Pyut had a cluster of claymores scattered in a radial vicinity up north, just as the road turns east. Me and Night Cat were frantically clearing up mobs around Kheez as he focuses his fire on the more lethal creeps; four legged and clad in thick bone armors.
"Night." Pyut ordered.
"Sir." Night Cat had his Black Arrow slung around his body and is now busy driving bullets into the skull of lesser monsters using both his handguns.
Pyut placed his fore and middle finger to his lips and rolled his eyes one side.
Night Cat stopped and took a whiff of the air. Nothing but the stench of rotten flesh and blood, burning barrels and the occasional fuel from down south. Then he sensed the wind turning north east, there it was. Faint but very distinct. He immediately disappeared from the group, leaving me to cover for Kheez.
"Kheez, regroup. I can't.."
"No. Kheez, you stay there." Pyut interrupted me. I immediately felt my command in my own team demeaned by an outsider. Sure he could pull rank over me, but I couldn't help but felt insulted. Pyut then turned to look at me and I could read his lips: trust me.
We continued to work according to plan. Pyut ran up north to lay some extra claymores on the ground, then called for us to retreat north and then east at the turn of the road. Kheez overlapped him and started towards me. The gigantic fatty tailed us, each of his step covered a thousand of ours. There were not many stray creeps left and we were already starting to gain control of the situation.
As fatty inches near the cluster of claymore, Pyut pulled out his grenade launcher and held it up about 30 degrees upwards to keep the target spot within his projectile range.
When fatty was dead in the middle of the claymores, Pyut launched the grenade and it set off a chain explosion that tore fatty into a million little shreds with parts and blood scattering across the road and walls. The deafening explosions were like an endless echo constantly regenerating itself after losing wavelength, over and over again. After a good minute the last claymore detonated and we could hear the sound traveling further and further away from our position.
"That's gonna attract the attention of the others." Pyut said, signaling us to return to the cross junction where our supplies were stashed.
"Others? How many exactly are there?" I asked, obviously a stupid question that left my mouth sooner than I can process. The fact that he knew exactly what to expect could only mean that he has done this more than once.
"Can't tell. 5. 10."
Kheez was behind me, further to the east, clearing up the left over human creeps. I turned to catch up with Pyut who was now headed back to the supplies, wanting to find out why he sent Night Cat away from the group and held Kheez so far from the rest of us. Then a loud bang broke the peace that previously came after fatty's death.
"Kheez." Pyut called.
"'sup?" he turned to face Pyut, a cigar in his mouth
"Thanks for being an obedient bait."
Kheez struck a confused glance at me the same time my eyes met his.
