By: Justin Case
| Fog slipped from their mouths and formed a white translucent cloud in front of them. The day was slipping away, the sun was melting away behind the mountains. They had begun their night shift. Each step they took eminated a rythmic crunch. To Dylan, each noise was deafening. His nerves were running in overdrive. |
| A clump of snow was pushed off the ledge twenty feet above them like a pile of books off a library shelf. A rattling harsh metallic thunder seem to eat up all the air around Dylan. |
| Dylan's eyes were drawn quickly to the ledge. There a sneering man stood with murder in his eyes, the gun flashed, and he sent the bullets that hissed by Dylan and James. |
| James' training and experience took no time at all to kick in. Before Dylan could even think of anything beyond the flashing gun up on the ledge, James was pounding rounds. |
| The terrorist continued his relentless fire. He called something, Dylan knew the language, but he couldn't hear him. Finally he heard one word. Translated, it meant "...back...". Dylan's brain suddenly started working, "backup, he's calling for backup" |
| He realized the threat now and he hit his white snow bed with a mix of fear and confusion. This was all new to him. |
| James had long since hit the ground. He had been giving Dylan coverfire while Dylan just stood there looking blankly. He was very happy to see Dylan hit the ground at long last. |
| Two more heads appeared from behind two falling clumps of snow and unleashed all the hell they could give. Dylan wasn't looking up, his hand was clamped against the back of his head pushing his facing into the numbing powder. Although, he heard the new guns. He couldn't count them but he knew the backup had arrived and things could only get worse from here. |
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Another gun armed by a man by a ski mask came a blazing over the small horizon. There were
now bullets hitting every square inch of snow. Each time they hit, another white cloud would exploded out of the snowbed. Things weren't looking good. The only thing that had kept James and Dylan alive up to this point was the lack of training the men had, and very large amounts of pure luck. There was no way they could get out of here when they both needed cover to move an inch in either direction They were stuck. Nothing could be done but to keep themselves alive and hope that the helicopter would come back before the terrorist camp two miles away got here and butchered them. They knew it...nothing could be done.
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| Awesome work so far Justin! I really love the storyline and you've taken some really nice photos to top it all off. I can't wait to see part 2. It looks like this is going to be a very cool continuing photo story. Special thanks for sending it in and sharing it with all of us. -- GL |
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