A few weeks passed from Acid's death,the survivors were in a grey room, seated in steel chairs .I told Rain to go to the computer,bring up the PowerPoint presentation.The first slide an in color image.A maroon colored back ground draped upon the slide,showing an image of a small village in a Vietnamese jungle.
Rain's thin frame was reminiscent of a skeleton in a suit,yet he gazed into my eyes, his steely eyes grey as the clouds of the day when Acid died.His persuasive voice asking"What's the objectives of the operation,code name, how will we replenish Acid and Tower's demises?"I responded"Code name's Metal Storm,intelligence suggests that Micro, a missing operative presumed deceased is alive and well, Lone Star is to stay here to isolate the capable recruits."I nod and SlitThroat's thin,tanned face nodded as if understanding of this operation.
My voice went on,the memory of the deceased lingering like a foul odor."Extreme terrain,we want to proceed cautiously, a swamp beneath the dense jungle, a dense jungle on three sides and the third containing steep terrain,traps unknown. The locals support a militia known for a strategic mind. Do the best we can to appear friendly,funding is unknown.Gazelle and Assassin are to stay in the mountains,Gator and the others are to be in the swamp.There's one path, a dirt road blocked by an electric fence,turrets,guards. "
The nodded and Mage interrupted"Bull,your task force is to leave immediately, are they aware of the task?Your ride is a SeaHawk."I replied "Yes, my soldiers know their duties, the operation.Commence Metal Storm.Is Chimera ready?" An instant reply"Yes, go now."
I used sign language to signal everyone to go. Grabbing Rain as he got up,I stared into his steel eyes "Your in charge of us if things heat up with my situation, no permission to fire unless fired upon.Toad's supposed to be with me.Thanks, should be an easy operation.Go"
I ran out the door, protected less than last operation.This time,wearing a leather jacket,neon orange watch, My blue shirt and black pants designed for this climate.I hopped onto the helicopter, told the pilot to lift off.
Gator's green eyes like algae stared off into the sky as he quiped up "Seems like a simple mission.What's the weather?How long are we to stay here?"His eyes showed he was pondering about his friend, his dead friend who died under my command.I was responsible for the team's lives, yet I failed in my duty.
My rapid answer was "Humid, hot,expect rain.We'll be there for two or three days, no more than a week. I'm sorry for failing to save his life, but we need to this so someone else's life can be saved, he'll save a few more lives."The pilots were standard, none-operatives of our organization.
The few boats code-named "Chimera,Chimera Two and Chimera Three" had a paint mark engraved into silver steel.We flew for a few hours,Toad's visor an array of glass shards from Tower's visor,Acid's visor and his own visor.His face having a small brown stubble of facial hair as he stared into the sunrise.
Purple tendrils,sleek and few,far between appeared to be fingers of a hypothermic giant.The day was just like any of the other thousands of operations I've had been part of.Yet a gut feeling said it would be different.
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A series of Scars
ActionThree division leaders, in an undisclosed Special Forces organization state individual missions, of their divisions.A dramatic novel with a lot of suspense,action,horror.
