Prologue: Bryan Choi (Type Text) September 20

Bryan Choi [Type text] September 20
Prologue
I am Tristan, an American soldier. I am dead, I do

not exist. I “died in a car accident in the year 2007.
I swerved off the bridge and the impact of the car
against water knocked me forward headfirst into the
glass causing blood force trauma which led to me
bleeding out. The doctors couldn’t get to me in time.
While that was happening, I was going through plastic
surgery to make myself look totally different; to make
me a nobody. To cut me from any type of relationship
with anybody, after the surgery I was given a new name.
The day my career in the American Black Operations
started when I was happily taking an early morning walk
in the year 2007 to keep my fitness up before my next
service in Iraq. My current rank was captain of the U.S
Army. Unexpectedly a Cadillac Escalade just appeared
and four burly men came bursting out in a menacing
fashion. Unfortunately all four had tranquilizer guns.
I felt a sharp sting in my neck while I was trying to
find the nearest cover, unfortunately I wasn’t fast
enough and everything went black.
I woke to a broad shouldered, tall man sitting in
front of me.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked him pretty annoyed
and somewhat afraid. I checked out the room and found
no guard but I was pretty sure this guy didn’t need
one.
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“A friend or an enemy Tristan, you may choose what

I am to you,” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. I
noticed that my hands are handcuffed to the chair but
the good news was that I haven’t hurt in any way. After
a painful silence General Kimmerich finally said, “Now
that you are awake, I may tell you why you are here,”
he paused and looked at me closely, “We have been
monitoring your missions with the Army and we are
rather impressed by you’re leadership and skill,”
before I said anything more I reassessed the room and
found no way to get out, the handcuffs were tight and
my feat were bound. I tried to rock the chair but the
chair was bolted to the ground.
“I don’t whether to be flattered or insecure right
now,” I snorted, noticing the man stood up and paced
the room.
“I completely understand that you are rather
angered by our approach to bring you here to this
facility but it was completely necessary, other wise we
would’ve had to shoot you, not a lot of people know
where we are, you know,” the general said with
confidence, “Let me formally introduce my self, I am
General Kimmerich and I’d like to give you the chance
to join the American Black Operations,” general said
that last part with quite a lot of force signalling
that that was my only option. That is what all began my
story as a nobody.
Chapter One
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The first time I met my men was right after my

surgery, we were assembled into a gym with high-tech
exercise machines surrounded by scientists. I was
guessing they were checking our fitness level and for
any diseases and allergies. My first sight of seeing
General Kimmerich without a bright light shown in my
face was kind of unsurprising, I knew this man would be
the big and muscular soldier and I was correct, this
guy looked like he ate a whale for breakfast, titanic
muscular but the most notable was a scar running down
his cheek. His voice magnified was very deep and
powerful when he spoke loudly, this is what he said,
“Men, you have been gathered hear today for a
physical, after that it’ll be mental exercises. You
young men will be stretched to you physical and mental
abilities good bye and good luck to all of you”. Brief
and sweet, just like everyone does I thought to myself.
The reward from that day was bruises blisters and
headaches. After the test, the team got to know each
other. First guy I met was Nick; he was averaged height
with broad shoulders, easily military material. He had
a heightened sense of alert but always had a ready to
go smile, a nice combination. I first confronted him by
saying,
“Who were you with before this fiasco?” He replied
uneasily by saying,
“I was an captain in the Marine division, stationed
in Iraq, sir” I quickly said,
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“Please, we are both captains be casual and cool,”

I guess he took me as a friend, which I wanted to be,
and instantly warmed up to and soon enough we were
talking like we knew each other since we were kids.
The second guy I met was a little bit stricter
than Nick. This time he approached me saying,
“I’m guessing you are an captain to?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?” I replied back. I instantly
knew that this was a type of soldier who did all the
heavy duty things, a heavy gunner to, and a hard face
to with his guessed personality. He gave a hint of a
smile and told me that the other two guys we talked to
were captains to and he himself was an captain in the
Air Force but he was also trained in the Army. It took
time to absorb this information because it is rare to
have a full team of captains. But by the time I
absorbed it he was walking to away but said, “By the
way, my name is Jason.”
The other two I met during a poker session a few
minutes after the talk with Jason, I learnt that they
both came from the U.S Army and are both captains. We
established that we are all captains and all of us were
stationed in Iraq.
The poker game was a blast everyone was yelling in
a good heartedly way and most of all I won the most
jackpots. All the guys started yelling well heartedly
things like, “Let me those sleeves, is there an ace in
there” or “He reading our mind guys he a can read
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minds” anyways we had a blast and it was a good start

to an important team.
The next day we were required to do a twenty five

kilometre jog, a hundred sit-ups, and seventy push-ups
not that hard compared to last day. We were all in tip
top shape, though some accelerated in specific
exercises, Jason was clearly the best in sit-ups and
push-ups because he finished them in three minutes each
while it takes us about four minutes, on the other
hand, he finished last in the jog but only by a hundred
meters, I got first in the run. The next were mental
exercises but a little less hard than yesterdays, Brad
scored the top because he actually went to M.I.T so
obviously he got top score and it was quite clear he
was going to be our computer analyst. The last thing we
did was and obstacle courses, consisting of jumping,
sliding through mud, zip lining, and other
miscellaneous obstacles. If we had just woken up it
would’ve been a piece of cake but obviously we were all
kind of tired. We went through one by one and the coach
would always bark “GO” in an angry voice telling us to
get moving or his boot would be connecting with our
faces. And honestly this guy made Jason appear look
like a little boy, he is literally carved from stone
gigantic muscles and strong legs that looked like they
can punt one of us to Mars, I wouldn’t want to mess
with him. It was my turn and when it started I was
instantly met by mud. My first obstacle was a rock that
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I had to climb over with ropes to help you. I made it

over on the first try but had numerous slips that
could’ve led to serious injury if I let go. After about
a hundred meter sprint I was met by obstacles a meter
in the air that was meant for us to jump over, I didn’t
stop running, I let my brain turn primitive suddenly I
felt this extra boost of energy, I tripped over about
once but I stood back up and kept on running. After the
corner I took I saw walls with a bit of space
underneath them meant to slide under I quickly gained
speed and completed that part with ease. Then came the
steep incline, it was more like a 60 degree incline and
I’d swear under my breath every time I slipped. By the
time I made it to the zip line, my hands were chaffed.
The zip line was the hardest though. If you timed your
jump right, you’d land right in the pond but release
too late or to early, broken legs will happen. I took
the zip line handle and I hoped to dear god that I’d
make it out in one peace. I briefly remember the
landing, it was clear and clean. Right after I dragged
myself out of the unforgiving pond I was swarmed by
blankets a nice warm room with my guys. It was a good
feeling finishing the course and everyone shared that
mutual feeling.
The next day was very unlike the first two, we were
told in the morning that we had the whole day to
ourselves and we were advised to explore the compound
and have a relaxing day but the last announcement got
some of us anxious, it was this,
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“Today you shall learn who will be what in the team

and what kind of gun you’ll be owning,” that
announcement drew some large amount of anxiety, Nick
finally turned to me and said,
“What kind of gun do you use?” It took me a less
than a second to say,”Anything that is an assault
rifle, specifically a DAR-21 or a Steyr AUG, with sight
of course,” Nick took time to absorb this and finally
said, “I’d definitely want to have a sniper or an
assault rifle, for sniper I’d want a Blaser LRS 2 or a
Barrett Model 98B. For assault rifle, I’d want a
Barrett REC7 or a Bushmaster ACR both with silencers,”
now it was my turn to absorb and stayed silent for a
while. After I finally said, “We are probably required
to use silencers because of need of secrecy,” he just
nodded and grunted.
Later in the day, we were led to a sealed
conference room where the tension just mounted until
the lead professor came in. When he finally did, the
tension was still very high and was choking all the
soldiers. The lead professor, later we find out that
his name is Maxwell, took a breath and spoke in a low
pitched voice,
“You young men must learn how to use Black Os
technology and weaponry,” this drew Jason’s hand right
up,
“You big guy, what is it?”
Jason said in a slow slurred voice like he was
tired,
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“I thought we got to choose what kind of gun we

wanted,”
After a few seconds to take this into
consideration, he said,
“On all operations you’ll have to use weapons we
provide for you, our scientists and ballistics
specialists have already created different types of
guns and you will be directed to what gun you’ll be
using,” he paused to take breath and continued, “But
you will be able to choose what category of gun you
use, as I said again, we have a wide variety of guns
and attachments that you will be trained to use
tomorrow on the practice field,” and his last words,
“Any questions?” Quick shaking of heads instantly
brought in six different steel carts. The professor
gave the room some time to calm down before saying,
“Now let us begin training,” he said that with a fire
in his eyes.
The first thing he showed us was an oversized
wrist watch with a rectangular screen. We could all
tell that 1] the professor was ecstatic with excitement
and 2] all of us were trying to figure out what it was.
“This is the RX 3.8 multipurpose watch, you can call,
video talk, record video, control military vehicles,
hack computers, and a lot of other things, and the
screen is bullet proof to anything less powerful than a
machine gun,” Brad was all googly eyed over it he
seemed very tempted to grab and run. The professor
added one more thing, “All of you will be required to
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carry all the equipment shown today, optional equipment

will be given out to, the list of inventory will be
given to you tomorrow,” everyone obviously hated how
slowly he described the RX 3.8 but finally he moved to
sunglasses with yellow tinted lens, “These” the
professor picked up the glasses, “Are high end
Plexiglas glasses that are suitable for seeing heat
waves, gamma rays, it scopes out bugs and cameras, and
it works with your gun’s camera,” he took a deep
breath, “The Plexiglas is also strengthened to
withstand the force of the average 9mm bullet shot at
the glasses,” this peace of information made the guys
exchange some whispers and nods of approval. The third
box contained you average body armour but coloured
black instead of camouflage. “This is called the
RhinoHyde, it is 5lbs lighter than regular armour but
stronger than your average plate protection, it comes
in different colours and has a liquidized cooling and
heating system,” he thought up the rest of the
presentation, “You can go to Antarctica and come back
nice and cosy only wearing this stuff, I’m not
kidding,” all off us thought that was a funny little
joke but we knew Maxwell wasn’t lying. He walked rather
quickly to the fourth container and picked out bullet
shaped glass with funnily coloured liquids inside,
“These are my personal inventions, each coloured bullet
can do certain things, for example, this one,” taking
out a red bullet, “Can cause fires and severe when in
contact with human skin,” we all looked stunned and I
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cautiously raised my hand. Maxwell noticed and quickly

said, “You, what is your question?” I asked him, “Why
aren’t these in the regular American forces, these
could help us a lot in taking down citizens,” the
professor made a how-dumb-can-they-get look and said in
an annoyed tone, “Do you know how easy it is in Iraq to
lose things?” my face quickly reddened but he had to
push, “If one of these unused bullets can get into
enemy hands, what do you think would happen?” I wanted
to put my hands around his neck and squeeze at the
moment and hold it until he dies but I calmed myself
down and listened on, “While this one,” picking up a
green one, “Is pure acid inside that is strong enough
to eat its way through concrete and reinforced steel,
just stand back when using any of these,” he took a
deep breath and panted on, “Just remember, red fire,
green acid, brown tracker, and yellow explosive,”
Before anyone of us could ask questions, he quickly
added, “And moving onto the next one,” he said walking
purposefully to the fifth box, “This,” holding up a
thick pocket knife, “Is the K639A pocket knife, it has
a laser hot enough to melt human skin, a miniature
pistol with 5 nine millimetre bullets inside, if you
find more bullets you can add them in through the back
of the knife,” he took a breath and carried, “All
blades in the K639A are diamond edged so you can just
about cut through anything, and there will be
replacement blades available in the pack you’re given
at the start of any mission, you’ll also be given a
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twelve inch knife, also diamond edged,” I felt a bit

overwhelmed by all the new weapons but also at the same
time safe, by all the weapons that are here to protect
me. Max walked dreadfully to the last box, he said with
dread,
“In this box contains something that I hope nobody
will ever use, it is concentrated cyanide with
hydrofluoric acid,” he held up a several black pills in
his hand, they looked deadly poisonous to me, “The
cyanide will kill you first, you will feel some amount
of pain and will suffer only for a few short seconds,
the hydrofluoric acid will then eat its way through
your muscles and organs in order for your body to be
unrecognizable and if DNA is pulled, the UN will say it
is too contaminated to be said as evidence,” the room
instantly filled with dread and gloom, he put his hands
on the wall and leaned against it, “this is my most
horrid invention, and I will say again, I hope none of
you have to use it,’
We were dismissed shortly after and the mood was
still very much grim. I tried to lighten up the mood by
telling a half-hearted joke but even I didn’t laugh. We
all had this mutual feeling of dread and it was heavy
in the air. Finally I broke that silence again in our
bunkers by asking Nick, “So, how’d you die?” we all
kind of laughed because it wasn’t the average question
you’d ask but he replied in a light er voice,
“I think they staged an IED when I was in Iraq, and
the army told the media that all the remains were
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faked,” he said and he added, “I watched my memorial

from a hidden camera, it was really awkward and I also
felt like mourning for myself,” then Jason spoke up
witch surprised us all because of his grim character,
“My death was staged in a plane, the plane was seen
to leave Iraq, in the middle of the when the plane past
over land it was supposedly shot down by a Taliban RPG
but it landed safely in a nearby military compound,”
and was leaked to the media. Then Jack spoke up saying
his death was staged in a car accident, when he
finished I responded by saying,
“Same here, I was supposedly driven off a bridge
and the doctors couldn’t get to me in time,” there was
yet another awkward silence took place.
We all went to sleep and I was the only one awake
during the night. I sat up thinking about my old life.
My kids, who were only six and ten will live on never
knowing what really happened to their father, my wife,
Martha will also never know. I felt like I was about to
start crying, I told my self,
“C’mon Tristan, be strong,” I felt my self calming
down and I breathed slowly. After that I just drifted
to sleep.
In the morning they woke us up at 5:00 am, way
earlier than the normal 7:00 am. They had us skip the
normal morning exercises and they made us line. When
Kimmerich came we all straightened up and saluted. He
said in that deep voice,
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“At ease men,” he himself straightened up and spoke

again, “Today you have your first mission,” we all
dreaded this moment. Our first mission, we all asked
ourselves what it’d be like, being a black ops soldier,
would it be harder than most mission? Kimmerich spoke
up again, “This mission is relatively easy. You’ll be
assassinating a man who betrayed us, his name is
Michael Henshaw, he used to be a black ops operative,
he defected and killed his team. We have located him
and it appears to be living in an Italian villa, posing
as a baker. He is highly trained and you will have to
make his death seem like a accident; car accident,
poison, I don’t care, make sure it can’t be connected
to us,” he turned and said one last chilling thing,
“Oh, and if any one of you dies, you team mates will
have to carry you back right to our base, got it?” we
all yelled,
“SIR, YES SIR!”
He smiled and said, “Your flight is in 2.5 hours,”
We packed all our stuff and they made us inspect
each piece of equipment and we all chose a gun. They
led us to the building near the shooting range. When
they opened the door, it was gun heaven. Guns, knifes,
and miscellaneous weapons, pure death lived here. They
each took our personal preferences in types of guns.
Nick and I chose assault rifles, Jack chose snipers,
Jason chose light machine guns, and Brad chose the SMG
(sub machine gun) and put in an order for any type of
launchers. After they took our preferences, they took
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us to different parts of building. Nick and I were

guided to the assault rifles section, Jack was taken to
the sniper’s section, Jason was sent to the LMG
section, and Brad was sent to the SMG section. The only
time we spoke was when we gave our favourite type of
gun. When we got there we were shown a computer with
all these pictures of guns. The first option said
“Would Like a Bullpup Design?” bullpup designs are my
favourite weapons, because of their reduced weight and
portability I feel I have an advantage over the people
without bullpup designs. After I those yes it showed me
a large selection of photos and short pieces
information on the guns. The few of the guns were like:
the Khaybar KH2002, the FAMAS Infanterie, and etcetera.
Now, the gun that really caught my eye was a modified
Daewoo K11, made in south Korea, has an onboard
computer and laser range finder, it fires bullets that
will explode at a programmed distance. I could tell it
has been modified to fire the Fire Bullets, the ones
where we were introduced before. I chose this gun,
obviously. It said on the screen to go outside and
wait. I went out and Nick had his turn, he didn’t take
a long as I had. After about five minute the man who
guided us here came back with two guns, my Daewoo K11
and the FN F2000. I asked Nick,
“So you got a bullpup to”
“Yeah, favourite type”
That was the end of conversation.
Chapter 2
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We were all gathered in the room with 5 black back

packs and 5 RhinoHydes. The professor from the
beginning and Kimmerich came forward, Kimmerich spoke
up,
“In these bags are all the pieces of equipment you
were shown, now that you have your gun,” I cradled my
gun in my arms, “You’ll be leaving for the military
airport in 15 minutes. Use that time to get on the
RhinoHyde, and get acquainted with our parachutes,” I
had no problem with parachuting but this sounded
different. Firstly, these parachutes looked more like
wings, and second, they looked fragile. Kimmerich left
but Maxwell stayed.
“As you can see, these parachutes aren’t the normal
army issued parachutes, these are call WingPacks, they
are strong enough to with stand a force of 50 lbs per
square inch and are surprising easily to control, don’t
let looks fool you men,” We all put our Hydes and it
felt quite comfortable and it automatically adjusted to
the right temperature, Max wasn’t kidding about the
comfort of these things, it felt so comfortable I could
possibly sleep with it. Next came our little extended
limbs. They easily fitted to our shoulders and it even
fit over Jason’s large shoulders. It even
electronically tightened by themselves. The wings were
about 6 feet wide and the fabric seemed to be some sort
of modified silk. When I pushed against the fabric it
only gave way about 2 cm and I couldn’t go any farther,
and what amazed me the most is when Max said,
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“This fabric also has reinforced diamond and will

be able to take anything between a 9 mm round to a 12
gauge shotgun,”
“So in any case, this stuff is bullet proof,” I
asked,
“Yes to somewhat of a degree,” Max replied.
It was kind of cool having these wings, light and
bullet proof this seemed something out of a movie. Then
there was this message on the announcement,
“The plane has arrived, please bring any items to
the plane and it will take off in 15 minutes,”
We all hurried our way to the landing strip were a
Lockheed AC-130. I have to say, it looked like a thing
of a beauty. We all let out a low whistle and Brad
whooped in excitement and said,
“Aren’t we in a helluva ride, eh boys?”
We all yelled and whooped. Not one of us has ever
been in an AC130, these were only reserved for
emergency operations and attacks. We all ran in like
kids running to the Christmas tree on Christmas Day.
When those huge engines activated, they roared and made
loud noises like nobody’s business. We all had to talk
through headsets and intercoms. The noise cancelling
ear protectors worked so well that I actually fell
asleep.
I woke by the message from the pilot that we are
approaching the landing area. Few minutes after that a
soft red glowing light started blinking, the
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international sign of drop off, I undid my buckle and

another message came on,
“Drop off in 5 minutes, please get out of your
seats,” I got out of my seat and so did all the other
guys. The back part of the plane opened and the wind
instantly took the breath out of my lungs. Another
message came on, “Last message, your target is to land
in the forest surrounding the target’s town, after
landing regroup, and take off you headsets and put in
you communication headsets,” I just noticed two things,
1) Maxwell never taught us to use these wings and 2)
How were we supposed to land in a dense forest? I was
about to ask but I remembered I didn’t have a headset
and a green light went on signalling to jump. I went
first, obviously has the leader, the wings
automatically caught the wind but the sensation was
quite exhilarating, I quickly caught on to flying and I
soon figured out that the wings were quite sensitive.
If I wanted to fly left I’d lean to the left and the
exact same for the right. To go up I’d point my body up
and vice-versa for going down. It was tons of fun.
However there was still the problem of landing in a
forest. I quickly found a small break in the trees and
signalled to Nick who was about 100 metres back to
follow. The landing was a bit rough but no broken
bones, and a few seconds later Nick came through. The
wings automatically folded up inside the backpack. The
next to come was Brad, who had a much more graceful of
a landing than Nick and I (I soon find out later that
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he was trained in France of the art in Parkour). Then

came Jack who had the average landing, but it was Jason
who had a rough time. When he landed I think one of his
legs gave way to the force, but luckily, he only had a
bruised knee and a slightly hurt ego. I checked my
wrist to check which way the village was.
“The village is to the southeast of here, lets
move,” I said addressing all of them. I took out my
Daewoo K11 and inserted the regular cartridges.
Everyone else took out their guns. We started the long
trek to the villa.
When we got to the villa, I noticed several things;
this villa seemed like such a quiet and peaceful, sad
that’ll we’ll have to kill in such a place, also, there
were too many places the subject could hide, no wonder
he chose this place, and if we lose sight of him he can
easily disappear. Finally, this place was quite
insulated; the cars were at least from the 1990’s and
the houses seem somehow Victorian, even though this
place was in Italian’s rule. We now slowly made our way
to the target’s house.
It wasn’t long before we reached the house. It was
built on a cleared forest area and it had a ATV in the
front, no car. We were given strict orders to only
communicate by hand motions and basic army signals.
Jack started to climb a tree to get into position to
get a clear view of the house. Brad led us to the
house, Nick and I following him and Jason behind, ready
to spray bullets at a moments notice. We got to the
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door which Brad was supposed to cover and Nick and I

both took the windows and Jason carefully sneaked over
to the back. Once we heard Jason break down the door,
we were supposed to break in to. In about 3 minutes
after we got into position Brad kicked the door open. I
fell into a primitive state. I ran in and quickly
checked my side of the house.
“Over here,” Jason yelled
Iran over and Nick and Brad followed after. Jason
found a hole that seemed to be going in the direction
of the villa. I swore.
“Brad and I will go through tunnel, the rest of you
go get Jack, take the ATV and try to guess where were
going through our trackers,” I said quickly
Brad and I went into the tunnel and turned on our
flashlights, powerful things these flashlights. We
quickly made our way through the tunnel. But this is
what surprised me,
“Hey Brad, were headin to the sea,” I said out of
breath
“What?” he exclaimed
“Yeah, it seems were heading to the sea” I panted,
I radioed to Jason, “You guys were heading to the sea,”
“Ya we were heading to the town but the trackers
showed you heading somewhere else, we figured you were
heading to sea,”
“Get to the beach and intercept, Jason,” I said
cutting the conversation.
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I heard the roar of the ATV and Brad and I kept on

going. After about 15 minutes worth of crawling in a
cramped space we reached the beach. The opening smelled
fresh with the sea salt. The sand had footprints
running towards the forest. I saw the ATV but one
problem; Jason, Jack, and Nick were on the ground. Brad
and I sprinted over to them and Brad did a diagnostics
on them,
“They’re all breathing,” he said with relief, “I’m
guessing a tranquilizer gun was used,”
I found the needles in the sand and adding to my
relief was that they were normal anaesthetic, used in
hospitals though they will be unconscious for a while.
“Brad stay here and guard them, make sure nobody
finds us,” Brad was about to protest but understood
that I had to go after him. I quickly picked up my gun
and made sure it was not on safety. I started after the
forest.
Once I entered the forest and what was disturbing
was the unsettling quietness. I found blood pools on
leaves and trees; good they got a shot on him. I
followed the blood trails, staying low. The farther I
got the more blood he seemed to be losing. He must
losing a lot looking at large blood pools. “This guy
looks tough,” I said a little too loudly. I kept on
going for about a kilometre according before I found
him. He was leaning against a tree. When he looked at
me I almost fell, he looked too kind for the operative,
in the target picture he looked tough, now he looks
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like a guy that seems to care for his kids, a real

family guy. I looked down and his thigh was bleeding
and gushing with blood, I have never seen this much
blood at once.
“Have mercy, kill me fast, please,” he said panting
in excursion and plea, “I have nothing to live for,” I
looked into his eyes and saw nothing but fear, no place
in his mind wanted to hurt, he was innocent. I
completely relaxed when I saw this,
“You know I’ll have to kill you,” I said almost not
choking while I was saying it. He looked down nodded.
“Before you I’d like to tell you why I defected,”
he panted
“Why would you tell me this?” I said with interest
“Just listen,” he said, his voice going coarse, “I
defected because they tried to kill us, I bet they told
you that I killed my team but Kimmerich was the one who
gave the order to kill them, don’t trust Kimmerich
he’ll betray you and your team,” with that he gasped
and fell. I ran to him which was probably the smartest
thing to do. I checked his pulse and found none. To
make it look real I shot him in the head, I choked and
almost cried but I kept it together and ran back to my
team.
I guess Brad heard the shots (he had a great
hearing because to be able to hear suppressed weapon
fire is hard) and was thinking that I got shot but
luckily I got back unscathed.
“They awake yet?” I asked,
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“Nope, but a ship is on the way,” he said in a grim

way,
“Why so grim?” I asked starting to get a little
scared,
“The ship can only dock at 500 metres out, we have
to swim about 200 metres before the motor boats can
fetch us without being seen,”
I swore very loudly and calmed myself down.
“First things first,” I said controlling my self,
“Check if all our gear is here,” Brad nodded and
started going through his pack, I started with mine and
after we checked everyone else for any other missing
weapons.
“How are we going to get to that boat when we have
three people unconscious?” Brad asked
“We don’t have to,” I said when I saw Jason waking
up.
Jason was the first to wake up and a few minutes
after the other two woke up. I quickly filled them in
on what went down and how we have to swim. After
adjusting our RhinoHydes to a suitable temperature, we
dived on in.
Without our RhinoHydes, we all would have gone
unconscious and would’ve died but these suits are as
amazing as they’re said to be, I felt no difference up
top then in the water. We all started swimming at a
higher than average pace and we reached the 200 metres
in 10 minutes. When we got there, we heard the small
whining of a electric boat and a small boat took shape,
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the engine telling from the sound it was electrically

powered because electric motors create much less sound
than gas powered. When they reached near us they cut
the engine and idled until they reached us. There were
2 men with assault rifles and they helped us into in
the boat, no words were spoken and these guys seemed
the least bit curious about us. The boat ride was
silent and short. The boat went really fast for and
electric and could’ve only been heard if someone was
looking for the specific sound. The ship turned out to
be a medium sized submarine; I guessed they all
classified anything that travels in or on water as
“ship”. We had to stop at 100 metres from the
designated submarine resurfacing. However on a porthole
came up a metre higher than the boat and was an easy
jump for the men. The guys who were on the boat the
boat also hopped in and the boat itself was attached to
the upper part of the porthole, “Creative” I said to
myself.
We met Kimmerich after we got some coffee and
blankets, which we really didn’t need because our suits
were doing a fine job of keeping us warm and
comfortable. They took our guns away for cleaning and
inspections for damage. Kimmerich walked in with a hint
of a smile,
“You men did an excellent job of executing Michael
and my undercover agents in the villa are already
starting to spread news of how Michael was involved in
gang activities and was killed last night,” Kimmerich
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said with glee in his voice. Suddenly I heard Henshaw’s

words again,
“Don’t trust Kimmerich” those words haunted me
through Kimmerich’s little speech and while I was being
escorted to my quarters. I kind of zoned out.
I couldn’t sleep, the short time I was with Michael
haunted me, his story and his words. I tossed and
turned and was getting frustrated with myself.
“Hold it together, Tristan,” I said gritting
through my teeth.
I finally fell asleep but about 2 hours later I was
woken up again by the morning breakfast bell.
Everyone else seemed to have had a great night’s
sleep, but for me, I looked like I was mauled by a dog
and gang beaten by a gang, I looked and felt terrible.
We were served omelettes and toast with jam for
breakfast. Nick came and sat beside me.
“Don’t you look terrible,” Nick said in a carefree
voice.
“Felling horrible to,” I replied in a lazy tone.
“What happened?”
I started with what bothered me through the night
and Nick seemed to completely understand what I was
saying and nodded. The only part I left out was the
part when Michael told me his story; I had to leave
that part out.
“So, your first cold-blooded kill is what’s
bothering you,” Nick said seriously.
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“Yeah,” I said feeling guilty about lying to my

fellow soldier and not telling him what’s really
bothering me.
“Go and find a military counsellor, he’ll help
you,” Nick said standing up to go back to his quarters.
“Thanks for the advice I called after him,” I knew
Nick was one man I could trust to cover my back, he’s
the type a guy that I’d leave my life to, trustworthy
and brave, those two words describe him completely.
I guessed I was the last person to know that we had
the day off because I zoned out last night and
apparently that’s when Kimmerich announced we had the
day off today. We were free to go and shoot at the
range, watch a movie, exercise, or just plain relax at
our quarters. I decided to exercise to take my mind off
Henshaw’s last words to me. I first hit the weights and
then I did a little jog around the indoor track. After
all that I went into the shower and just fell asleep in
my quarters.
I had dream of Michael again, the words were
echoing in my head. I woke up with a start, sweat just
pouring down my body. I took another shower and hoped I
wasn’t taking up too much hot water. I guessed it was
about 3 a.m. judging by the position of the sun (we had
to learn that, military surviving 101)and I’ve probably
been sleeping for about 5 hours, at least I caught up
on some sleep, even if it was a nightmare.
I met up with Nick at the shooting range he was
shooting his FN F2000 and I got my Daewoo K11 from the
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security guard at the weapon storage and got back to

the shooting range. I loaded a new cartridge into the
chamber and started firing. I had a pretty good shot,
but not as good as Jack, never will I be able to
compare with Jack but my shot can pass as and above
average. Nick also had the above average shot. Nick
finished the final bullet in his cartridge and finally
seemed to notice me.
“Had a nice sleep Sleeping Beauty,” he said
sarcastically.
“Ha ha very funny,” I said back with a glare, I did
not appreciate being made fun of. I took my shots at
the target and most got into bull’s eye area, and I was
using full automatic mode. I replaced the cartridge and
so did Nick. He took his shots and got about the same
marks. I switched my gun to semi-automatic and all the
bullets went into the bull’s eye. This went on for the
whole day. By the end of the day, I could barely lift
my arm; leave alone lift a 14 pound rifle!
Nick and I were both tired out and our guns’ needed
major cleaning. The smell coming from the barrel
smelled like an overused machine gun, trust me, it can
make your eyes water. The maintenance people did not
look very happy when they picked up our rifles. When I
came in for dinner, Nick ran ahead at the smell of food
but I played it cool and kept on walking. When I got
there Nick was eating ravenously and everyone else
eating normally. I went toward the cafeteria and
brought back a steak, mashed potatoes, and some soup.
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People say army food is disgusting, not here. I chowed

down and savoured every bit of steak. It was good.
After a steak, two potatoes, and about two cups of
soup; I leaned back and rested on my chair. It was time
to go back to our quarters and I lazily got up and got
washed and dressed to go to bed. It wasn’t hard to go
to sleep this time but the dreams came back.
This time I see him lying on the ground, dead. But
Michael still spoke those haunting words.
“Don’t trust Kimmerich,” it said in a grim voice.
It seemed wrong that a body isn’t moving but the
mouth is.
“No, No, NOO!” I yelled.
I guessed that I was thrashing around because the
next thing I know, Jason is holding me down.
“Tristan, you alright man?” Brad asked
I swallowed and nodded.
“It’s alright Jason,” I said and Jason let go of
his hold.
Everything went back to normal and everyone got
back to sleep, I guess these guys were used to other
guys freaking out sometimes. I felt thankful for such
an understanding team. I stayed up for the rest of the
night, scared that I’d have the dream again. I felt
like a small child, scared out of my wits and not being
able to do anything about it.
The next day was quite the same as yesterday except
this time instead of shooting; I went to the theatre
and watched Braveheart for about two hours and a half
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with Brad who can stuff popcorn down his throat as fast
as he can drink water. After that they showed another
movie. I didn’t pay attention to the title; I just got
the ticket and walked in. When the movie started I
almost jumped out of my seat. The movie was Back to the
Future, the movie I watched with my wife, Mariah. I
almost cried. Again the thought of them thinking that
I’m dead, it killed me on the inside.
Somehow I got through the movie, it was hell, all
the memories, and this was the movie that symbolized my
marriage. Our first date together was to watch this
movie. When the movie ended I walked to the restroom
and stood in front of the mirror. I still wasn’t used
to seeing a different face in the mirror. I touched my
face. I felt and saw the scar from the surgery; it
still hasn’t fully healed yet. I took a deep breath and
walked out. I headed straight to my quarters and slept,
even though it was 2030.
I was woken by an announcement that was repeated
twice. First time it went I didn’t catch it but second
time I heard it loud and clear.
“All operatives in the building please report to
the control centre for briefing for next mission,” said
the voice. I got up and didn’t even bother to shower
but I still got dressed and washed my face to wake
myself up.
When I got to the control room, everyone was there
and assembled. I guess I was last there. When Kimmerich
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walked in we all saluted firmly and sat down in our

chairs.
“Good morning men, today you will be briefed on
your next mission,” this did not come as a surprise to
me because being summoned to the control centre only
happens when you are needed for a mission, “This
mission will be more of a sabotage mission,” he went on
turning on the screen behind him, “We have gained
evidence that a private military company named Nexxus
has been providing protection for many of Osama bin
Laden’s generals and key followers, you mission is to
sabotage their base in Russia,” This me excited because
this means I can directly help our troops in Iraq fight
the Al-Qaeda and possibly help save lives by exposing
key leaders and heads of Al-Qaeda. The time our flight
departs is tomorrow at noon.
“Good,” I thought to myself, “I can get a good
night’s sleep and prepare myself,”
After the briefing I took a 5 mile jog around the
track and after I hit the showers and read a book till
about 1600 which after I went to the cafeteria for
dinner. Then I went directly to bed at 2100.
I woke up at 700 after a good night’s sleep and got
dressed quickly. I went over to the weapon’s storage
and got my pack, RhinoHyde, and my gun with a 9mm
pistol. I went over my rifle made sure it was clen and
checked out the new pistol. It was a standard M9 but it
was a lot lighter and a longer barrel, I guessed they
improved the design. I checked for new equipment in the
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bag and found WingPacks, guess we had to jump off and

airplane again. I found nothing new and I went over to
the shooting range to try the new M9. Now my sidearm in
Iraq was the M9 but this thing was a M9 steroids. The
extended nozzle meant more accurate shots but they also
toyed with the firing mechanism actually made the same
marks as my assault, and the silencer reduced the
recoil so better rate of fire with minimized amounts
recoil. What couldn’t these guys do? I also found the
cartridge was a lot lighter but still held the same
amount of bullets. I shot off some more bullets and
checked the barrel if it needed cleaning, barely any
gunpowder residue, that’s good. I put the gun in my
thigh holster and tightened it securely. I checked my
K11, I trust the maintenance guys but better if the
soldier themselves get to see the gun before a mission.
I also checked my knife and stabbed it through a piece
of wood, it went straight through cleanly. I packed up
everything and got up, that’s when most of the other
guys starting waking up. Nick was out second after me,
rubbing his eyes, walking slowly.
“Morning,” I said cheerfully. He looked at me
closely and registered that it was me.
‘You’re up early,” He said still half sleeping. And
that was all he said before walking to the shower. The
others didn’t even see me; I guess they were more alert
on the field. When they all got cleaned and showered it
was about 1130 so it was time to get to the facilities’
airport. This time it was a just a plain AC130, similar
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to the last one we rode but just a little quieter and

faster than its bigger brother. We all threw our bags
in through the back and entered the plane through the
side. The door automatically closed behind us and the
silent engines started it up.
It didn’t take long for the plane to get in the
air; I guessed that the plane was already warmed up.
While we were flying over the Atlantic Ocean everyone
slept. This time I dreamed something different than
Henshaw’s voice, I saw my family, my daughter running
around the house, my wife smiling. I tried walking over
but I bumped into something. I moved back still
couldn’t move. I banged against the glass and yelled,
my family didn’t seem to hear me I kept on going, they
still didn’t see me. I was now really going at it the
glass didn’t even crack, that didn’t stop me. I woke up
with a start, sweat pouring down my whole body
breathing hard. I relaxed and started to think about my
dream again. Eventually my breaths slowed down and my
heart went back to its normal pace. I sat up and walked
around. The pilot came over the speaker telling us to
stay in our seats because we were approaching our
destination, I was never told where we were headed I
noticed. I guessed everyone heard the announcement and
started to straighten up in their seats. The pilot
started the landing and it was done with no trouble.
Since there were no windows I couldn’t see where we
were our where we were approaching. After about five
minutes the plane came to a complete halt, we waited
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for about half a minute before the door opened

signalling that we are allowed to get out. I grabbed my
bags and walked, my team followed me, just a bit
lazily, Brad especially.
“I hoped you men had a great flight,” a man said
walking towards us, “I will me known to use as X, my
real name will not be disclosed to you, you are here to
infiltrate and destroy Nexxus’ headquarters in Pakistan
as you were briefed. Unfortunately, We will not be able
to able to get you there directly, you will be dropped
this morning near their facility,” he turned away
expecting us to follow him, we all did, “The Pakistan
government has no awareness of our activities so stay
alert.
Chapter 3
I could not believe it, they expected us to drop
out of a helicopter and land safely in a country who is
hostile to any foreigner, not to mention the police
will be shooting on site, without the Pakistan
government knowing of us being there, that is what I
call a suicide mission. I cannot believe we weren’t
given this information back at base. We were scheduled
depart at midnight for better cover but there is still
a chance there is a Nexxus agent standing on guard with
a RPG. We were also about 500 metres from Nexxus’
headquarter gates on mountainous terrain, if the guards
didn’t kill us, the rocks will!
“It’s alright Tristan, hold it together,” I said to
myself quietly, it seemed to calm me down a bit.
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At 2330 we did last minute checks of our equipment

and I did a long prayer telling God to help get us
through this. At 2400 we walked out to the helicopter
and we all got in.
“Good luck to you all,” X said in a raised voice
over the helicopter rotors, he seemed just a bit nicer
than Kimmerich.
We took off, the helicopter didn’t match any of the
models I’ve seen but it was uncomfortably silent, I was
used to very loud or even moderately loud rotors
rotating above my head but this barely made any sound.
I looked down and turned my night vision goggles and so
did everybody else, I just noticed no one talked since
we left base, funny how a mission could shut anybody’s
mouth. I was very much on edge because of all that
could go wrong, the slightest movement on the ground
unnerved me.
“Approaching drop zone,” the pilot said over our
radios.
We all got ready to jump. I could see the terrain
becoming rockier and more sloped as we went. The
helicopter stopped and I was the first to jump. The
feeling of jumping was a little bit tenser. I kept on
looking around for a flash of a sniper scope or any
sign of detection. Good thing my WingPacks were pre-
programmed to deploy at 200 metres, since I was jumping
out of a helicopter that was hovering at 750 metres, I
would have been crushed if my packs weren’t programmed
to open by themselves. I glided down, getting the
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familiar feeling of flying, it made me feel ecstatic. I

quickly landed without ant accidents and seemed
somewhat graceful. Everyone followed and their landings
were just as good except for Jason who almost stumbled
and fell, guess he still wasn’t used to flying. We all
checked our guns and we started our ascent to the large
concrete facility.
I had Jack about 100 metres behind us to scope and
watch for any signs of detection, so far, we have not
been. We advanced slowly and carefully. The guards
seemed to be carrying AK47, typical for any terrorist
group, simple and easy to use.
“Vehicle approaching,” Jack radioed in.
We all quickly ducked but still kept sight on the
approaching vehicle. It was a jet black BMW, it was
possibly Nexxus’ boss. The car stopped at the gates and
a guard came out and went over to the driver’s side.
After a few minutes the gates opened and quickly closed
behind it. We resumed our painstakingly slow ascent.
Within an hour and three quarters we made it. The
last part was harder was because it was lit up like
Christmas and there wasn’t much cover.
“Jack, scope all the sentries and look for blind
spots,” I whispered into my headpiece,
“Got it,” he replied, I felt safe with marksman
like Jack covering my back. We all waited behind a
large rock for the whole time; if they have spotted us
they’re showing no signs of it. Almost an hour later
Jack radioed in,
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“All 10 guards are right across the barrier, the

barrier itself is controlled by the operator on top of
the gates and the guards seem to be checking in about
every 10 minutes,” Jack said, still looking through his
scope. Everyone else heard the information.
“Jack tell us when they are all checking in,
everybody start shooting you to Jack, we all take two
guards,” I said quickly.
We all scoped whispering which ones we will shoot.
About ten minutes later all of them checked in
whispering into their collars of their jackets. Right
after they stopped shooting. In on second five just
fell to the ground, the next second the rest fell; they
didn’t even have time to react. We ran up quickly,
setting my timer to ten minutes. We opened the gates
and we snuck inside.
This place looked real out of place in a country of
poverty. Pure concrete, steel, and glass all with a
futuristic design, these guys were rich. We didn’t have
time to admire the architectural design. I spotted five
cameras and asked Brad to find the blind spots.
“Brad, hack into their security system and check
for blind spots,” I said with our backs against the
wall.
“Already done, I noticed that these guys’ security
system is quite loose, they’re no expecting any
trouble,” he said.
I noticed that to because I would actually put at
least 15 guards and snipers on vantage points which
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Jack checked for and found none. The cameras as Brad

found were actually quite basic and had many blind
spots. With Brad in the lead we all followed him slowly
picking our way, we were all alert with our guns up but
there seemed only to be two guards in front of the main
entrance which I decided we will not be using. When we
got to the point in a corner I took out a grappling
hook that I found in the copter.
“Where’d you get that?” Nick asked curiously.
“It was in the chopper, thought it might come in
handy,” I said with a smug smile on my face.
I made sure the hook was in correct place and then
I fired it.
The hook went about 125 metres before I heard the
dragging of metal on concrete and a clink. I pulled on
the grapple tugged on it a few times, it stayed put.
“This is so James Bond,” Brad said with excitement
in his voice. I put the gun down and we all started our
climb.
It took 20 minutes to make the full ascent. Once we
got up I pulled up gun and put it back into my pack,
just in case.
We walked silently over to the glass dome, watching
for any cameras and so far, no cameras. I looked at the
glass dome; it was about 20 metres across and 10
metres, not that big. I went over and so did the
others.
“Stay quiet,” I said in a hushed tone, “You guys
stay down, and I’ll look over,”
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They all nodded and I peered over.

This place was probably going to be impossible to
get into; guards with AK47 and one out of every four
had massive German shepherds on a leash. Though the
guards looked unprofessional and sloppy, they still
outnumbered us through numbers. I looked around to find
any type of way to get in and with every passing second
I lost some hope. Just when I was about to use the old
fashioned break in and kill tactic I spotted a vent.
Vents mean ventilation shafts and ventilation shafts
means all that air to get out and that means there
should be a ventilation shaft entrance on the roof
which we are standing on. I looked around and found
five protruding ends.
“Everyone get to a vent shaft, everyone take one a
try not to make any noise,” I said quickly.
We all hurried to the shafts and opened the
filters. I was greeted by a blast of warm air and
turned to my awfully large watch and adjusted the
suit’s temperature quickly became cool and I entered
the vent.
Even though the temperature in the vent must be
above 30°C I still kept cool and I easily made my way
through the vents. I radioed in to my other team, “How
are you all good?” I asked very quickly.
“All good,” everyone said on after another.
I crawled a little more and I saw a light up ahead
and I slowed down. I radioed in,
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“I found an opening,” I said, still advancing

towards the opening. I went over and peered in. I
gasped and gaped at what I saw. “Guys, I found Nexxus’
operating room,” I said barely whispering.
I crawled back, fearing they had seen me.
Swallowing my fear I crawled back and looked out. A
titanic computer room and a large table in the table
with what looks like a map of the world. People were
walking around and looking at computers while at least
30 armed guards were walking around with obviously
AK47. They looked quite lazy and very unskilled but
again they out numbered us 6 to 1. I looked around for
any other vents. I spotted one. “One of you should be
coming up to the entrance to the room I’m in,” I said.
“I’m at an ending,” Brad said radioed in, “but it’s
the control room, it seems to be the bathroom,”
I quickly thought of a plan.
“Brad, do you think you can take out the lights in
hear through the watches computers?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Do it when I give you the mark,” I told him as
relief of a plan flooded over me, “I want everybody to
tell me once you have found the vents,”
“Roger that,” they all said in unison.
After about 10 minutes everyone found the ending,
Jason had trouble because of his large build.
“Give me the countdown Brad and broadcast to
everyone,” I said getting excited.
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“10, 9, 8,” I tensed up ready to spring out and

open fire, ”7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” Then everything went
black.
I already had my night visions on so I could see
the terrorists looking around scared and confused, the
smart ones with rifles poised at the doors, wrong place
to point. I jumped out and let lead fly.
I exterminated everyone in the room with two clips;
they didn’t even notice me shooting them individually.
I walked out of the room rifle poised. I saw two guards
walking around huddling against each other I popped
both of them and they crumpled to the floor.
“Check in,” I said whispering into my headpiece.
“Clear,” Jason said.
“All good,” Nick said a bit too happily.
“All clear,” Brad said quickly.
“Regroup come out to the hallway and make your way
to my location,” I said. I looked out and kept an eye
out for more guards. One by one they came. Once we were
all together we headed towards to the main computer
unit killing them as we go, this was a sabotage mission
and we had to kill as many terrorists as we can. The
computer was located in the basement of the building
with the building supports. Destroy this place, that’s
what the mission is. The problem is that the intel we
got says that the stairs are guarded by highly trained
agents that were far more advanced than the ones
upstairs. We slowly made our way down the stairwell and
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through a flash bang down and heard some mild surprised

yelping. We barged in and bullets flew.
There were eight of them, all using AK47 with
sights. They weren’t spraying all over the place with
automatic fire; they got into cover and watched our
hiding spots carefully. These guys were really good at
what they do. I through another flash bang and went it
went off Jason and fired both fired out guns. We killed
one and injured one and I’d say that’s pretty good.
Nick went out and started firing. He caught one in the
chest. “Nick!” I yelled.
“It’s all good,” he said grimacing, “probably just
a broken rib I can still fight,” He sat up against the
wall and sat there for a few minutes. I took my mind of
Nick and Got back into the fight. There are still 7
guys left. I have to know their positions. I looked
around and I could just make out their positions before
a bullet made contact with the cement that was
centimetres from my face seconds ago. It would be too
hard to take them all out. I just decided to do the run
and gun. “Everyone, after my flash bangs go off I want
everybody to get up and start shooting, got it Nick?” I
said checking on Nick who has gotten the colour back in
his cheeks, I think it’s safe to say that RhinoHyde
saved his life. I picked out my last two flash bangs
and threw in the general direction of the middle of the
group.
We started firing and they had no chance to fire
back. Jason’s machine gun just tore up the cement while
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all the rest of us were supporting. We ran forward and

caught them by surprise and killed them where they were
crouching behind their cover. We kicked down the door
to the main server and went to work with the C4’s.
We placed two C4 per supporting beam, one on each
side, and the other five were all around the computer.
They will be remotely detonated by me once we get out
of the building. Then we made our quick exit.
We sprinted up the stairs and shot anyone that got
in our way. We had the general idea where the exit and
the building isn’t that big so we just kept on running.
It didn’t take long for us to get out. Now we just had
to get rid of the guards in at the gates, oblivious to
what just happened in the facility. I needed a
distraction and I reached inside my bag for the
detonator.
I lead my team to a secure place as far from the
burning building but not too close to the gates. I
looked at the build and watched it propel outward. We
could see the guards sprinting away from their posts,
frightened out of their pants. We quickly made our way
to the gates and opened it. Once we got far from the
burning building we went onto the middle of the desert
and lit the signal flare for the helicopter to get us
back to safe grounds.
We held down the perimeter until the helicopter
descended onto the ground. One by one we ran over to
the helicopter, gunners on the helicopter also kept an
eye out for remaining terrorists and I was the last one
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to go. I had to cover my own back looking all around me

I made my cautiously toward the awaiting chopper. The
out of nowhere a man jumped and started shooting at me
in full auto. I shot him down and I ran the rest of the
way. I got in and I could feel the adrenaline pumping
in my veins. I looked around and my team was looking at
me in complete horror.
“What,” I asked
“Your neck,” Nick said wide-eyed
I placed my hand on my neck and felt around. I took
my hand off and saw my hand covered in blood. The
helicopter took off, but I didn’t notice. I fainted and
everything went black.
“Tristan, Tristan you awake?” I heard somebody say
to me. I woke up and everything cleared up. I looked
around and checked my surroundings. I was on a hospital
bed and what seemed to be the infirmary at base. I
looked up and found Nick. Trusty ol’ Nick, always there
by your side.
“Sup Nick,” I asked
“All good man never been this happy to see someone
alive,” Nick said happily
“What happened to me?” I asked
“Well, the bullet missed your major arteries in the
neck by about 5 mm,” he said a bit too cheerfully. “If
it was positioned a titch to the left you would of bled
out, fortunately it missed,” I layed back down think
about how lucky I am that that bullet missed, too close
for comfort.
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“Is it alright if I moved?” I asked Nick.

He shook is head and said,
“You aggravate your injury too much the doc said
it’ll burst open up again, disgusting I know,”
I grimaced at the thought. I looked down my body,
the tubes running into my hand made me feel
uncomfortable, and as a soldier I hate the thought
being unable to move or properly defend myself.
“I’m at the infirmary at base right?” I asked Nick
“Yup,” Nick replied, once again cheerful. He looked
at his watch, “Got to go, hope to you get better,” He
walked off and once again I fell asleep.
I was in the bed for about two weeks. My team
coming in and out, especially Nick, great young man
that lad. After my two weeks of helplessness the
doctors said I can get off the bed. What was worse was
the doctors said I can only do minor physical exercise,
such as a kilometre jog and anything more than that
would risk my neck bursting, again I grimaced. I walked
out but I felt like a little boy again being told what
to do by people, I did not like it. I walked, and let
me tell you being in a bed for two weeks and walking
again is really hard, my leg muscles felt really frail
and weak. Again the feeling of helplessness, I was a
sitting duck, a felt horrible. I walked over to bunk.
All my stuff was in order, no one has been looking
through my stuff. “See your better,” I heard behind me.
I whipped around ready to fight with my frail body,
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don’t know why I’m so jumpy. I breathed a sigh relief,

it was Jason.
“Scared me,” I said breathing a bit too hard for
my neck. He put his hand out and laughed,
“What kind of government would let a person trying
to attack us into the base were in?”
“I don’t know, I’m just a bit jumpy,” I replied
shaken. He only grunted and went towards the gym. I
watched him leave, I was so envious of him but doctors
say no going to the gym. I lied down in my bed, bored
to my death.
I eventually sleep and woke up a few hours later.
I checked in with my watch, it was 1700, an hour until
dinner. I decided that I would do a 750 meter run, I
got out of my slacks and got into my shorts and a
lighter version of RhinoHyde. I jogged out and it was
fairly dark but not too terribly dark.
By the time I finished my run I was extremely
tired and my neck felt weird and I started to walk
around the track to get my pulse back down. When I
finally got my pulse back down to a non dangerous state
I jogged back to my bunker to get changed. I went over
and ate and I quickly went back to sleep.
I finally got the notice that I am able to do full
physical, I was so excited, finally I was able to get
back to shape and not be bored. The scar on my neck
though will never disappear. My team joked around that
my neck made me look tough; I just fixed them with an
angry glare. I didn’t have long to get into shape. Just
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barely after I felt I got into shape they called us up

for a mission against one of the world’s most vicious
gangs in the world, La eMe or also known as the Mexican
Mafia.
“The Mexican Mafia is a highly dangerous gang,
they are in control for most of the drug trading and
murder. They have strong connections with the Aryan
Brotherhood whom are responsible for 26% of prison
murders. This gang is not to be messed with,” General
Kimmerich took a moment to let this sink in, he wanted
us to understand how this mission is. “They are
ruthless and cunning. They have huge amounts of power
and are a very influential gang,” I swallowed and
looked at the presentation and the pictures he was
showing us were disgusting, this mission was going to
be dangerous. “Your mission is to infiltrate a key ware
house that is crucial to their drug operations. You
will be using C4’s to blow crucial support beams
located all around the basement. Again this is covert
and this must be made to seem like a rival gang has
done this, you’ll have to use a gun from the Assault
Cannon family such as an AK47, we have a selection
ready for you,” personally I do not like the AK family,
high recoil isn’t my show. Kimmerich continued,
“Moreover, you’ll have to wear the slimmer version of
RhinoHyde instead of the full version to make this seem
more realistic. You’ll also be provided with a Kevlar
balaclava. That is all, you plane leaves in 45
minutes.”
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We all hurried over to the weapons locker.

Everyone pretty chose the AMD-65, A variant of the AK-
47. But Brad chose the AKS-74u a submachine gun variant
of the AK-47. We all got two guns because of the
compatibility and the ability for Jason to use dual
wield considering his massive wrist. We also got the
modified version of the M9 which I just love. We got
our thinner RhynoHydes and we were forced to put on
hoodies. Though we got the modified M9’s I still felt
really vulnerable and I can tell from everybody looking
down at themselves with an uneasy look that they also
had the same feeling. We all checked our guns once
again and went over to the air field.
Since we were never told where this facility was
located, due to security reasons, we usually took a
helicopter or a plane to the destination. We were told
we were going to New Mexico because if we hit
headquarters, we would probably shut down most if their
illegal operations in the USA. The plane we were taking
was a small cargo plane. We got into our seats and I
closed my eyes to get some rest and to mentally prepare
myself.
I woke up as the plane landed; I felt a jolt and
the powerful breaks on the plane slowing the plane to a
slow taxi. I sighed and looked out the window; the sun
shone brightly my face. I squinted and recognized a
military airport. The plane taxied into the hangar. I
guessed that we cannot be seen or else it’ll arouse
suspicion to who we really are. I glanced around and
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noticed the others were sleeping to, all of them. When

we sensed the plane stopped moving we all stood up and
lazily got our stuff. A man came out of the cockpit,
I’m guessing the pilot, and handed us a key without
saying anything. He then walked away back into the
cockpit without saying a single word. Naturally we went
over to the door of the hangar and there was a
beautiful Cadillac Escalade. “Hell ya,” I said and
within a few seconds we were arguing who was driving.
In the end Brad drove the car with me in the
passenger side. We had the air conditioning blasting in
our faces to combat the New Mexican heat. The mission
statement was in the car. It had a map of the building
and the tactical strike we are to carry out. Also in
the car were a few kilograms of C4 meant to blow up the
structural support and if we have any extras, the drugs
in the warehouse. The plan said the building was
located in a ghetto neighbourhood, it also said we have
to carry this mission our once we arrive. I punched in
the address and we were off.
We could tell we were getting to the warehouse as
the houses started to seem in ruins and the kids ran
around with only a flat soccer ball. The GPS in the car
said we were only 5 minutes away. We all read over the
tactical plan and we arrived at the warehouse. We
walked out casually and then put our bandanas over our
heads. Jason tried the door and it seemed that the door
was locked on the inside. Brad was about to pick lock
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it but Jason just kicked it open and we started to

fire.
We had a few moments of surprise, enough to cut
their forces considerably then they too out their
weapons and started to fire back. I looked around and
saw the battlefield and I noticed that the tactical
plan wouldn’t work here; we’d be chopped up with lead
within seconds. “Screw the tactical plan, just fire
back and go with my command,” I yelled to everyone.
Jason readied is second weapon and we all reloaded
ours. I counted two three with my fingers and they knew
what this meant, get ready to get and fire. My first
finger went down, then my second, then my last finger.
I rose up and charged and so did everyone else. We all
ran and dived to our own cover. We kept on doing this
until there were only a few armed men left. We
eventually killed every single one and got to work
downstairs with the support beams. We quickly placed
the C4’s in position and connected them to the
detonator. Brad, our lookout radioed in with one hell
of a bad news.
“Yea, um, Tristan, slight problem, they have
reinforcements,” Brad said a little tediously.
“What?!” I said in surprise.
“They have like four vans of reinforcements and
they all have automatic SMG’s,” Tristan said waiting
for the order to get down stairs to hold them off. I
swore very loudly, cursing my luck.
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“Brad, get down here, everyone get ready to defend

your lives,” I said.
We waited for around five minutes I thought these
must really be taking their time looking for survivors.
The first one of them came downstairs and Nick
carefully took it out from behind. My orders were to
stay hidden until they were all down here. Then we’d
shoot them down to pieces within seconds. These guys
were not that organized as they were walking around
casually with their guns hanging from their shoulders.
They didn’t even look especially like a criminal; I can
imagine these guys as being a clerk. I guessed that
they were the younger group. I whispered into my radio,
“One, two,” I tensed my fingers against the trigger,
“Three, GO GO GO GO GO! We rose up hosed them down.
They didn’t even have time to look up, they were torn
like a child’s ragdoll within seconds. After we made
sure no one in this room was a threat we quickly made
our way up the stairs and emerged back in the main
lobby where we put some spare C4’s in the drugs. We ran
out into our car which was surprisingly left untouched.
Once we were a safe distance I pressed the detonator
and beautiful fireworks filled the sky behind us.
We drove back to the airport where the same
airplane where we came in was waiting for us. The whole
operation took only about 1 hour, it was a relatively
simple operation but I felt drained because my body was
not as accustomed to the change in physical demands.
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When the back of the plane opened I went straight to my

chair and fell asleep.
I woke up again by the same jolt of the airplane
landing on the tarmac. I recognized the vast training
fields and I sensed some warmth of relief going through
my body, back in safe soil. The Plane slowed down and
Kimmerich came out with Maxwell to greet us. I tried to
get up but my body was protesting against it. I swore
to myself I’d get some sleep once I reach my quarters.
I forced myself up and picked up my bags as the back
door of the plane slowly but surely made its way down.
I walked like a wet dish rag, limp and no strength at
all. The pure thought of rest is what kept me up.
“Great job Tristan, you and your team has probably
took a huge chunk of the drug supplies,” Kimmerich said
with a huge grin on his face. He then had to slap my
back as a show of thanks but it’s was quite painful for
a guy who has just recovered from a bullet wound. I
took it with a thin smile on my face and whispered a
barely audible thank you. I then continued my way to my
bunker where I pretty much just passed out on my bed.
I faintly remember Jason bringing me some grub
and eating all of it then going to sleep again. I
eventually woke up fully the next day though I still
felt like I have been exercising the whole day. I woke
up and lumbered over to the mirror and looked at
myself. Bedraggled hair, dark circles, and pale skin
boy was I a sight to behold. I made my way to the
bathroom to take a shower. After the shower I felt a
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bit better but I noticed I was completely starved and

deprived of water. I got into my slacks and made my way
to the dining hall where I smelled meat, my favourite
type of thing in the world. I love this camp at the
moment, always the best type of food and they will cook
more if you ask for more. I kept my cool and I walked
din calmly and went in line for those large steaks.
Each of them must be close 15 oz. I could feel my
stomach tightening as my brain sent it messages to get
ready to eat. When I got to the meat I grabbed the
biggest one and took two huge spoons of mashed
potatoes. I topped it off with gravy and I ran over to
join my team as they were already eating theirs, calmly
though. I sat down hurriedly and chowed down once I
sat. Brad raised a questioning eyebrow and Jason just
smiled. “Someone was hungry,” Nick said with a smirk on
his face. I completely ignored him and kept on eating.
On my second steak I started to eat calmly again though
the food in my stomach felt good, there was still room
for much more steak and mashed potatoes. I finished the
greatest breakfast off with pie. I stopped eating and
looked at the pie taste just like what my wife Martha
used to make. Tears started to well up, in the chaos of
missions and exercise if completely forgot about my
family. I pulled myself together and kept on eating. I
knew my mind will always drift back to them now. When I
was done I made my way to my bunk again to lie down and
think. I thought of all that has happened so far in my
career in the team and the memory of the defected agent
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came flooding back in as the dam that was holding it

back exploded. The haunting message “Don’t trust
Kimmerich,” came back. The harder I think about it the
more unnerved I get, would Kimmerich really betray my
team? I thought some more about it and I eventually
fell asleep by my own thoughts. I woke up in the
afternoon and again I found my stomach empty which
meant it was about time for lunch. I jogged over to the
mess hall and I smelt freshly baked hamburgers and
french fries. I could the patties were real beef, not
processed ones. I had a very sensitive nose and if the
burgers were processed I would never eat them, I have
to keep in shape. Even as a kid my parents never really
gave me much junk food, mostly real meat and
vegetables. I got a burger and sat down with my team
again. I can tell by the sweat marks on their shirts
they were exercising. I should start doing that once I
fell well and fully rested. Probably by tomorrow I’ll
start a jog and some lifting of weights. I jogged back
to my bunk and was quite bored as there was nothing to
do but exercise in this place. I got out of my bunk and
looked around the place which I never really had time
for. I walked over to the laboratories where we were
introduced to the high tech weaponry of this place.
After I went over there jogged over to the exercise
room where the team was exercising. I walked in and
jumped on the treadmill, a little exercise couldn’t
hurt me I turned on the machine and out the headphones
connected to the treadmill. Another cool thing here was
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that there were headphones connected to the machines

with a voice activated software that lets you access
the extremely large selection of music preloaded by the
scientists hear and I all had to do to find one song
was to speak. I started out with slow jog not getting
to ahead of myself and kept at it for about 30 minutes.
When I finished my exercise and went over to get a
drink of water. I felt upbeat and surprisingly well. I
went over to my quarters and didn’t even bother to
brush my teeth; I went to sleep to wake up to the worst
type of noise you can ever imagine.
Imagine the WWII bomb raid warning sirens, then
think of it ten times worse and nearly right beside
your ear. I literally jumped up in my bed, eyes crazed
I imagine. I went outside ready to fight any threat;
maybe the siren meant a breach in security. I looked
around, shielding my eyes to the bright sunlight. I saw
no threat and just saw my team running towards the
conference room, some looked just as sleepy as me. I
got into my clean tracksuit and sprinted as fast as I
can to the conference room.
When I got there everyone, and I mean everyone
that was relevant to missions were there, the
conference room was crowded but I could easily spot
Jason’s massive bulk in the middle of the crowd which
probably meant that my team was there. “Where there is
smoke, there is fire,” I whispered to my self pushing
my way to Jason. “What’s going on?” I asked Nick as I
approached him.
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“Kimmerich has called an emergency meeting,” he

replied in a hushed tone, “Oh ya, and I forgot to tell
you that when a loud siren goes to come here,”
I sighed and whispered in a irritated tone,”Thanks
for telling me now,”
“Hey I thought you knew,” he said with his hands
up. I stared daggers at him and decided to drop it.
Then Kimmerich came up with a grave face.
“You have been called this morning because a new
mission has come up,” He surveyed us and went along,
“We have received intelligence from an undercover agent
within the Japanese Yakuza that they have acquired a
new type of stealth weapon, the general public does
not know about this and the government demands that
this problem must be addressed quickly,” He took a
breath, “The Japanese government dismisses of such a
weapon and they have not been responsive to our
messages so we must retrieve the weapon,” I put my hand
in the air for question, “Yes Tristan?”
“Why is this weapon so dangerous and why is it
such a threat to us?” I asked.
“I was about to get to that, this weapon is said
to be an advancement in nuclear technology,” he paused
as eyebrows started to raise as the words were uttered,
“The Yakuza seems to have acquired a technology that is
able to compact it into a size of a small travel bag,”
“Can’t we just detect it if it was brought to
America?” someone called out.
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“That’s the problem; the case it’s in gives off a

signal to counter the satellite’s radiation detector
which means they can bring it on an airplane our
smuggle into our country. The Intel shows that the
target is still in Japan and that there are plans for
it to be used to bomb America,” This drew some gasps
and even my team had looks of surprised as it wasn’t
every day that we had to do a mission that could
probably stop a large scale terrorist attack. I felt a
large worry come over me. Our country probably is
really depending on us to succeed in this mission; we
got down, so does America. I looked at the presentation
board with the fuzzy photos. I could barely recognise
the blurry image of a suitcase. The photo was sent by
the undercover agent. I stared at that briefcase and
could not believe what weapons of mass destruction have
come to. The bombs used in WWII were almost as big as a
minivan and they completely levelled the two cities but
this small suitcase was said to be able to level most
of California and spread nuclear radiation to Canada
and the U.S.A.
“This suitcase is what holds the mechanism and if
you do get possession of it, orders are to bring it
back here for the bomb to be disarmed and studied,”
Kimmerich said ending his speech. After everyone ran to
their post for a new mission we were obviously brought
to the smaller part of the conference room where we
were shown a new mask for our RhynoHydes.
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“This is our new gas mask,” Maxwell said coming

into the room, “I the bomb does go off and you’re not
torn to pieces by it, you put this on and it will
filter out all the radiation from the air. What makes
this mask better than any other mask is that its bullet
proof and it can filter out all known gases in the
air,” We all looked at it. The visor was tinted black
to hide our faces and just like any other gas mask it
had a protruding filter. He all picked out our gear and
our guns were already ready for use. Looks like this is
a very important mission and my team seemed to sense
that, only a few brief words were shared between us and
the rest we were mentally preparing ourselves for the
most important battle of our career. We checked each
others gear and tested the masks, they fit perfectly
and they were independent from the RhynoHyde so if our
body armour has a hole in it, we’d still be protected
from the harmful gas thrown our way. I checked my gun
and put an extra knife in my boot just in case. I
checked my M9 and put some extra magazines into my
small pack. They also brought back the WingPacks which
we were already used to except for Jason who still
remembers the painful landing on our first mission. We
walked out to the airfield were an AC 130 was waiting
for us.
We weren’t as excited as last time we were in a
piece of beauty like this. The mood was more grim than
usual and the tension ran high. I got on and placed my
bag on the seat next to me. Each of us two sets, one
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for us and the other one for our equipment. I sat down
and sighed. I thought of how this bomb can go off right
near my family and hurt, I felt like I had to succeed
or lives will be lost. Once everyone was strapped in
the engines roared to life but it wasn’t as loud as
this had to be stealth mission and we mustn’t alert the
Japanese government. I tried to sleep once the large
airplane was airborne but the stress was too high. I
sighed and looked around for something to do. Nothing,
nothing but to sit around and look for something to do,
I looked at my watch, only a few minutes has passed
since the plane took off and being in America flying to
Japan is a long way.
After the seatbelt sign went off I decided to
exercise. I did laps, push ups, and sit ups keeping
myself warm for the sub zero dive to Japan. I guessed I
woke some of the guys and they started to run. Pretty
soon we all worked up a sweat and panting. “Don’t wanna
tire yourselves out before the mission,” I said to
them. I walked back to my seat and sat down; it made me
feel good to exercise. My mind automatically went back
to the mission at hand and how I if this mission failed
the great western country America my just topple like a
baby pushed over and many countries will probably take
advantage of this. I somehow fell asleep and Jason woke
me up as we were advancing to the coast of Japan. “Have
we been detected yet,” I asked
“Nope, doesn’t seem like it,” Jason replied.
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I got up and got my gear on, checked my gas mask,

readied my gun and strapped on my WingPacks. A soft
green light came on which meant we were almost at drop
off. I did some push ups and got ready for the chilling
air and a freakishly tall dive back down to earth. The
light turned red and the back of the airplane opened
and we got ready for the dive. Brad volunteered to go
first and I covered him, scanning the ground for any
police or military personal possibly in the area. Jason
then went and the plane circled around drop zone. Nick
and Jack went with little time intervals and I radioed
in to the pilots that I will be the last one. After I
got the ok I took a deep breath and jumped. I don’t
know why but it felt good to be in the air again, I
thought I’d lose it but I felt comfortable. I deployed
my wings and I rose before I glided down to where I can
see the signal beacon shining a weak light. I angled
myself to the light and I glided easily to the light. I
landed yet another successful landing and folded my
WingPacks back into their casing.I took out my rifle
and met the eyes of my team and we stalked off into the
Yakuza’s homeland.
We traveled, tired but somehow alert and the same
time. We backed each other up in the field and we did a
British Special Forces manoeuvre. All of us lined up
horizontally and the inside three would go first by
advancing forward and the outside two would cover them
in case an enemy jumped out and started shooting. After
the inside med would be about 5 meters ahead the
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outside two would catch up and go forward another 5

meters and the pattern goes on. This is the safest and
fastest way to get to a destination. After a few hours
I checked my oversized watch that we got when we first
joined, I pulled up the map which told me that we
should be advancing to a warehouse where it was last
reported to be and will probably still be there. I
signalled for my team to stop and go prone. Once we
were down he crawled over until we can just see it. I
turned on light vision and I could make out guards with
various types of weapons. “Jack, can you look for
snipers?” I asked him. He wordlessly scoped and looked
around the area.
“Two in the guard tower to the south,” Jack
reported. I looked over at the tower, I thought it was
empty but when I looked closer I could see movement
every once in a while. I thought to myself, Jack can
lie down prone without even moving for hours on end but
these snipers seem to be rustling every minute, chances
are that these snipers are not trained or just bored
and tired, either way suits me but the latter is
better.
“Jack, do you think that you can take them out
without anyone noticing?” I asked hopefully.
“Ya, the silencers on these guns also block out
flashes and a lot of noise, I could definitely take
them out,” he said in matter-of-factly way. Take them
out on my mark. He nodded and focused in on them. I
counted the guards, I thought that Yakuza would have
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but of a stronger security but they probably thought

that the forest was good enough and the snipers could
stay hidden and kill anyone who got in, lucky for us.
In total there were twelve guards excluding the snipers
which I am 99% percent sure that Jack would take care
of. So three for the each of us, I looked at my other
guys and told them to line up shoulder to shoulder or a
better view of the field. We all picked our kills and
got ready to eliminate the guards. I checked my
silencer and got into my place.
“One, two, three!” 14 silenced shots went out and
14 men almost fell at the same time, all dead. “Jack,”
I whispered.
“Got’em,” Jack called. I sighed a breath of relief
and we advanced forward.
We again used the British Special forces tactic
and advanced forward slowly and cautiously our eyes
like barcode scanners, scanning the area for threats.
We kept our guns up and pointed it at any sign of
movement. At the last 10 meters I signalled for the
guys to sprint to the door. We ran and he stopped Jason
before we smashed the door alerting the Yakuza. Once we
steadied Jason brad went to work at the door and within
a few minutes it clicked open a bit too loudly but no
one came rushing in carrying a weapon se we advanced in
single spaced line up. Covering each others back, I was
in front and Jason was on the rear. I met my first
victim, he was taking a smoke I guessed behind some
crates but I silenced him before he even got to yell.
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We advanced but I left Jack behind to cover us while we

advanced. He found a good spot to look and where no one
can get behind him. The rest of us spread out and
advanced to where we guessed the dirty bomb was. I
looked out behind my crate and counted at least 20 men,
but there was a different air to these men. They seemed
confident and professional.
“Great, save the best for last,” I said cursing at
my luck. It would have been much easier to face these
guys outside and the outer guards inside. I saw the
suitcase behind them, they milled around and one would
go out of the room every so often to take a break. If I
threw a grenade I could risk setting off the bomb which
would really not be good. If I ordered to start
shooting a stray bullet could hit the bomb, again
setting it off. Not that I didn’t trust my team
accuracy but not even the best soldier can shoot that
well without hitting some inanimate object, which in
this case was a nuclear bomb. I ran through all the
possible tactics but couldn’t come up with one. It’d be
impossible to knife them all because of the number,
shooting or throwing grenades were way too dangerous,
and anything else would probably get us killed. Then an
idea came to me, distraction.
“Jack, go outside, take off your silencer and when
I give the word run into the forest and stay at a safe
distance until I tell you to come back,” I said.
“What,” he replied in disbelief.
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“Just do it,” I said. He got up and stalked back

outside. The others were catching onto the plan. We
heard Jason’s machine gun chug out huge amounts of lead
and about 18 of the guards ran out to support the
guards that were already dead.
“Run!” I radioed to Jason. Jason sprinted over to
the forest and the guards ran after him. I jumped out
of the shadows surprising and killing the two guards.
Nick went up and grabbed the bomb hesitating. I looked
at the small little suitcase and could not imagine what
damage a small thing can do.
“They’re coming back,” Jack called in. I took out
my gun and so did Nick and Brad. We got into cover and
when we heard footsteps we jumped up and sprayed our
weapons in the general direction of the sounds. Pretty
soon we had a bit of stained floor. I triumphantly
stood out of cover and walked out with Brad and Nick
behind me.
“Jack, Jason rendezvous at the entrance of the
building,” I said. We made our way to the entrance
where we met with them. Just then I heard a whistles in
the air and my team fell around me, before I had even
time to react I was also falling to the ground, the
last thing I saw was headlights and men coming towards
me.
Chapter 4
I felt like complete crap. My head was pounding

and I had a bruise on my chest from the fall. When I
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realized I was not in a friendly bunk I automatically

went into soldier mode. I checked my arms which I know
now they were tied behind my back but they were
unharmed. I was tied down to a metal chair that was
bolted to the floor. I checked for escape routes but
all I found was a window with bars that was at least 10
feet in the air. After my body and situation
diagnostics I was relatively unharmed with the
exception to a bruised chest and pounding. Though I
felt it was going to get a lot worse than this. I tried
to move but the ropes held fast. The best I can do
right now is to wait for what is going to come.
Few minutes later I angry looking man came in and
yelled at me in Japanese. I guessed it was his men I
killed. A second man came in and the angry Japanese man
saluted him. He was obviously the superior and he
seemed a lot calmer than the first guy. For a gang, the
order of commands was very organized here. The superior
man walked towards me, his shoes clapping against the
stone cold ground. He had an old but wise face.
Hardened, by what I can tell, years on the streets.
Though he was obviously at least 65 years old, he still
seemed to scare the younger, angrier man that came in
here first. I was even started to get a bit anxious,
this man seemed to know what he was doing and he seems
to have a lot of power.
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I am Tristan, an American soldier. I am dead, I do

“A friend or an enemy Tristan, you may choose what

The first time I met my men was right after my

“Please, we are both captains be casual and cool,”

minds” anyways we had a blast and it was a good start

The next day we were required to do a twenty five

I had to climb over with ropes to help you. I made it

“Today you shall learn who will be what in the team

“I thought we got to choose what kind of gun we

carry all the equipment shown today, optional equipment

cautiously raised my hand. Maxwell noticed and quickly

twelve inch knife, also diamond edged,” I felt a bit

faked,” he said and he added, “I watched my memorial

“At ease men,” he himself straightened up and spoke

us to different parts of building. Nick and I were

We were all gathered in the room with 5 black back

“This fabric also has reinforced diamond and will

international sign of drop off, I undid my buckle and

he was trained in France of the art in Parkour). Then

door which Brad was supposed to cover and Nick and I

I heard the roar of the ATV and Brad and I kept on

like a guy that seems to care for his kids, a real

“Nope, but a ship is on the way,” he said in a grim

the engine telling from the sound it was electrically

said with glee in his voice. Suddenly I heard Henshaw’s

“Yeah,” I said feeling guilty about lying to my

security guard at the weapon storage and got back to

People say army food is disgusting, not here. I chowed

walked in we all saluted firmly and sat down in our

bag and found WingPacks, guess we had to jump off and

to the last one we rode but just a little quieter and

for about half a minute before the door opened

At 2330 we did last minute checks of our equipment

familiar feeling of flying, it made me feel ecstatic. I

“All 10 guards are right across the barrier, the

Jack checked for and found none. The cameras as Brad

They all nodded and I peered over.

“I found an opening,” I said, still advancing

“10, 9, 8,” I tensed up ready to spring out and

through a flash bang down and heard some mild surprised

all the rest of us were supporting. We ran forward and

to go. I had to cover my own back looking all around me

“Is it alright if I moved?” I asked Nick.

don’t know why I’m so jumpy. I breathed a sigh relief,

barely after I felt I got into shape they called us up

We all hurried over to the weapons locker.

noticed the others were sleeping to, all of them. When

it but Jason just kicked it open and we started to

“Brad, get down here, everyone get ready to defend

When the back of the plane opened I went straight to my

bit better but I noticed I was completely starved and

came flooding back in as the dam that was holding it

that there were headphones connected to the machines

“Kimmerich has called an emergency meeting,” he

“That’s the problem; the case it’s in gives off a

“This is our new gas mask,” Maxwell said coming

I got up and got my gear on, checked my gas mask,

outside two would catch up and go forward another 5

but of a stronger security but they probably thought

We advanced but I left Jack behind to cover us while we

“Just do it,” I said. He got up and stalked back