TMA Sniper Hide

HardCore Airsoft

DAY 2
Rising the next morning, we were fed and watered early, before packing all of our team�s kit. Sitting in the morning Sun, we prepared ourselves for the days challenges. Relaxing, with a cigarette, T.M.A. pondered what the day would hold. No matter what, we would strive for victory.
I was lucky, while with my comrades, I felt safe. Knowing that if someone was watching my back, I would not be left with my ass blowing in the wind. Very few teams can say they are not carrying a player, but in ours, we were all equal in guile and skill. Each a match for any other and therefore able to learn from one another. Team spirit was as strong as a rock. The only thing lacking was G-Man. Sorely missed, we hoped he would join us later today.

All this had to be done in 1 hour and he specified that we needed to get all of our webbing and bergens there as well. He stated that any shot to webbing would count while shots to bergens would not. Each of us had 10 lives to last the entire 2 day event. He also hinted that the opposition (R.F.G.) would have unlimited lives this game. My mind raced, surely this was impossible!
We followed Napoleon closely as he requested and walked about a klick to the Bull Field. we crossed the gate and headed towards the other side. As we neared the centre of this large open expanse, he said that the marked fence was at the top of this field and that we were about to start the game. Instantly we knew the game would be up-hill all the way with full kit. Oh, great! Looking at my 2 team mates I knew we would give this our best shot.
�GO!� shouted Napoleon. We all instantly rang 15m spreading out and hit the deck. A simple tactic of all round defence. �What do you reckon?� I asked, as I studied the top end of the field, through my scope. I couldn�t see any movement, as expected. As this part of the field has large trees and holly bushes scattered everywhere, it would be easy for them to lay in ambush. They could also be waiting in the dense pine treeline on the other side of the fence. I could not see all of the fence and had not located the �marked� area.
�Let�s just go for it.� was PapaBear�s reply.
�Sounds good.� confirmed Wraith.
�The clock is ticking.� added Napoleon as he departed.
Using Fire and Manoeuvre tactics, we quickly bounded up hill. Stealth was not an option as we presumed the R.F.G. were already watching us. As there was no cover, we used a combination of sprinting and laying prone to cover. The idea being that opponents cannot react in time to such rapid movement, in order to manoeuvre for a superior position. As I bounded towards the nearest hard cover (a large tree), we encountered our first opponent. It was Ginger Dave, a good player and he was using an electric FAMAS (non-hop) that he had bought second hand only yesterday. Laying prone, near a tree parallel to me, he let rip from 50m, firing a full mag. My little legs pumped and even with the weight of my bergen, I made it to cover and hit the dirt. Dave now empty, retired back into cover, towards the fence. My companions pushed up to my position. We all knew that we had to locate our adversaries before trying to cross the fence. Spreading out we probed forward wary of ambush points and the treeline, now within range.

Napoleon explained the first game; We had to follow him to a pre-set point and then he would indicate the start of the game. He also said that we would need to cross a fence at a marked point and rendezvous again with Napoleon at a specific junction of two paths.

I pushed up on the left flank and received fire from a couple of large trees, one uphill and one to my right. Again seeking cover behind a substantial tree, I decided that the open area to my front was a �tag zone� and would prove impossible to cross even with support. Listening for my comrades, I could here a firefight over towards the right. This continued for a minute before I decided that I needed to support the rest of the team. I backed off and flanked quickly right, not giving my opponents chance to follow me. Crossing the large bog, I used the reed beds as cover. Spotting Wraith, I dropped into a position behind him and Papabear. They had also sought heavy cover and Papabear had removed his bergen. Using his MP5 in one hand and the bergen in the other, he parried incoming shots like a shield. �Good Idea!� I thought, as I removed my rucksack.
Pushing forwards we neared the fence line and had engaged at least 8 players; Dave, Lurch, Alan, Simpson, Roper, Drew, Skelly and Bush . Needing a reload, we sat back for a couple of minutes. We saw the marked fence, on the crest of a rise. Several of the R.F.G. held this ridge. We had managed to shoot a couple of them, but this did not make a difference. They had unlimited lives, so simply backed off before returning again. Realising the need for aggressive action, we moved across and up hill towards the marked fence, closing to 30 meters. Laying down an impressive rate of accurate shots, we advanced. One by one the R.F.G. were shot out, while now and again, pellets ricocheted off our bergans. Until only Drew remained. He was shooting over the crest only 5 meters from the marked fence. Yet, whenever we fired, he simply looked down and therefore his oriental hat covered his shoulders. Again and again he shouted �HEAD HIT!� Papabear�s electric ran dry. We could not push to the ridge until Papabear reloaded. Finding ourselves practically in the open, we made for the only cover available without losing the ground we had just gained; the fence line itself, here and there a bush would offer cover. But we felt exposed to our right, where players could still be waiting in the dense pine. Drew remained, solid as a rock.