Chadwick tightened his grip on the M40. “I agree whole heartily.” The wind was dirty, harsh even. Nothing special to the two. But it still gave them an unsettling chill down their backs. Chadwick lifted his eyes to the sun, something he always did, unconsciously checking the time. “I’ll say a quarter to five give or take. We should have another five minutes.” He grunted.
It was hot. Not hot enough to pull off a layer of clothing. Yet, just enough to stare out in to the distance swearing you’ve seen a puddle of water. Lara was used to it though. Not only did she grow up in the center of Mexico City, but she also traveled the entirety of the Gobi Desert for seven years.
Chadwick on the other hand had some adjusting to do. He stayed hidden in Russia much longer than he’d bargained. The cold was just another element to get used to.
“Fuck,” Lara peeked over her shoulder. “More like thirty seconds.”
Chadwick shot her a look. “I only have three bullets left.”
“Make it count then,” she laughed. Before he could reply, shit went down, and Lara adjusted herself in position. Her knees dug in to the dirt while her chin rested on the hold. “It’s best if you stay behind me,” she cried.
“Here,” he pressed his own gun to her thigh. “I’ll go on foot.”
“You fucking kidding me? You’ll get shot.” Chadwick lifted his shirt for her to see a soaked wound.
“Done that.” He smiled. “I need to get back.”
“There just going to take you right to the next check point.” She hummed. Chadwick shrugged.
“The medics are there. That’s all I need. Get out of here when you have a window.” Lara laughed loudly.
“Your right. They don’t want their number one sniper dying on them.”
“Number two,” Chadwick tossed over his shoulder.