"HELL YES!!!!" Tim shouted startling jax and oliver. "Yes, yes ,YES!!" yelled Tim. Tim adjusted the radio "PRIVATE, PLEASE TELL ME THAT GREEN FLAIR IS YOUR TEAM!" Tim yelled into the mic.
"No that part was true. The team I'm trying to GET A FUCKING RESPONSE FROM!! Is private, Rachel Donalds team. They specialize in guerilla tactics and explosive."
Wait a second...one of the teams let out a flare... But they're not responding. This isn't right."SHIT! Stop the fucking car!" He gets his weapons and gets ready to hop out
Jax got out of the car and drew his .22 GP100. He flipped out the cylinder and made sure all 10 chambers were loaded. These were his last rounds for his revolver. He shook his head, spun the cylinder and flipped it back into place with a flick of his wrist. He glanced around and pulled the hammer back.
"I can't make it out,its to far away" Tim grabs the radio mic and holds it too his ear and fires off a 3 signal com burst. To try to identify if their friendly.
Oliver braced himself. "Guys, if I don't get out of this, tell my cousin what happened. Her name's Jill Cottingham. She's in the DC safe zone." He aimed at the space in front of him. I'm not going down without a fight!
Jax holstered his revolver and unslung his rifle. He looked through the scope and saw over 3 dozen shapes moving in the weeds. They were too graceful to be geeks.