Kapitel 319: 290. The Siege of Gunner Plaza PT.3

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Sico took a deep breath, steeling himself for the battles yet to come. "Let's finish this," he muttered, his resolve as strong as ever. The fate of the Commonwealth rested on their shoulders, and he was determined to see it through to the end.

The Minutemen, having secured the entrance hall of Gunner Plaza, wasted no time pressing deeper into the building. The sound of boots echoing off concrete floors filled the air as Sico led his troops through narrow corridors and up stairwells, their weapons at the ready. The Gunners had fallen back, retreating to fortified positions deeper within the complex, but they weren't finished yet—not by a long shot.

The battle for control of Gunner Plaza had entered a new phase: brutal, close-quarters combat where every room and hallway became a potential death trap. The Minutemen advanced cautiously, their senses heightened, aware that any corner they turned could reveal another ambush.

The first sign of trouble came as they approached a wide hallway leading to a set of reinforced double doors. The Minutemen moved cautiously, their rifles trained on the doors, when suddenly, the doors burst open, and a hail of bullets erupted from within. A squad of Gunners, hidden behind hastily constructed barricades, unleashed a fierce counterattack. The hallway instantly transformed into a killing field, with bullets ricocheting off walls and concrete dust filling the air.

"Get to cover!" Sico shouted, diving behind a support pillar as the Minutemen scrambled for protection. The Gunners had chosen their position well; the narrow hallway funneled the Minutemen into a deadly crossfire.

"Grenades!" Sico called out, signaling to Jenny and a few other Minutemen who still had explosives. "We need to flush them out!"

Jenny, bloodied but unbowed from the earlier fight, pulled a pin from a grenade and lobbed it over the barricade. Several other Minutemen followed suit, their grenades sailing through the air. The resulting explosions rocked the hallway, the shockwaves disorienting the Gunners and giving the Minutemen the opening they needed.

Sico took advantage of the chaos, leading the charge as the Minutemen poured into the hallway, their rifles blazing. The Gunners, reeling from the explosions, fought back with everything they had, but the Minutemen were relentless. In a matter of minutes, the barricade was overrun, the Gunners either killed or forced to retreat further into the building.

But the fight was far from over. As the Minutemen pushed deeper into the building, they encountered fierce resistance at every turn. The Gunners had transformed Gunner Plaza into a fortress, with each room and corridor fortified to the teeth. Machine gun nests, booby traps, and barricades greeted the Minutemen at every step, turning the assault into a bloody slog.

Sico led from the front, his rifle never silent as he cleared room after room. He moved with deadly precision, every shot finding its mark. But the Gunners were fanatical in their defense, launching counterattacks whenever the Minutemen gained ground. Small squads of Gunners would suddenly appear from hidden passageways, ambushing the Minutemen with brutal efficiency before melting back into the maze of rooms.

At one point, the Minutemen found themselves pinned down in a large office space, the Gunners having fortified the area with overturned desks and steel filing cabinets. The sound of gunfire was deafening as the two sides exchanged fire across the room, neither willing to give an inch.

"Take them out!" Sico shouted, ducking behind a desk as bullets whizzed overhead. He spotted a Gunner trying to flank their position and quickly dispatched him with a burst of fire. "We need to clear this room and keep moving!"

The Minutemen, spurred on by Sico's determination, pressed the attack. A squad led by Preston flanked the Gunners, catching them in a deadly crossfire. Within minutes, the office space was theirs, the last of the Gunners either dead or retreating.

As they moved into another corridor, a sudden explosion rocked the building, the blast knocking several Minutemen off their feet. A Gunner with a rocket launcher had ambushed them, taking advantage of the confined space to unleash devastating firepower.

"Rocket launcher! Take him out!" Sico shouted, pointing towards the smoke-filled corridor.

Preston quickly took aim with his rifle and fired, the bullet catching the Gunner in the chest and sending him crashing to the ground. But the damage was done—several Minutemen lay wounded, and the hallway was choked with debris.

"We're running out of time," Sico muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. The Minutemen were making progress, but it was slow and costly. The Gunners were making them pay for every inch of ground they gained.

Suddenly, the radio on Sico's belt crackled to life. "General! We've got Gunners coming at us from behind! They're trying to cut us off!"

It was Robert, his voice tense. The Gunners, desperate to reclaim their stronghold, had launched a counterattack, sending a detachment to flank the Minutemen and trap them inside the building.

"Hold the rear!" Sico ordered, his mind racing. They couldn't afford to be pinned down, not now.

The sounds of gunfire echoed from behind as Robert and his Commandos engaged the Gunners, their Power Armor turning them into immovable bulwarks. But the Gunners were throwing everything they had into the fight, trying to break through the Minutemen's lines and push them back.

Sico knew they needed to press forward. If they could take the central command room—the heart of Gunner operations in the plaza—they could cut off the head of the snake and end the battle.

"Everyone, push forward!" Sico ordered, his voice cutting through the din of battle. "We need to take the command center, now!"

The Minutemen surged ahead, fighting with renewed determination. They fought their way through more Gunners, blasting through barricades and dodging traps. The building shook as the battle raged on, the walls echoing with the sounds of gunfire and explosions.

The battle for Gunner Plaza was reaching its most critical phase, with the Minutemen pushing forward against the entrenched Gunners inside the building. The air was thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder, and the sounds of battle reverberated through the concrete structure. Sico, leading from the front, could feel the weight of every decision pressing down on him as he guided his troops through the deadly maze.

As the Minutemen continued their assault, a crackle came through Sico's radio, breaking through the din of combat.

"General, this is Sarah!" Her voice was urgent, laced with the tension of imminent danger. "We've got a situation outside. A large group of Gunners is approaching from the south! They're trying to pin us down from two sides! They must have heard the fighting and are moving in to cut us off."

Sico's mind raced as he processed the information. A pincer attack from both outside and within would spell disaster for his forces. They were already heavily engaged inside the building, and the Gunners outside would split their focus and resources, potentially trapping them in a deadly crossfire.

He had to act quickly. "Preston, you and your squad are needed outside. Take Jenny's group with you and support Sarah. She's got Gunners closing in, and if they link up with the ones inside, we're finished."

Preston nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He turned to Jenny, who was busy reloading her rifle, her face set with grim determination. "Jenny, we're heading out. Grab your team and follow me!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Jenny and Preston rallied their groups, moving swiftly back through the corridors and down the stairwells they had fought so hard to clear. The sound of gunfire faded behind them as they rushed to meet the new threat outside.

Meanwhile, Sico stayed behind with Robert, MacCready, and the remaining Minutemen, holding their position in the central part of the building. The situation was dire—if the Gunners inside the plaza mounted a strong counterattack while their forces were divided, the Minutemen could be overwhelmed.

"MacCready, Robert," Sico barked, his voice cutting through the chaos, "we need to fortify our position here. We're holding the line until Preston and Jenny can deal with the Gunners outside. If those bastards try anything, we need to be ready."

Robert, clad in his hulking Power Armor, nodded resolutely. "We're not going anywhere, General. Let them come—we'll be ready."

MacCready, ever the sharpshooter, took up a position with a clear line of sight down the corridor, his rifle at the ready. "I'll cover our flank. They won't get past me."

Sico's mind was racing, calculating every possible move the Gunners could make. The command room was still within reach, but any push forward would have to wait until they knew the situation outside was under control. They couldn't afford to be attacked from both sides.

Outside, the scene was just as chaotic. Sarah, leading her forces near the southern perimeter, could see the Gunners approaching—a heavily armed patrol that had likely been drawn in by the sounds of battle. They moved with purpose, clearly intending to reinforce their comrades inside the plaza and turn the tide of the battle.

Preston and Jenny's squads burst out of the building, joining Sarah's forces just as the Gunners began to engage. The Minutemen had little time to prepare; they had to fight in the open, with no fortifications to protect them. But they were veterans now, hardened by countless battles, and they fought with the ferocity of those who knew what was at stake.

"Hold the line!" Preston shouted as he raised his laser musket and fired, the beam of energy cutting through the air and striking a Gunner in the chest. "We can't let them reach the building!"

Jenny was beside him, her assault rifle spitting out a stream of bullets as she mowed down the advancing Gunners. Her eyes were fierce, her movements precise. She had been through hell inside Gunner Plaza, and she wasn't about to let these newcomers ruin all they had fought for.

The battle outside quickly devolved into brutal, close-quarters combat, with both sides exchanging heavy fire. The Gunners, hoping to overwhelm the Minutemen with their superior numbers, pushed forward aggressively, but the Minutemen held their ground. Sarah, Preston, and Jenny led their troops with unwavering resolve, each moment of hesitation on the battlefield potentially fatal.

"Grenade incoming!" someone shouted, and the Minutemen scattered as a Gunner lobbed an explosive towards their line. The grenade detonated with a deafening blast, sending shrapnel flying. Several Minutemen went down, injured or worse, but the line held.

Preston, spotting a Gunner officer directing the assault, took careful aim and fired, his laser musket's shot piercing the officer's armor and sending him crashing to the ground. Without their leader, the Gunners hesitated, and that was all the opening the Minutemen needed.

"Push them back!" Jenny screamed, her voice raw from shouting. She fired in controlled bursts, moving forward with a determination that was infectious. The Minutemen surged ahead, forcing the Gunners to retreat step by step.

The tide of the battle outside was beginning to turn. The Gunners, realizing they couldn't break through the Minutemen's lines, started to fall back. Some tried to regroup for another assault, but the Minutemen were relentless, cutting them down before they could mount a coordinated attack.

Back inside the plaza, Sico could hear the sounds of the battle outside slowly dying down. His radio crackled again, this time with a message from Preston. "General, we've pushed them back! The Gunners outside are retreating. We're mopping up the last of them now."

Sico breathed a sigh of relief as Preston's voice came through the radio, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. They had avoided what could have been a disastrous pincer attack, but there was still work to be done.

"Good job, Preston," Sico responded, his tone firm but with a trace of relief. "Finish up out there and regroup with us inside. We're waiting for you and Jenny before we continue the push to take control of the building. We're not done yet."

"Understood, General," Preston replied, his voice still tinged with the adrenaline of the fight. "We'll be inside in a few minutes."

Sico clipped the radio back to his belt and turned to Robert and MacCready, who had been holding the line with him. The battle outside may have been winding down, but they still had to clear the command room and secure the plaza once and for all.

"They'll be here soon," Sico said, nodding to his comrades. "We hold position until then, but stay sharp. The Gunners might try to regroup and make a final stand."

Robert, still in his Power Armor, gave a grim nod. "Let them try. They'll find out just how hard we can hit back."

MacCready, ever the sharpshooter, adjusted his grip on his rifle, eyes scanning the corridor ahead. "We've come this far, no way we're letting up now. Just say the word, General."

Sico nodded, appreciating the resolve of his team. They had been through countless battles together, and he trusted them with his life. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor, and moments later, Preston and Jenny reappeared, their squads close behind.

Preston's face was set with determination, but there was a flicker of relief in his eyes. "The Gunners outside have been dealt with, General. They won't be troubling us again."

Jenny, looking no worse for wear despite the fierce combat, wiped some sweat from her brow and cracked a small, tired smile. "Ready when you are, Sico. Let's finish this."

Sico took a deep breath, rallying his thoughts. "Alright, everyone. This is it. The command room is just ahead, and we need to take it if we want to secure Gunner Plaza for good. No mistakes, no second chances. We go in together, and we clear them out."

The Minutemen around him nodded, their expressions resolute. They had fought hard to get this far, and none of them were about to back down now.

Sico checked his weapon one last time, then gestured for his troops to move forward. "Let's go. Stay close, and watch each other's backs."

With that, they moved as a single unit, advancing down the corridor toward the command room. The air was thick with the anticipation of the final confrontation. They knew the Gunners would be desperate, but they also knew that this was their best chance to crush their enemies once and for all.

As they neared the door to the command room, Sico signaled for his team to halt. He could hear the muffled sounds of the Gunners inside, preparing for what they surely knew would be their last stand. Sico turned to his team, giving them a final nod.

"On my mark," he whispered. "We go in hard, we go in fast, and we take them down. For the Commonwealth."

With that, Sico gave the signal, and the Minutemen surged forward, breaching the command room in a coordinated assault. The final battle for Gunner Plaza had begun.

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• Name: Sico

• Stats :

S: 8,44

P: 7,44

E: 8,44

C: 8,44

I: 9,44

A: 7,45

L: 7

• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills

• Inventory: 53.280 caps, 10mm Pistol, 1500 10mm rounds, 22 mole rats meat, 17 mole rats teeth, 1 fragmentation grenade, 6 stimpak, 1 rad x, 6 fusion core, computer blueprint, modern TV blueprint, camera recorder blueprint, 1 set of combat armor, Automatic Assault Rifle, 1.500 5.56mm rounds, power armor T51 blueprint, Electric Motorcycle blueprint, T-45 power armor, Minigun, 1.000 5mm rounds, Cryolator, 200 cryo cell, Machine Gun Turret Mk1 blueprint, electric car blueprint, Kellogg gun, Righteous Authority, Ashmaker, Furious Power Fist, Full set combat armor blueprint, M240 7.62mm machine guns blueprint, Automatic Assault Rifle blueprint, and Humvee blueprint

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