[ WP ] A small squad of soldiers gets the drop on a large enemy force .

`` Where's John?'' 
 
 `` He got hit! It's just you, me, and Tony.'' 
 
 `` Shit.'' 
 
 All of our boys were down and out. We started this fight well matched, or so we were led to believe. We hunkered down in our trench, trying to replan our strategy. Mike was a good man, and a strong warrior. He knelt beside me, momentarily peeking his head into the fire zone to keep an eye out for the advancing force. 
 
 `` Where's Tony located?'' 
 
 Mike grabbed the button on the side of his radio. 
 
 `` Tony, where's your location.'' 
 
 `` I see them.'' 
 
 `` What does he mean?'' I asked. 
 
 Mike, with a puzzled expression barely visible behind his mask, `` What do you mean you see them.'' 
 
 `` I'm ahead of the line. I see them, they really outnumber us.'' 
 
 `` Do they see you?'' 
 
 `` Not at all. I'm hiding down keeping an eye.'' 
 
 `` What are they doing?'' 
 
 `` Looks like they're planning.'' 
 
 `` Planning for what.'' 
 
 `` I ca n't really see. Too foggy.'' 
 
 We three were left. Tony was close, incredibly close. I had to think of a way to use this to our advantage. 
 
 `` Mike, I have a plan, but you're not going to like it.'' 
 
 `` What's that?'' 
 
 `` You and I draw their fire. We're good shots, we can take a couple of them down.'' I grabbed Mike's radio. `` Tony, you still got that grenade.'' 
 
 `` Yup.'' 
 
 `` We're going to pop up and draw their fire. When you see us, drop that grenade right in the middle of them all. Take them out.'' 
 
 `` You'll both be taken out!'' 
 
 `` No arguments.'' 
 
 I looked at Mike. I could tell he knew it had to be done. 
 
 `` Tony, you better lob that thing right. Mike and I might not make it, but we'll win this thing.'' 
 
 `` Are you sure.'' 
 
 `` Positive. Get ready, here we go.'' 
 
 Mike and I popped up from the trench, screaming like madmen. The enemy would think we were going for a Hail Mary. Shot streaked across the field, flying by us. Mike managed to peg an enemy square in the chest. They popped up like gophers, shooting wildly at us both uncovered. We drew their entire attention. 
 
 Then I felt it. The sting. I looked down and saw the blue goop on my chest. It was it for me. Then I heard it. The screams of frustration. The grenade went off without a hitch, and the remaining of the foes were out. 
 
 I looked to my left, and Mike was cheering, unscathed. We had done it. We won. We trained so hard for this moment, and it was finally here. The National Paintball Championship was ours.
