Confined With Security

Prologue

"Take position."

Men marched with combat boots and protective bullet proof vests, rifles clung to their chest.

"All stand by."

Men took their coordinated positions. Kneeling, standing, leaning against alcohol filled barrels, ancient old tree trunks and a stone built well. They stood their grounds, positioning their weapons.

"Steady."

Men exhaled, ignoring the beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, dripping effortlessly off their chins. Fine layers already covering the skin of their necks and chests.

"Move in on my command."

The large wooden, stray Oak house lit with streaming sunlight and the joyful chit chatter of drug dealers. Hot, lit cigar smoke escaped the open windows, carelessly joining the fresh warm air wafting around the area.

"Curtis, Maverick, all clear. Go."

Two strong men stepped forward, gas masks professionally strapped to the safety helmets propped over their heads for protection. Quietly stepping onto the creaking floor board, they leaned against door frames, listening to the sounds of lurking danger.

More sounds of humor occurred, confirming the oblivious attention of the targets.

Passing a nod, Lieutenant Travon Curtis stood in front of the door, heaving a heavy foot against the flimsy door, breaking it into two pieces before aiming his powerful weapon at any unexpected intruder.

Captain Ares Maverick spun into action, rolling in a few canister of gas and explosives before standing back, both taking cover. A bright flash flickered before a thundering bang-like sound followed through, exploding the once firm window into a million pieces.

"Move, Move, Move!"

The Commander shouted through his military walkie talkie. The twelve men moved closer to the Oak house, while Captain Maverick and Lieutenant Curtis entered the premises, preventing a further war to begin.

Several Russian men scrambled from the middle of a poker game, retrieving hidden weapons taped under tables and placed within drawers. The Soldiers fired, aiming for knee caps, calves and thighs before hiding behind slobs of wood for protection.

Each Soldier fired shots at the Russian men , until only two were left standing. They shifted from behind the wooden chairs and walls, firing their weapon until realization dawned upon them.

They were out of ammo.

They moved to make an escape but remained unsuccessful. Captain Maverick tackled one to the ground, fortunately coming out on top from the fall. Steadily sitting over his opponent, he threw a punch, close to knocking his opponent unconscious.

Lieutenant Curtis followed through with a painful strike, bashing the end of his gun against the opponents face, causing him to fall on the ground and cup his nose.

Unfortunately, Captain Maverick posed unfocused to realize his opponents strike when he searched for the handcuffs. With a quick body roll, the Russian drug dealer sat on top of Captain Maverick, having the upper hand by slamming punches against his gas mask, earning a few grunts.

But it didn't stop the trained soldier.

He used his legs muscles and flipped his opponent over him, standing up before posing a guarded martial arts stance.

"Halt." The Commander yelled. Preventing other soldiers to intervene the fight before calling out to the few soldiers to retrieve the vehicles to load the evidences of marijuana plantation and growth.