168 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 6 (1/2)
Echo slammed my face to the ground. He shot his ME at a person that was shooting at me. Many holes were made on the body of that person. Liquid pouring out from his body, whether it was abdominal content or blood. It was disgusting. I puked on my balaclava.
”Are you ok? Jeez, that's gross.” Echo helped me to stand up. He looked at the yellowish and black balaclava that I wore. It was stinky, but I couldn't hold it.
”This is combat, we don't have time to reminisce,” Echo said. He kicked the door where the kid came from and shot his grenade launcher in that room.
I continued walking to the edge of the house while aiming the MP7 at anyone in front of me. I saw a hand coming out from a room. I shot at that hand in precaution. The person let out a very manly scream and countered by shooting his weapon to me.
Bullets started flying in my direction and suddenly Echo appeared behind my shoulder and he fired his rifle. He shot the person right in the head. ”Ok, I'll clear the other room, are you ok?”
I just nodded and Echo moved to the edge of the house and cleared the other rooms. I couldn't do anything except for standing and looking at the professional doing all the works. I looked at the MP7. The magazine was empty, at least from the looks of it. I didn't have any idea to replace it nor have any idea on how to eject the magazine. I was sure that there was a bullet at least inside of that mag.
Suddenly, there was this pressure on my hand, as if someone had slammed my hand with a sledgehammer. I turned my body at saw that there was one man left and he was holding a rifle on his hands. I shot my MP7 and it only shot one bullet and it only landed on top of that person's hand. I didn't know what to do with that empty weapon, so I threw that MP7 at the person that was shooting at me.
Echo noticed the gunshot and he immediately ran to my direction. He noticed the person that was shooting at me and Echo shot him with his assault rifle. The person dropped dead on the ground and I was saved from imminent death.
Echo's face turned sour immediately. He was looking at my left arm. There was blood coming us from my left arm. It was the same arm where I felt the sledgehammer sensation that hit my hand. The bullet grazed my left hand, but it was more than enough to make me scream.
”Echo! Help!” I shouted at him.
”Relax, this wouldn't kill you,” Echo said calmly as he looked at my wound.
He opened his medical bag and grabbed a garment scissor. He cut the piece of clothing surrounding that wound with that scissor and observed it. ”Not bad, a bandage and antiseptic should do the trick.”
”Stitches? I hate needles,” I said.
”Too bad. In this line of work, the amount of needles that you will stab in your body is quite endless,” Echo said.
”What??” Echo bandaged my wound slowly. He covered the wound with a waterproof bandage so I could resume my daily activity as a student.
He grabbed a purple pen from his medical bag and asked me to show my neck. ”It will hurt a bit.” He opened the pen and revealed something. It was a needle.
I flinched a bit once I saw that needle, but Echo held me back and he slowly injected the needle inside my neck. The prick from the needle felt deep and painful and it became more painful as he injected the liquid inside of my bloodstream.
”Yaaaargggh.” Echo pulled the needle. ”What was that? And why do you have to use a needle?” I asked.
”Fast-acting morphine. It should take effect soon. In the meantime, just bear the pain ok,” Echo said.
”Fine,” I grumbled.
Echo walked to the dead body whom he shot to death. That dead body was holding a treasure. ”Oh boy, this should be a good weapon for you.” Echo grabbed the weapon that the person used to shot me.
It was a brown assault rifle that was equipped with a tube on the end of it. It was equipped with a box sight and a stick that was attached to the bottom of the barrel of that rifle.
”FM Mark 17, long barrel, suppressed, and equipped with holographic sight and a vertical foregrip,” Echo said as he looked at the rifle.