Phone App: Portable Armory

Currently, they were on a 6 lane road in the industrial area of the town. It was very crowded due to the number of workers that came back from the factory. The journey was around 30 kilometers in total.

1-1: "I hope we can get along. The route to the prison is quite busy so we may have some traffic jams on the way. 1-1 out."

Delta/Patrick: "2-2 copy. Over and out. Requesting permission to move to a private channel."

1-1: "Copy that. Permission granted."

The convoy was rolling down the road. The armored truck in front of them had the turret unoccupied. The driver and the gunner were inside and safe and sound while Patrick and Lima were enjoying the soft breeze with the combination of diesel smoke from the RPV.

The streets were very full and the convoy wasn"t on a rush so the siren on top of the police convoy wasn"t turned on. The streets were full of blazing red lights and white lights from the car and motorbike that were pa.s.sing on the street. It was 5 pm at the moment, the skies were getting darker.

"So... Do they have the same age as us?" He asked Lima who was putting her hands on her rifle.

"Yes, actually, why? Is that going to be a problem?" She asked back.

"No, I don"t mean it that way," Patrick said.

"What do you do?" Lima asked.

"Let"s keep our anonymity to the max ok?" Patrick said to cover his ident.i.ty.

Alpha: "I"m bored. Can we talk about something?"

Lima: "Talk about what?"

Bravo: "I have an Idea. Let"s do truth or truth."

Delta/Patrick: "That"s a good idea Bravo. Ok, who"s going to ask first?"

Lima: "Me first. What"s your most interesting experience?"

Delta/Patrick: "Yesterday was probably the most interesting experience. Get shot and meet an unknown stranger that aimed her rifle at your head is definitely something interesting."

Bravo: "Hmm, my first-ever contract. Hunting down a s.e.x offender, definitely not the proudest one, but definitely something when I saw that b.a.s.t.a.r.d in his room. Do you know? I put two on his head."

Alpha: "My first contract was shutting down a trafficking ring. I kill all of the unarmed traffickers and free the girls. Let"s just say that I had the time of my life after that."

Lima: "Almost bringing an economic meltdown to this country was my most interesting experience due to I was the one who killed her."

Alpha: "Ok next is my question. Do you have a crush on someone?"

Delta/Patrick: "I have, she"s too beautiful and too cute. She was very quiet, but a d.a.m.n boy. She was just too arrgggh."

Bravo: "I have one. She was small cayenne pepper. She has a short temper, but when she is angry, she is super cute. I mean, her red face was something to behold."

Lima: "I have one. She always visits me in the afternoon. I just can"t help him that he doesn"t make any move."

Alpha: "The one I have is quite tricky. He always around with his perverted friend. He always p.i.s.ses me off too."

Their conversation had to come to an end after the convoy hit a traffic jam. It was unusual that the area had a traffic jam. There must be a car crash there or worse. It could be a traffic jam that was set up by a criminal network that wanted to free that prisoner. The patrol car that was leading the convoy turned on the siren on the roof of the car.

1-1: "2-2, this is 1-1. Could you check the road ahead? It will take some time for the car to move away from our convoy. If you find the source of the traffic jam, please remove it. 1-1 out."

With his instinct, Patrick searched for a gap between the vehicles and slipped through the gap with his dirt bike. But the gap was getting tighter due to the fact that the 6 lane road had turned into a 7 lane road.

"Go across the pedestrian walkway," Lima pointed out as she stood up in the motorbike and aimed her rifle forward and Patrick went for the pedestrian walkway. He rode the bike there while almost hitting a pedestrian, guess one thing that you could do with this outfit was you could be an a.s.shole.

"MOVE!" Lima shouted as she aimed the rifle at the pedestrian on the road.

They rode the motorbike until they arrived at the T junction where the traffic jam ended. There was a car crash there. A bus was cras.h.i.+ng into a car in the middle of the junction. That was the main reason why the traffic jam was so severe.

"Do you have any idea how we can handle this?" Lima asked Patrick.

"Hmm, well, we can manage the traffic so the convoy will make a pa.s.s sooner than expected," Patrick replied to Lima.

"You can manage traffic?" Lima scratched her head as Patrick went back to the busy road.

"Hey, I can"t do this alone. Could you close down the road from that direction while I close this?" Patrick asked her as he blocked the opposite lane of the convoy so n.o.body can move from that lane and Lima blocked the other road.

Slowly, the traffic where the convoy was located flowed slowly and eventually flowed and he could see the convoy siren from the distance. But something was weird. The turret of RPV was manned and the minigun was firing at a car behind.

1-1: "We"re coming in hard. 2-2, brace yourself."

Then the convoy got pa.s.sed through them. It was being attacked by something similar to a motorbike convoy with some criminals with piercings all around their faces. Luckily, none of them had any ballistic weaponry. But what did they do to the convoy that made Alphau0026Bravo so p.i.s.sed off that they decided to use the M134?

"OY, Let"s go!" Lima shouted from the motorbike as she was the one who rides them.

He sat down behind Lima and she rode that dirt bike like crazy. She tried to overtake any car between him and the attackers while dodging the attackers who were throwing her with knives and machetes and anything sharp.

"Could you shoot them?" Lima asked Patrick.

"I"m trying," he said as he aimed his AK at the truck that was throwing things in front of them.

He pulled the trigger and dumped the entire magazine at the truck. It manages to kill a person, but not disabling the truck.

"Semi-auto. Don"t waste your bullets. I can"t keep this bike stable enough," Lima said to him and he switched his AK firing mode.

He fired two bullets at the truck and it killed two of those guys who were throwing sharp objects at them. The barrage of sharp objects began to cease as the perpetrator got scared by the dead bodies of their comrades.

"Nice shot, Delta," she said as she overtook the truck that was throwing sharp stuff at them and threw a grenade to its window.

It blew the truck off and the pa.s.sengers got cooked. The next target was motorbike convoys that were following the RPV. They threw Molotov to the RPV but the minigun managed to blow the bottle in the air.

Bravo: "Hey, hey, hey, say h.e.l.lo to my little friend."

The barrel of the minigun started spinning and blasted the convoy with a barrage of 7.62x51mm NATO bullets. The motorbikes" pa.s.sengers fell to the ground one by one. Lima dodged all of the motorbikes and got closer to the convoy.

Delta/Patrick: "Coast is clear Gentlemen."

Alpha: "1-1, this is 2-1, hostiles have been eliminated."

1-1: "Thanks, couldn"t do a better job myself."

They finally arrived at the prison. The convoy entered that prison yard and the prisoner car was parked in the prison entrance. It was located outside of the prison itself. All of them got out of the vehicle and put their rifle in front of their bodies.

The police in their cruiser got out of their car and their leader said, "Thanks if it is not for you, I don"t know whether we will arrive safely or not."

One of his subordinates opened the prison car and it contained a boy. The car had more to it than a single boy, it also contained a lot of wooden containers. There was writing on it, "Weapon s.h.i.+pment."

"Oh, so that"s why a gang wants to attack this convoy. Never thought that good job, sir," Lima said to the commander.

The commander nodded and one of his subordinates brought a crate that had the writing, "Property of S.W.A.T."

"I guess this is the payment," he said as he opened the crate. It contained four pieces of MP5SD. Each and every one of them grabbed one of those weapons and they said, "Thank you, sir."

"You"re welcome," he said as the contractors got inside the RPV and they gave back the dirt bike to the police because it had the writing, "Police".

The RPV got out of the prison yard as Alpha was the one who was driving it. That small girl asked them all, "So Delta, welcome to the club."

"Thanks, Alpha," Patrick said.

They went back to their home after that. Though Delta/Patrick and Lima were dropped in the residential area at 20.00 O"clock. They walked along again.

She put her SCAR-H on her back and Patrick grabbed her shoulder like a friend. Of course, he wouldn"t try any perverted thought on her because she was wearing a very thick bulletproof vest and there wasn"t any point of doing that too.

"You know, the moon is beautiful tonight," Patrick said as he looked up towards the moon.

"Yes, the moon is beautiful tonight and the stars too," She said.

"Is it ok a boy and a girl like us walking in the middle of the night in a quiet residential area?" Patrick asked Lima.

"As if any criminal dares to approach us," Lima said as she pointed her hand at her rifle and his rifle.

He then held her hands and Lima grabbed his hands tighter too. He looked at her and said, "Your hands are so soft." Although both of them were wearing gloves, Patrick still could feel the warmth of a girl"s hand.

"Your hands are so big," Lima replied.

"Your voice is so soothing."

"Your voice is so manly," she said.

They looked at each other. Their eyes meet against one another"s. They realized something, "it"s getting late now. Please return my vest and my helmet."

Patrick took off her vest and her helmet and gave it to her. "Thanks for the company," she said.

"You too," Patrick said.

"Well, see you soon Delta," Lima said.

"See you soon to Lima," Patrick said before they headed for their own respective dark alleyway to change their loadout.

He then got a message from the dictator. He messaged him about something.

Shaddam: "Bro, have you notice what happened when you"re gone?"

Patrick: "Why? I don"t know."

Shaddam: "Bro, this is some next-level s.h.i.+t. Come to school early. You will see."

Patrick: "what?"