gun next to Victoria and tossed his rifle to the side before helping her move the gun. A stressed growl escaped him as he used all his strength to move the gun with Victoria. Finally with a heavy metallic thud against the stone pavement Luke gulped in a wave of air before glaring at Victoria with annoyance. How could she just charge straight in like that!? Luke wanted to say something, but he was denied the chance as another bullet pinged off the metallic gun. [color=a0410d]“Move!”[/color] Luke barked as he shoved Victoria to the other side of the gun and began to aim the field guns barrel towards the tower, tying his best to remember the basics of aiming this thing. Soon enough he finished, silently hoping it would get the job done. With a quick deep breath Luke readied himself before slapping his hand against the guns medal frame. [color=a0410d]“FIRE!”[/color] he roared before being drowned out by the guns might blast. Within the blink of an eye the guns shell slammed into the stone surface of the tower, putting a sizable hole within the lower right corner of the tower. [color=a0410d]“Fuck you!”[/color] he shouted in rage, a grin spreading onto his face before it shortly dropped in dread as the tower remained tall, the damage just wasn’t not enough to bring it down.

[color=a0410d]“Fuck me,”[/color] he muttered before he ducked back into cover as another bullet slammed against the field gun. [color=a0410d]“Shit!”[/color] he hissed in anger before looking for anymore chances to bring the tower down. Nothing but empty shell casings surrounded them, all useless to them! [color=a0410d]‘Come on, come on! There has to be one shell around,’[/color] he thought to himself before glancing to the right to see a spare shell on the curb. Out in the open. In the kill zone. Great. Luke gave a small sigh before glancing out of his cover, only to duck back down to avoid the whizz of another bullet from his attacker. [color=a0410d]“Damnit, why can’t this shit ever be easy,”[/color] he muttered to himself before taking a deep breath and launching out of his cover. A round crashed near his feet, sending a few loose bits of debris flying from under him and only spurring him to move faster. With a swift motion he scooped up the heavy shell and hugged it to his chest before spinning on his heels and bolted back to the gun. Unfortunately in his hurried attempts to get back Luke tripped over his own feet and slammed his head onto the hard pavement. It hurt like hell and blurred his vision for a second, though it may have been a godsend as he unknowingly avoided another round from the shooter. 

Through his pounding head he forced himself to scramble back behind the gun, breathing heavily and wiping a bit of blood from a small cut on the right corner of his head. [color=a0410d]“Son of a bitch, I’m gonna need a drink after this,”[/color] he groaned with a heavy breath before ejecting the used shell from the field gun and jammed the fresh one in. [color=a0410d]“Alright you son of a bitch!” [/color]he growled as he readjusted the gun a little higher to hopefully get the killing blow on the tower. [color=a0410d]“Fall already!”[/color] he shouted before firing the gun again, silently praying for a successful shot on the tower. The shell crashed into the higher corner of the tower and a massive chunk of rumble tumbled to the ground. The tower still stood tall, but Luke held his breath for a miracle.  

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