>>346168
I just realized that this post is out of order from the the first portion of the story. Starting from >>345815 , the story con't below.
>as the action wound down, I separated from the occupying forces and found a place to stay
>switching to local food again resulted in some discomfort and I embarked on an ill-advised stroll
>the sun had long set as I made my way back to the house I was staying at
>glancing down an alleyway, I noticed a gun girl slumped on the ground
>always a sucker for a pretty woman I wandered down the ally toward her
>not seeing a gun, I started to look for anything that might be buried
>the hood of a front sight peeked up through the dirt
>she jumped slightly and glared at me as I lightly tapped my toe against her sight
>sitting down beside her, she seethed at me as I reached into my jacket for my flask
>she demands to know what I'm doing sitting beside her
>will wonders never cease, she speaks perfect english
>reply that I'm having a drink in the shade
>"the sun set hours ago, you stupid american" she retorts as her nose twitches at my flask
>the fastest way to a russian gun girl's heart is a bit of alcohol
>true to form, I pass my drink over and it's quickly snatched away
>after her drink, she's a little more relaxed
>ask her how long she's been here
>she's not sure, it's been a long time though
>her past owner, a Kurd, had a fit of fear and buried her here but was killed shortly after
>it would have been far better to have been killed fighting with honour, than die like a dog
>she passes the flask back and I pull one
>her taste is still on the rim and it gives me flashbacks to summer thunderstorms
>ask her how she got to speak english
>she laughs, the kurd was educated in the UK and loved his asian cartoons
>told her a bit about myself as the flask passed back and forth
>the conversation pauses as we listen to gun fire in the distance
>"a 74… huh" she mumbles to no one.
>ask her if she knows why everyone in this shit hole can't shoot
>she starts choking on her drink trying to laugh again
>"that was us!" she replies excitedly in between coughs
>"the savages are too easy! we started it as a joke and somehow they took it to be the right way."
>"how'd you convince them to do it?"
>"dreams of course, they thought they were visions"
>people are running past the alley, some are armed and very much not US forces
>another gun girl follows a local carrying an RPD
>she glances at the ak beside me before moving on
>"american, I'd suggest you dig me up if you want to live"
>off my ass and onto my knees, I'm clawing at the dust
>the gun pulls free of the ground, magazine still in
>"magazine out, dump the dirt out! barrel at the ground, and cycle the bolt!" she orders
>dust flies out in a cloud as I rack the bolt
>"magazine in and load!"
>she's already pulling me deeper into the shadows as gun fire erupts in the street
>the RPD has already started with long strings of fire
>"what the fuck is going on?" I hiss at the ak "this isn't US forces!"
>"of course not, the rats are killing each other" as she slaps a hand over my mouth
>I can feel her vibrating and her breath is heavy on my neck
>it's not fear, she's excited.
>as the roar of weapons reaches a crescendo, a man stumbles into the ally
>he's silhouetted against the street lights, pistol in hand
>he starts stumbling down the alley when he spots me
>with a cry he raises the pistol and a sharp click passes between us
>the ak is already lifting the gun into my shoulder as the man tries to clear the misfire
>a single crack from the gun in my hands and the man falls to the ground
>the ak waltzes over to his slumped figure and kicks him over, a dark pool around his feet
>"I was going to congratulate you on a kill, but he was already dead, he just hadn't died yet"
>the adrenaline was starting to come along with a flood of thoughts
>the ak is staring at me "oh poor boy, that was your first human?"
>I nod, this is not my first time seeing death, and not my first kill, but I just removed a human
>"you need to go now, I can hear helicopters."
>I'm talking but no words are coming out
>"take me with you, he might not be the only one tonight"
>I drop the magazine in a pocket and the gun under my jacket
>the barrel is sticking out but in the chaos, no one will notice or care
>down the alley away from the trickles of gun fire and out onto the street