This is the story of our squad. Thanks to SiNNeR he wrote this AWSOME STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SiNNeR's Story
Neon green, the color of advantage, unfair even. In the pitch-blackness of the moon's blanket, that is all that separates the unholy fates. It was a color that I was so fond of. It gave me so much security, so much truth and peace. But all that changed after that night. That night, when all security was exposed and falsified, when all peace disrupted, all truth, lies. Neon green, I know now, is the color of mortality and betrayal, a cheating of fate, not choosing of fate. Neon green is the color of the blood that leaked from Widow Maker, the one who died to save me.
Quick in, save possible POWs and political prisoners, quick out, maybe even some sabotage along the way. That was our mission along the border of the now hostile Russia. I was alone; I am always alone, 400 meters from the camp breach, the breach being the exposed area of the base wall, opened during tank shelling. My NV goggles were on, the only way to kill in the blanket of the blind.
"What does Sinner see?" My headset rang.
Trained in my scope were five soldiers, all prone, about 100 meters East of breach with no clear line of sight. "You are in my pinpoint, Denial." I whispered back. "The breach is swarmed. Six, maybe seven tangos. We also got some engineers working to patch things up."
"And no patrol." Denial replied. "Power still knocked out?"
"They have emergency lights up, nothing real bright. We got the shadows on our backs. Do I have the go to fire?"
"Hold, let us get closer."
From my scope, I could see the five of them start on their way towards the base. On point was Denial, commanding officer, in his hand a carbine. Dick was behind him, heavy assault SAW expert. To his right, Widow Maker, demolitions man, a lone wolf who seemed more interested in his explosions than the commanding officer's word. To his left was Nothing, holding a Carbine with a grenade launcher modification. The man following up was Treach, a young officer, and an inexperienced greenhorn. In his hand was a Carbine with shotgun modification.
I saw the fist of Denial rise, signaling the team to stop. They went prone again. "You have the go to fire." He said.
I love the sound of the bullet as it exits the barrel. It accelerates at an astounding rate, flying so smoothly through the barrel, picking up speed. As it reaches the end, it breaks the sound barrier creating a compact sonic boom, a barrage of sound, a spear to the ear. To me, it is heaven, the rapturous laugh of an angel, the orgasmic cry of ecstasy.
I pulled the trigger. Once, the bullet hollows the neck of one guard and I hear the shouts of panic. Twice, another guard is down, his face splattered all over an emergency light. The third misses. "Shit. I'm out of clear shots."
"We got it from here." Replied Denial.
Watching from my scope, the five moved as smoothly as the shadows. Then the night was lit with muzzle flash. "I can't see shit. What's happening Denial?"
What was returned was chaos through my headset. Denial ordering, "Dammit Treach watch my six. Three tangos to your�" Nothing screaming, "Heads! Crossfire! Treach is down, Treach is down." A couple of grenades explode; the overwhelming blanket of silence once again overtakes the night.
"Denial, you there? I'm not seeing any action here."
"Hold Sinner. We don't need you here. Watch for any patrols."
"Negative, I'm going in."
I stood up and dropped my rifle. At the same time, I swung my MP5 from my back and flipped off my NV goggles. I was running, the cold gust of night gripping my legs, tightening with nervous anticipation. I breathed heavily, puffs of mist bulging and dissipating in front of me. The frost of harsh dew clung to my nostrils. My face grew numb with the frosted wind. I heard Denial order, "Split. Nothing and Widow blow their power for good. Dick, cover. Sinner, withdraw, I repeat, withdraw�" I ripped my headset off.
The breach was sickening. I saw the two that I took out, one without a face lying limp against the wall and the other contorted across the concrete. A little farther in was more death. Three guards were bullet-torn behind a security desk. Two more tangos lay at my foot, shrapnel-ripped. Then there was Treach, poor Treach. I bent down next to him. His chest was hollowed out, blood rolled from the corner of his mouth down the left side of his tilted face, sliding with his crevices and wrinkles. But his eyes, oh God had to be so cruel. His were that of shock, blood shot and unknowingly empty, as if he wasn't supposed to die yet. His life was torn and there was nothing he could do about it. I reached over and shut his lids. "Let the fates fall where they may."
Muzzle flash and gun fire. "The power generator." Running from shadow to shadow, the cracking sounds of fire getting louder and louder, all I could think of were those eyes.
I saw Nothing and Widow running from the power complex far ahead. Three tangos were close behind them. Nothing swung around and let loose the rush of blind death. He tripped, Widow kept running despite Nothing's misfortune. Without hesitation, I sprinted. With the butts of their assault rifles, they were upon him. But he did not need my help, apparently. With his legs, he scissored one enemy down, and grabbing hold of that tango's rifle, he rolled from the ground and emptied the whole magazine into the other two. He turned back around to face the last soldier, who was already to his feet. Unsheathing his knife with his right, Nothing ducked under the enemy's punch and, using the momentum of the swing, tripped the tango and shoved him face down into the concrete. Like a scavenging crow, Nothing was upon him with the knife, the enemy nevermore.
He saw me and ran to the shadow I hid in. "Find that bastard Widow. Mother fucking coward, shit, did you see what he did? Denial requested my back up, I have to go over to the west end of the complex."
I nodded and left his side. At the far end of the complex there is more gunfire. Then there was the deafening explosion of the power generator. I was tossed against the wall, generator being not too far from me. My ear rang with sharp pain; I felt the trickle of blood down my neck as spots of white began to pulse in front of me with growing intensity. I blacked out.
A rude slap across my face was what woke me up. In the cold Russian night, the slap stung, the sharp pinch spreading across my face. "Widow, that you?" I whispered as I rubbed my forehead, the migraine pain slowly fading into dim numbness.
"Shhh, can you hear them? The voices."
"No." I said as I latched on my NV goggles again, the emergency lights now dead. Pitch-blackness overtook the complex.
"This was a fucked mission to begin with. We die tonight."
I stand. "No we won't. Let's move, rally point north of base, we did our job." We were running. We killed five soldiers on our way out, easy with the advantage of sight. Tangos were everywhere, firing blindly. We were so close to the breach, so close to freedom, but the sharp bite of the bullet against my shoulder downed me. Widow saw me lurch forward and cringe. Before I lost balance and fell, I leaned for his support and we both collapsed. "What the fuck are you trying to do? They are coming." He shrilly cried and tried to stand.
I t was then when I knew what I had to do. I remembered those eyes. It was not Treach's time to die, I am sure of that now. I remember Nothing's words. It was not my time to die either. "I'm not dying. It's not my time." I whispered.
I heard the shout of the guards in foreign Russian tongue and broken English. "American, American! Surrender now! Over there! I hit him."
Widow looked at me. "They only saw you. They don't know that there are two of us. What now?"
I put my hand on my wound. When I brought my hand in front of my goggles, I saw the blood dripping from my fingers, a brighter neon green than my hand. I looked back and saw the shivering beams of their flashlights closing in on our position. "One of us will die."
"Wha-what are you talking about?" Widow looked at me oddly, his face creasing downward with ominous knowing. The mist forming at him mouth bulged dissipated quicker. I heard a slight wheezing. We both stood up. Without waiting, Widow began to run. I pulled him into a chokehold with my left, my MP5 trained at his temple. "Wha�" The light thump of recoil as a single bullet is pushed. He died quickly; the bullet exited the barrel and ripped at his skin. It pierced into through his right temple, devouring all matter, destroying all knowledge, all memories lost, flesh wasted. I laid him down, his blood pooling under him, bright neon green. The flashlights closer, I had to leave.
The guards stopped running after they found his body. The loud one boasted, "How's that, huh?" and the others fired into him as if he was still alive.
I was outside of the complex, as I looked back, I could see the flashes of gunfire in the distance. I had to stop running and find a hiding space. The pain had conquered; it surged through my throbbing shoulder and penetrated deep into my head. I felt chest pains as I inhaled, and as I exhaled, the white spots of unconsciousness crept back and mocked me. Slowing down, I came back across my rifle. The world spun and laughed. I blacked out.
