Sounding the Seventh trumpet

Prologue: 02

Prologue: 02

            The sun is beating down upon the desert sand a sniper and his spotter are camping on the mountainside. They’re eating crackers, and watching a dirt road that looks to not have been used in years. A convoy of five black vans gets noticeable as the distance decreases between them. “Hey,” the spotter says, “Sandman, look.”

“Great, they were right. Call it in.”

“Command this is echo 2 we have our sites on Al-Behnam. He is riding with his convoy. I repeat we have sites on Al-Behnam.”

“This is command, do you see what truck he is in.”

“Tell them he is in the fourth one back.” Sandman said as he looked through the scope o his Mk-12.”

“Roger that, we have a drone over head, getting feed now.”

“Roger-”

“Reaper get down,” Sandman says. Reaper hits the ground and looks through his spotting scope.

“Echo 2 do you read,”

“We read you command,”

“We need you to stop Al-Behnam before he reaches the Iran boarder and we lose him.”

“Roger,” Reaper says. “You ready man.”

“You know it,” Sandman says.

“Wind speed is 5 miles per hour going east, distance is 40 km away. Send it when ready.” He can hear his heart bet in his ear, a steady pace, like a calm river in a forest. There is no sound, no sand, no one else except him, his gun and his target. His breaths are soft and fires, the bullet goes through the front glass window. The truck stops abruptly and men pour out of the cars.

“That’s a hit.” Reaper says. He gets on the radio. “Command this is echo 2 target’s down what’s the eta on our evac?”

“Roger that echo 2 good work.” The radio goes dark. “Echo 2 we are seeing heavy enemy forces converging on your location, you are advise to get out of hostile territory as fast as you can.”

“Roger that-”

“Reaper!”

“wha-” he stops and notice a helicopter armed coming towards there location. “Command do you see this.”

“We see it echo 2, we advise you leave now and return to friendly soil.” He grabs his M4 that has an ACOG scope, and M203 grenade launcher attached to the bottom. The soldiers by the vans notice them and start moving closer. Sandman picks up his MK-12 and starts to pick off the closes ones first, while Reaper shoots at the ones farther back.

“It looks like there not happy with us.” Reaper says to Sandman.

“No really, what gave you that idea, them wanting to kill us or are you a fucking psychic.”

“You can call me Ms. Cleo-”

“Duck,”

“No I’m pretty sure that’s a chopper.”

“And it looks angry.” It shoots its miniguns that are attached to its wings but misses by a few hairs. “Alright,” Sandman says he uncovers a Barrett M107 .50 cal sniper rifle. “No more mister nice guy.”

“When, in any of this, have you been nice?”

“And you please keep shooting and the people trying to kill us!”

“Alright, all you had to do was ask,” Sandman stops looking through the scope to glare at Reaper that has a big smile over his face and is chuckling. He looks back through the scope and fires. The bullet rips through the pilot and the co-pilot, with ease. The chopper starts to lose control.