"Theyve got an RPG. Get the rocket over here. Did you see that? I dont see it. Look, man. The guy squatting down. The third guy. Everybody stay down. Lets use the rocket. Fuck, yeah man. Use it. Use it. Wait a second. Ive got to call this in..."
fiction by michael harold
John. Can you see it? Where? Over there. See? Between those two buildings. See that window? Look. Just below there. Those two guys. Where? There. Right there. Oh, shit. Yeah, man. I see them. Fuck. Theyve got an RPG. Get the rocket over here. Did you see that? I dont see it. Look, man. The guy squatting down. The third guy. Everybody stay down. Lets use the rocket. Fuck, yeah man. Use it. Use it. Wait a second. Ive got to call this in. Go, ahead, Rochelle. Everybody get down. Rochelle, are you ok to do it? Yeah. Im ok. Go ahead, Rochelle. I dunno, man. Rochelle, just fucking do it. No, man. I need an order. Ben, give him the order. Hello, weve got an RPG here, three, maybe four combatants, no civilians we can see. Yes. Were dismounted. Just as exposed as they are. On our bellies in a ditch. I dont know if theyve seen us. Maybe. Yes. Ok. Out. Whatd they say? Yeah, they said yeah. Rochelle, go do it man. Ben? Yeah, Rochelle. Do it. Move your ass up there, Rochelle. I never killed anybody. Rochelle, you have to do it. Well cover you. Cmon, Rochelle. Theyre going to drop a grenade on our ass any second. Ok. Ok. Where are they? Ill show you. Look right there. See it? Yeah, I see it. Go ahead. Ok. What? What? It didnt fire. What? The rocket. It didnt fire. John? Come here. Over here. Yeah, bring it over here. Let me see it. Were ok. Look. Here. Its ok. Go do it. Have you got it? Yeah. Almost. Give me a second. WHOOSH. SSSHHH. BANG. Woah. Fuck. Man, you did it. Are they gone? John? Yeah. I can see. Yeah. Theyre gone. Yeah, man. Let me see. Oh, hell yeah. Man. We did it. Hello? Yes. Our location is secure. Three that we could see. Out. Man. Did you see that? Baby boy dropped the hammer on their asses. Right on the belly button. Rochelle, youre an artist. Theres nothing left. Theyre dead. Wow. Hey, Rochelle. Are you all right? Hey. Yeah, are you ok? Yeah. Yeah, Im ok.