The whole group took a truck out to the CACTF, and we were dropped at a building where we took fire immediately out of the truck. Two of us got hit, but our new medic was able to revive us. Once we entered the building as relievers, the old squad rotated out, and the five of us were there again. The three that had opted not to nap earlier were in bad shape now. One had been tasked with watching the back door and fell asleep. Another had been tasked with watching the front door with me.
The one watching the back door, and the other still standing center fell asleep shortly after we showed up in there. Also, as it turns out, when I’m “ready to go,” that may not mean that I’m ready to go for long. My squad mate and I that had been watching the front door were getting tired, and having those conversations that only make sense to the exceptionally tired:
Gucci: I feel like I’m wasting my life.
Me: Well, what do you want to do?
Gucci: I want to go out and shoot at some people. Maybe get killed, shoot some more people.
Me: No, bro. What do you want to do with your life?
Gucci: Oh, I don’t know.
Me: You need to stand up and get your blood flowing, you’re making no sense.
About 5 minutes after we stood up, we’re looking out the front door, and seeing only Bravos, we felt good about the direction the game was going. Our attention is quickly taken away from the front door with a loud boom followed by one of our mates yelling “HIT! HIT! HIT!” By the time I had turned around, the room was full of Alphas, and everyone had been hit except for the two of us at the front door. I popped off a few shots and may have even hit someone. Then I got shot approximately 482,694 by the four guys standing in front of me – I may be exaggerating. Gucci was able to take out three of the four before getting shot, and the fourth was taken out at what appeared to be the same time as he was.
We stood around shooting the breeze with the Alphas for a little while. With everyone being out, we had no option but to hang out until bleed out had all of us, so why be anything but pleasant. One of the Alphas was one of the vendors that I had met on Friday, and he was just as cool on the field as he was at his table.
Once we got REDCONNED back to the staging area, we didn’t take long to head back out with another small group. We were dropped at the building next to the church. Apparently, Alphas had taken it back since the last time we were there, more than 12 hours before.
The new building that we were occupying had two floors, and each floor was also separated between left and right. The side facing the church had all but three of the team members in it. We were able to fill all of the windows and sniper holes filled with shooters, and we were patiently waiting for a window to open in the church so we could open fire. But a window never opened. The other squad leader decided to throw smoke, to see if they would try to fire into it, but still no movement.
At this point, we decided to move on the church. We walked in a tight single file, as though to clear a building, with myself and the other available medic pulling up the rear. As other players were filing in, they were getting immediately shot. We would send them in again, only to get shot again.
As it turned out, there were only two Alphas in the church. Both of them were shooting from an elevated position, and they were able to cover the two entrances as people entered. As I was at the end of the line, I’m not entirely certain how they were able to take the Alphas out, but I know that we took the church, once again.
To be continued…