La Crema - Chardonnay - 2007
Bullets whizzed by my head louder than Grand Central Station at rush hour. It was fortunate I was dropped with at least some barrier for protection. I replayed the last sequence, where I knew I had eliminated thirteen enemies with my 9mm. I knew there was at least two on the upper barrier, three within 30 yards on the ground level, and from what I could tell, five more in the office behind the bullet proof glass at the other side of the room.
Why did I have to drink that bottle of La Crema Chardonnay 2007 wine tonight? So what if it's light citrus flavors were accented by hints of red pepper heat. The long and strong finish accented the oak flavors. It definitely lived up to its La Crema cliche, as the flavor of cream shined through. I could almost detect a hint of saffron spice in this wine, but certainly the wine that I drank was not worth slowing down my reflexes. But that was the beauty of this wine, it was a decent glass to have after work, or with some mild cheese.
I had no idea I'd be called into this scuffle. That's the life I chose though, and now I was living up to the responsibilities of it. I wasn't free to drink and review wine whenever I pleased, I needed to stay sharp, alert, and ready to act. Wine has many health benefits and is my ultimate relaxation drug, but it was also a vice that could jeopardize my well-being. The La Crema Chardonnay may well be the last wine I taste.
With my back against the barrier, I expose enough of my site line to buck off four shots. The first two land squarely into the chest of the flank left sniper on the upper barrier. His body fell over the railing much like it would have if this was a scripted movie. The first of my final two shots whizzed by the right flank sniper, but a slight adjustment on my angle met his forehead with my final 9mm bullet. I knew I was clear to take out the remaining soldiers with my shotgun without the angel fire from above now.
It was a good thing too, as the men who had been meeting in the office had now spread out throughout the floor and began loading up for a fire fight. The entire room glowed a weak pale color with a hint of green. Much like the La Crema Chardonnay, the room and the wine's color gave hints of immaturity that may age for 18 months before it fully realizes its potential.
The wine's taste potential however was certainly close enough to warrant drinking it now. No need to wait for this one, and if you act fast, you may be able to find a deal on this wine, and save a few bucks on your chardonnay purchase.
The bullet that connected with my shoulder snapped me out of my wine inspired daydream. I spun to face the soldier who was obviously not aware of the wrath he had just bestowed upon himself. Ducking his following fire was instinct at this point due to my years of practice and training. One shot was all I needed to splatter his chest with a shotgun shell to finish him off. Collecting myself and examining my wound I realized I would have full focus for another 30 minutes, but I needed first aid soon thereafter or I would begin to get weak and sloppy. If only the wine hadn't thinned my blood, I may not look this bad.
La Crema Chardonnay is the type of wine that is a bargain under $12, but paying more than $15 for a bottle of this wine isn't worth it. Chardonnay, which is typically the biggest and boldest grape that produces white wine, can be very versatile. Drinking Chardonnay with chicken and light sauce, on a beach with a loved one, or even after dinner for desert with an ice cream sundae is not unheard of.
But I had more pressing issues than my wine fantasies. The bullets had slowed now. I counted six remaining foot soldiers, and I knew where each of them was stationed to within a foot or two. Running at them in an ambush didn't make sense for me. I may eliminate two or three, but the others would have clear shots as I pounded over the barrier.
Without a second thought the pin was pulled from my flash grenade. The flash grenade won't kill an opponent, but it does temporarily disable their senses like sight and sound. It landed behind a group of three enemies, who instantly stood up and tried to take off thinking it was a live ammunition grenade. The flash of light popped with the explosion and I knew it was time to strike. Four quick blasts from the shotgun finished them off, and I was now able to ambush the remaining men.
It wasn't necessary though, as they had seen the fate of nearly two dozen of their comrades fall, they didn't need to tempt their own fate. They ran out the back of the warehouse, leaving me to myself.