Delta 1

Luka

Hey guys! This is my first time writing on Wattpad and I was really just messing around so please don't judge. Also as a warning there will be scenes of violence and cursing in it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy

"You ready?" I asked Julian, my voice muted by the helmet. His response was just as muffled. "Yeah. I was waiting on you."

"Had a little run in. Nothing I couldn't handle. Let's move," I ordered. I opened the wrist panel, letting the grappling hooks extend. They fastened to the roof, hooking over the ledge. I jumped up as high as I could go, which was about 10 feet up. Training was really helping me.

We paused by a window, and I played around with the buttons on my wrist panel, trying to find infrared vision. "How the hell do we use this?"

"You click the button," Julian replied, as if I was stupid.

"I know that much. Where's the button? Which button?"

"You would know if you didn't fall asleep when Kapitan was explaining," Julian accused. 

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry if I was up all night doing your work. NOW TELL ME WHICH FUCKING BUTTON."

"Let me." Julian reached over and clicked one of the hundreds there. Instantly, my visor adjusted to the setting. "Cool. Now let's go already." He muttered something about how I was the slow one, but we both went silent as I started working at the window. If a certain amount of pressure is added at the right spot. The glass should just slide right out.

We slipped inside, and I reached for my knives as Julian got his gun, silencer already attached. Our orders were simple. Get the hostages. Kill everybody in our way. Delta 1, special elites were a harsh group. The catch phrase even proved that -- Where we come, negotiations stop.

Julian's feet hit the ground with a slight thump, ad I whipped around, motioning at him to shut the hell up. Instead of engaging, which was mature for him, he pressed a button, turning on the built in flashlights.

It illuminated the dark room, letting us see our surroundings. It looked like a pretty comfortable living room that was left unattended for around a year. A massive couch in the center of the room, a slightly outdated TV, a table, and a rucked up rug. Piles of dust were gathering in a corner, and I was pretty sure that I could see at least a few spiders making their home in the corner of the room. Gross.

The place was eerily quiet. It creeped me out. "I'll go left," I told Julian. He nodded and took the right side. I switched on my lights and started searching through the room. It was pretty empty, so the job didn't take long. Julian and I met back in the middle, and he shook his head. No luck either.

I was frustrated. These terrorists were a tricky bunch. We've been trying to get at them for almost a month, which was longer than almost anyone in history. Tensions were brewing between Kyrzenia and Tazendra. We've been on the brink of war for years, both of us collecting weapons and sending threats but not quite making any moves yet. Both countries know that it could lead to a full world war, possibly even world destruction.

And lately terrorists and spies have been coming more and more often. This last one was the worst yet. They'd kidnapped people who had plenty of influence and Kyrzenia wanted to keep safe at all costs. Many others have been sent in to retrieve them, but they disappeared, possibly dead. The army had to send in the best to find them.

Not that Julian and I were the best. We were both really good, but all the older people in our division looked down on us for being younger. We were just expendable to them. It was all a piece of shit.

"We should try going down," Julian said, breaking me out of my thoughts. "There's nothing in here, that's for sure." I agreed, so we went downstairs. The setting on out visors showed us any potential bombs, grenades, or anything else that could explode. Nothing.

On the last floor, we finally found something. There was a door behind some curtains that I never would've thought to look in, if not for the fact that we were almost underground. There wouldn't have been windows, so why were there curtains?

It was a steel door with 6 digit combination lock. "I got this," Julian said, wedging a small grenade into the door crack. We took cover as it hissed, then let out a small explosion. The door shattered. The Terrorists probably weren't expecting such an aggressive, noisy way to enter. They most likely thought we would waste out time trying to pick the lock. Neither Julian or I had the patience to do that. But still... It was too easy. Way too easy.

"Trap?" I asked Julian.

"Definitely," He confirmed. "Just be on guard." I didn't need to remind him that I was always on guard. He already knew.

It lead down a dark corridor, which made me think something was going to jump out at us. It was a good time to alert our retrieval crew just in case things went horribly wrong. I pressed the big button right in the center of the panel, which even I couldn't miss. "We've found something. Ground floor. Door behind curtains." I cut the connection before anyone could reply. I wasn't standing there talking right in the open. I don't have that much of a death wish.

I heard footsteps coming and pulled Julian into a corner. We stood there barely breathing as the man walked past. He was heavily armed, and his hand was resting on a pistol. Julian nodded at me, and we trailed the man for a few steps, before he sensed something was up. 

He turned around and swore, "Queros les feck?" What the fuck? He raised his gun, but I moved first. I flung one of my knives, hitting him square in the eye, punching right into his brain. Blood, eye fluid, and gore spattered the handle, but I wanted the knife back. I loved those knives! I reached down to pick it up and Julian hissed, "You're a sicko. Don't touch that!" I ignored him, putting it back with my other weapons.

We moved on to a room where voices were coming from, and I smiled. Jackpot. I grabbed my gun, made sure it wasn't jammed, and fired 3 times. The first bullet caught one in the back of the head, the second hit someone in the heart, but the women turned, causing my third to miss.

More were starting to fill out from other hallways, joining the fight. A bullet grazed my arm and I swore under my breath. My left hand was starting to turn numb. Great. Now I would have to use my right.

I fired back, killing another one, took a sword off my sheathe on my back, and moved deeper into the fight. I preferred up close combat. I swung at one of their legs, before feinting right and driving it into their gut. I twisted violently, causing them to gurgle up blood. Then I yanked my sword out.

I moved on from one person to the next, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on for. I was losing blood fast. Someone had tried shooting me in the ribs, and I moved to the side, but not fast enough. Pain shot through me as I doubled over. Dimly, I was aware of Julian backed into a corner, then even more commotion as the rest of out squad came into the room. They'd found the hostages. We could now leave.

But as we were walking out, one of them came in with Mr. R. Karales, possibly the most important of all hostages. I could get him, kill the guy, then get Julian to help me get him out. Wait, where was Julian? I scanned the room for my squad, and didn't see him there. Then I looked to where I last saw him and my blood froze. He was lying unconscious on the floor.

I couldn't get both Julian and Karales. This was the biggest decision I've ever made in my life. My best friend, or one of the most influential people ever? Sure punishment, or rewards?

I closed my eyes, sure I would regret what I chose.

WC - 1404. Hope you liked it! Again, this is my first story, so please don't judge. I'll try to update again soon.