Wolves and Sheep

Dozer quickly hopped to the left of the door, rifle at high ready. Once in position, he adjusted his rifle, leaning back a little as he did, for maximum stability, preparing for the opening salvo.

At Beatrice's nod, Dozer, left leg on the corner, swung his right leg over, and kicked the door open button. His rifle barely moving as his leg swung back down, Dozer let a stream of bullets fly...

Silver Star - Eigth Train Car from Rear

Though they had only been working together for less than 10 minutes, Dozer and Beatrice had seemingly worked up quite a rapport as the grizzled military veteran prepped to fire Beatrice wordlessly took up position opposite and indicated her readiness with a nod of the head. Rifle still held at the ready, Dozer mashed the button that would open the door, the chk chk chk chk of his suppressed weapon sounding in rapid repitition as he sent rubber streaking down range. Beatrice, staying low, darted forward as agent's bullets whizzed overhead. All four of the Russians jolted with the impact of multiple non-lethal rounds, falling back into the seats behind them with frustrated and angry grunts. One, going limp, bounced off the seats and
collapsed to the floor.

Recovering somewhat, the three remaining brought their pistols up in retaliation to pepper the door frame with bullets, the unflattering Russian phrases more accurate than their more deadly shots.

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"Oh fer…" Dozer grumped as only the far left guy fell down. Wanting to reduce the risk of hitting Beatrice as she took cover on the left, he shifted is aim, and strafed them from left to right.

Silver Star - Eighth Train Car from Rear

Cursing the Russians' resilience, Dozer opened fire again, sending rubber bullets sweeping across the train car. The thugs fell back, the click click of Dozer's empty weapon providing an accompanying rhythm to the beat of the thugs collapsing to the seats.

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Click, click?

Dozer tilted his rifle to look at the ammo window. Still had 9 rounds left. Pulling the magazine out, Dozer saw the round in the feed sitting crooked.

Failure to feed, terrific, Dozer rolled his eyes as he put it away.

"Huh, that worked well. Same thing next car?"

"In a second," he said as he pulled another fresh mag out, giving it a nice slap into the well.

Pulling back on the charging handle, keeping an eye on the ejection port to make sure the round fed properly, he walked over to cover on the opposite side of the isle to Beatrice.

"Knowing our luck, these guy's'll wake up right after we leave the car if we aren't careful," thumbing the bolt release with a click, he then pulled out another handful of zip ties, and held them out for her to grab.

Silver Star - Ninth Train Car from Rear

Having bound the unconscious gangsters and secured thier weapons, Dozer and Beatrice cautiously made their way down the aisle towards the next car with their weapons trained on the far door. Unlike before, no reinforcements came to the aide of their comrades and the only sounds were the dull, thud-thud thud-thud of the trains heavy steel wheels upon the track. Coming to the door that would take them to the next car they took positions to either side, and prepped to implement the plan that had worked so well just moments before. Peering in through the half plexiglass window there did not appear to be any Russians in the next car ...

Dozer raised a hand.

"Hang on," he said, voice hushed, "Getting IED flashbacks."

Stepping up to the door, he looked closer, trying to find signs of a booby trap...

Silver Star - Ninth Train Car from Rear

Images, sounds, scenarios of his time being deployed raced through Dozer's mind has he halted their forward progress. Shaking off the disturbing memories, he voiced his concern in hushed tones to Beatrice as he cautiously peered through the window. His experienced and discerning eyes swept the adjacent car's well lit interior, seeing nothing that triggered his honed soldiering instincts.

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Dozer shook his head.

"Sorry, my time in the sandbox has made me a little paranoid. It's clear."

He hit the door open button, and sweeped into the room.

Silver Star - Tenth Train Car from Rear

With weapons trained on the far door, Beatrice and Dozer cautiously stalked down the aisle of the empty car. The only sound to be heard was their feet upon the thin commercial carpet and the dull drone of the train upon the tracks and the occasional blare of the train horn. As before they took up positions to either side of the door, slowly peering through the window into the next car.

The next car was the 'lounge' or cafe car and they could see multiple gunman stationed behind booths, tables, dividers, and the food prep counter ...

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Dozer checked the time.

Five minutes.

"Damn," he grunted, before hitting the door open button.

"Stay behind me," he said, charging through the door, "and try to keep up."Dozer power jogged down the aisle, taking a potshot at one of the thugs hiding behind the snack bar counter. He stopped next to said counter, just beyond-next to a (no doubt surprised) thug taking cover behind a table just in front of the bar.

"'Sup?", he quipped at the thug, before leaning against the counter.

"So. Got anything good back there?" he said to the body beyond.

Silver Star - Cafe Car

Swearing as he looked at his watch and seeing the time becoming increasingly tighter, Dozer pushed the button and charged ahead. Though lying in wait, clearly the Russians had not expected such a brazen maneuver. Pacing down the aisle, rifle raised, Dozer shot a burst at one of the thugs taking cover behind the snack bar. The Russian let out a groan as he jerked from the impact of the bullets before disappearing completely with a loud thump. Another who had taken refuge in one of the booths eyes widened in surprise as the hulking FBI agent stopped beside him with a sarcastic greeting and nod of the head, the surprise turning to confusion and fear as Dozer proceeded to mock his fallen companion behind the bar.

Using the protection of Dozer and his tac gear, Beatrice followed the agent in, catching a very shocked Russian with a solid knee strike that sent him bouncing off the side of the train car and collapse face down on the table he had taken cover behind.

Still reeling from the imposing form of an FBI agent hovering above him, the Russian reared back, trying to bring the business end of his pistol to bear. There was a loud crack next to Dozer's ear as the bullet lodged itself into the sealing.

The loud report of a shotgun filled the train car's interior as a window blew out a booth back from Beatrice, that was followed by the crack of a pistol that elicited a sharp gasp of pain from the young 'woman' as a bullet ripped through the seats seemingly ample padding to nick her arm.

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And that's why I'm still wearing the headphones.

Dozer looked at at the thug who shot at him with a slightly annoyed look, Dozer's arm pushing against the thug's. The Russian had made the mistake of reaching his gun hand out, probably on reflex.

Shoving the Russian's arm aside, Dozer swung his rifle around.The thug barely knocked the rifle off target.

Elbowing away the thug's attempt to grab the rifle, Dozer leaned back, and fired a burst at the thug he could see further up the car.

Silver Star - Cafe Car

The Russian's eyes widened in a combination of surprise and fear as the business end of Dozer's rifle swung around, just managing to twist his head out of the way as the high speed rubber round punctured the seat cushion in a puff of cloth and foam.

Leaning back, swatting away the thug's attempts to alter his aim as he did, the FBI agent took at shoot at a second gunmen across the cafe car's busy interior. The three rounds peppered the seat cushion, followed by a fourth as Beatrice's added to the abuse suffered by the battered seat back.

With a somewhat satisfied smirk, the Russian goon raised from behind his pockmarked cover to take a shot at the woman who seemed so intent on ending his violent life. Fortunately for Beatrice, the snack bar ... and Dozer, afforded her with ample cover. Not so fortunate for the the rifle toting officer as the air rushed from his lungs, feeling as if he got punched in the side. The goon he was struggling with took the opportunity to squeeze off another round, that sailed harmlessly by as the blast of a shotgun echoed within the car's tight confines, showering the snack bar with shot.

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Dozer reflexively brought his right hand up to where he was shot. Pulling it away, he saw the smooshed bullet in his palm. He could feel the warmth through his glove...

Turning around, he brought his rifle up, dead center on the thug still flailing, and pulled the triggerAs the thug fell over, Dozer turned to the man that shot him, and gave a glare. Holding his right arm out, he let the smooshed bullet drop on the gasping body of the soon to be unconscious thug.

Still glaring, Dozer then quick-marched up to Russian who shot him, barely even glancing at the guy on the right...