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Mazi was ready to follow Queen and Shimura off the ramp. The fat rope was hanging from the rear of the fuselage. Queen slid down the rope, with Shimura right behind her. Mazi ran, jumped, grabbed for the rope, caught it and slid to the ground. Shimura went off to the right, dispatching a fireteam. Mazi heard him call out, [i]"Damn! Shimura is pinned down, Squad Weapon. Catwalk to the west of the main hanger."[/i] [i]‘Sounds like an RPD,’[/i] Mazi thought to herself. It has a familiar ring to it. She’d heard it several times in her past.

She had been prepared to grab the submachine gun if the bad guys were close, but they remained distant. She pulled her Tavor 7 assault rifle up as she dove to a prone position. The burst of rounds from the LMG were obvious, pointing back to the firing point. She quickly brough her sights up and sent two rounds in succession in that direction. The firing stopped. “Go Shimura! Go!” she yelled as the RPD gunner was silenced.

As she lay on the field where the Osprey deposited her and her teammates, she could see targets of opportunity jump into her field of view. She rapidly squeezed the trigger in a controlled manner so as to not make the rifle jump unnecessarily. The enemy soldiers fell before her muzzle as they attempted to push in her general direction. She could see Shimura move as she engaged targets. He eventually dropped and began firing, which gave her an opportunity to advance on the compound.

She moved up about thirty meters and took cover behind a large electrical box. She spied around the side of the box and could see no targets. Moving to the opposite side of the box, she sprinted forward another thirty meters and went to ground. She continued this procedure until she reached the structure they were assaulting.

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Instead of waiting for Shimura to join her, she glanced inside the room, could not tell if there was anyone inside or not. She flattened against the wall outside pulling out a fragmentation grenade in her right hand. She then pulled the pin with her left and released the spoon, which flipped up, initiating the fuze. [i]‘One-one thousand, two-one thousand,’[/i] counting to herself, allowing the first two seconds to [i]cook off[/i] the grenade. Then she tossed it inside and flattened herself against the wall again. Waiting the additional two and a half seconds was enough to switch to the submachine gun. Both weapons were slung over her shoulder. Changing weapons was a simple act of pushing the assault rifle to the rear and grabbing the SMG forward. 

Following the explosion, she announced, “Going Left!” She raised the SMG so the extended buttstock was in the pocket of her shoulder, eyes peering over the sights of the weapon with a slight bend in the waist. She entered the room quickly, not hanging out in the [i]funnel of death[/i] otherwise known as the doorway. She did not see anyone upon her initial entry but moved off to the left corner. After turning in toward the room, someone entered from a far door, roughly ten meters away. Squeezing the trigger for a short burst, maybe 3 to 5 rounds, the newcomer crumpled to the floor. She made it to the far side of the room where that last casualty entered from and paused. 

She noticed two casualties in this room and recalled the ones laying about outside. All were carrying Soviet-era equipment. [i]‘If I had known the OPFOR were carrying these, I would have brought my Kalashnikov and Grach. That way I could use their ammunition.’[/i] The thought quickly passed through her mind and then it was gone. The Tavor uses 5.56x45mm or 7.62x51mm NATO ammunition and the Kalashnikov uses 7.62x39mm or 5.45x38 Soviet ammunition.

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