[center][h1][color=8dc73f]Charles “Chuck” Simmons - Callsign: Boomer[/color][/h1][/center] [u][i][b][center][h1]Punching a hole[/h1][/center][/b][/i][/u] [center][h1]Souk Semmarine, Marrakesh, Morocco[/h1][/center] [center][h2]1355 Local Time[/h2][/center] [hr] The Souk had dissolved into chaos once the fighting started. The innocent people around them were fleeing and had already moved away from the garden. The chaos rolled out away from the garden as an undulating mass of people swept those before them as they tried to move away from the fighting. It was like watching a tide of people sweep everything in the path before them. Artemis’ assets that were located outside the garden were struggling to make it any closer, fighting to get through the panicked crowd of people fleeing in the opposite direction. Chuck relaxed as the chance for collateral damage fell. He would have to remember to buy Nord a beer later as a thank you. His plan had worked to flush the innocent people away from the garden and had caused an impediment to Artemis’ forces trying to converge on the garden. Chuck was smiling and having a great time by the time the two MRAP’s had exploded. He was just getting warmed up. He began to laugh as he holstered Lucille. He grabbed a solider in an exo ripping his gun out of his hands even as he fired it point blank into Chuck’s chest armor. He grinned as he yanked on the guy's ankles and began to swing him in a large circle knocking down the guards running to engage him. He built up a good momentum and then let the guy fly towards another group that was heading towards him. Chuck laughed as the man in the exo landed sideways knocking the whole group over like bowling pins. [color=8dc73f]“Bowling for Bozos! Strike! I win!” [/color] The heavies had become the center of attention for guards on the ground inside the garden. There were guards converging on the trio from almost every direction. Chuck spotted what looked like an officer in an exo directing a larger contingent of soldiers from deeper inside the garden. The trio had punched through the barricade at the gate and had managed to move deeper into the garden about 50 feet. Chuck grinned and began to charge towards the exo clad officer. Duke stretched out into a run next to him. Chuck took off running like a linebacker to intercept a quarterback down field. Chuck zigged and zagged to make hitting him more difficult as he closed the distance between them. Chuck could hear the hail of bullets pinging off his armor. He felt the wash of debris wash over his left side as a grenade went off a few yards to his left. Chuck’s eyes narrowed as he refocused on his target and picked up speed. This shit was personal now. That grenade might have hit his dog. The man in the exo had managed to get his squad all turned to face Chuck and they were bravely firing at him standing their ground. Chuck had to look like a locomotive of mass destruction heading towards the man and his squad. The man in the exo was the one who had launched a grenade at him. As Chuck showed no signs of stopping or even slowing down, the men in his squad began to run away as he got within a few yards. Chuck hit the man in the Exo head on as he ducked a shoulder to launch the man high into the air using his momentum and strength to flip the man. The two came together with a loud crunch of explosive sound as the man in the exo caught some serious air and flipped three times before landing with a loud crunch. Chuck felt satisfaction flicker through him at the sound. The man didn’t move again. He pulled out his carbine and swapped to lethal rounds now that he was no longer worried about hitting innocent people. He slapped it home and began to fire at the fleeing squad of soldiers that had just been targeting him. [color=8dc73f]“How do you like it?”[/color] He growled a little as he quickly eliminated them. Chuck had gotten a little sidetracked and took a moment to reassess what was happening on the field of battle. The heavies were well inside the perimeter now. They had pushed in at the entrance and had spread out in an arc around the entrance on the inside of the wall. There were still guards moving towards them from the residence side of the compound. Chuck had eliminated the guards near him along the left side of the entrance inside the wall. Chuck listened as Adam came over the comms with an update and orders. [color=fff200]"All stations, this is Wilk, VIP secure. Team, we need to leave. Nord, Boomer, Scion, you need to push on, get through the house and head through the garden. I need EOD on on Viper and Chaos's position in the garden, ASAP. We need thermal charges to deal with the chemical tanks they've found."[/color] Chuck blinked as he thought about what that meant. He needed to get to that tent and check out what he needed. If they found chemicals it meant some kind of bio weapon or chemical weapon. After recent events, Chuck just knew it had something to do with the situation they had faced with Skye. He whistled for Duke who returned to his side. He looked at the opposition between him and where he needed to go. All the troops moving towards the heavies were between him and where he needed to be. He cursed to himself [color=8dc73f]“Well shit, this mission just gets better. No plan survives contact with the enemy. Time to improvise.”[/color] He keyed his comms before replying [color=8dc73f]“Boomer acknowledges moving towards target.”[/color] Chuck began to charge, planning to punch through the guard line moving towards him. He began to move deeper into the compound. He had his carbine on semiautomatic and was carefully picking targets. He went for efficiency and precision over spraying bullets. He began to target heads and moved from one target to another as he walked in a bent knee smooth gait for shooting as he moved. His training and experience on full display even as he made it look graceful in heavy armor. The soldiers he hit didn’t get back up again. They were dropping and tripping the soldiers behind them. He just kept walking his gun down the line. He paused and reloaded in a flash as he continued to push towards the heavy line confronting him.