Lay in Wait

As the war rages on throughout the valley, there is a little, obscure hut with billowing smoke, off to the side by a little freshwater stream. The Russian recon advances to his objective. He has travelled many miles to get to this point. He is poised. With steady hands, the scout sniper readies his plastic explosive. His time has come.

He sprints the last stretch, resembling a cheetah having acquired it's prey. Through the thick, white smoke he plows, eventually setting sights on the crate. Pressing his C4 onto its surface, and equipping the remote detonator, he is satisfied; his squad is gone, he is alone.. But, he will succeed. ...Or so he thinks.

Magicpotato and I, TheTopMostDog, come pouncing unto the unsuspecting specialist, knifes gleaming in the dim, smoke smothered light. Our mission is simple; as a last line of defense, we are to stop short the actions of all those who oppose us. With a swift swipe, the remote detonator falls to the floor. He has failed. His squad died in vain. His time has been wasted. How could he have known it would end like this?

I salvage what I can from the corpse. "More dope!" I proclaim.
I look over to see Magicpotato's already outstretched hand, "Well, what are you waiting for? This smoke will clear if we don't keep this up." is his response.
"Oh, ho! We can't have that, now can we?" I roll us both another.

I close the door and mend a broken window with the plastic explosive before joining Magicpotato at the chairs in the corner of the room. "Now, this is the way war is meant to be played" we agree as we sit and continue to play our hand of cards. Faintly, we lay in wait for our next unfortunate victim of war.