Hatch slammed into the first fighter, driving the bayonet up under his ribcage. He ripped it free and swung the stock of his rifle into the face of the next. The man went down in a spray of blood and teeth.
To his right, Specialist Delgado was screaming into his radio, “Outlaw Actual, this is Outlaw 2-1! We are in the shit! Taking effective fire from north, east, and west! Request immediate danger close!” Heavy Fire Afghanistan
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT.
The heavy barrel chugged to life. Brrrrrp. A three-round burst. Then another. He walked the fire onto a second-story window where he’d seen a muzzle flash. Mud chips exploded inward. Hatch slammed into the first fighter, driving the