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Bubbin' Dub / Bad Company (Ilija Rudman Radio Edit)

                The attack order comes through the comms and we brace ourselves for a suicidal charge across open ground. The target is on the second floor of the third northernmost house on the west side of the street.  There is a whole block between us and the target, and god knows how many soviets. Intel says they've got a spotter for an artillery battery accompanied by a deployment of forward recon. It's our job to take them out so Ace Company can secure their objective without fear of bombardment.

                So we charge, heads low, eyes up, down the street. I feel the subtle drumming of a sub-machine gun in the pit of my stomach and duck behind a car for cover.  The rumbling thump of Big Guy's 40mm grenade launcher is followed, seconds later, by the thunderous cacophony of falling brick and wounded men.  This is our chance. We get the signal from Justice to move up and we don't waste any time. Suddenly, I become aware of an RPG as it glides past my feet and crunches into the desert road behind me in slow motion. The force of the blast sends me and my rifle flying.

                My eyes are open, my heart is racing. I'm alive. The world flares into view and Justice is standing over me, paddles in hand; where would we be without medics? His stoicism is contagious and I soon find myself running. I can hear a voice yelling, "Get some! Get some!" between bursts of SMG fire. A sobering moment later I recognize the voice as my own.

                 M4tt and I take the rear of the three story adobe house while Big Guy and Justice approach the front. M4tt deftly picks the lock on the back door and signals me to be ready to move. A minute later we hear the front door being busted down by the Big Guys breaching rifle. Immediately we slip in the back, as silent as can be. Avoiding the squad come to defend the front door, we stealthily make our way up the stairs and split off to set C4 charges on the supports.

                The familiar rattle of Justice's light machine gun is welcome ambience while I find place the C4 on a support wall, flick the little red switch to arm it and move on to the next spot.  M4tt and I regroup at a glassless window and rappel down to the ground. Moving through the back street, behind the houses we give Justice the all clear. It's always jarring to hear his gun cease its rhythmic thrumming. It's so much more accurate when sustaining fire that bursting is hardly worth it.

                We hear back from Justice: Big Guy and him are clear. M4tt flicks up the safety cap on the remote detonator, and we duck behind a wall before he flips the switch. The sound that follows the flick of that switch can only be described as a whampf. It is a sound so deep and loud that it pushes you backward, away from its epicenter. I don't actually hear the remains of the house come crashing to the earth, but the cloud of desert dust reaches for some distance.