One in a million shot

So there we were, playing a game of capture the flag on this snow covered level called Avalanche. Our enemy was strong, but so were we. We had played them to a near standoff the whole game. With just over a minute left we decide it's time to make our final push. We all go on the offensive and hold nothing back.


I kill off the last of their recent offensive and pick up a rocket launcher off a dead opponents body. Just my luck. Only one shot remaining. I jump in the man cannon to head back into the base, where I will take the teleporter route to get more rocket ammo. As I jump into the base I hear my teammate call out for me. I turn to see him waiting on his mongoose, needing a second man. I guess I'll forget the ammo and just have to make this one shot count. As I hop on he accelerates to insane speeds that only a mongoose can achieve.


Most of our team is already in the battle with only us and the tank operator behind. As we head towards the bend, ready to engage the enemy, our opponent comes around the corner. It's a fully loaded hornet, ready to rush in and grab the flag behind our offensive. My teammate shouts we need to turn around and head back to defend our flag as we're the last line of defense. As powerful as the wraith tank is, it's no match for the mobility of a hornet. Knowing the time remaining I shout back "No, we go on." I'll just have to make this one shot count.


Going full speed on a mongoose makes it difficulty to hit an enemy with any weapon, let alone a rocket launcher with absolutely no tracking ability whatsoever. As we approached the hornet I took aim and fired. We continued on at ludicrous speeds. I never even got to see if I hit it. All I saw was the beautiful words come up on my screen...."Triple Kill". Our flag was safe for now. Our whole team could concentrate on the offensive. Fate was on our side and there was nothing that would stop our victory this game.

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