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“Contact.” Lieutenant Massey heard the whisper-scream come from somewhere down the line. “Contact. Contact.” Another voice repeated. He dove behind a nearby tree. There was a sharp whooshing sound. Scarcely a sound at all, followed by a gurgling scream and shouts for a medic.
Massey shrugged his waiting rifle off his shoulder, wrapped the sling taut around his knuckles, and pulled the buttstock to the pocket of his shoulder. His fingers tightening around the grip, and he took a calm deep breath. In the distance, he could hear the crack of small arms fire. The sound echoed off the trees. A sharp electric pop passed by his ear. He swore he could feel the heat of it as it passed. He took another deep breath and drove forward. His body only hung in the air moment, before his hip and knee, and elbows crashed hard into the dirt and stones below.
“Return fire!” the lieutenant roared.
As soon as Massey’s voice rang out the order, the forest rattled with the exchanging gunfire. His finger found the trigger on his rifle, and he felt the weapon kick as he sent a round downrange.