The Hunt: Russia

Chapter 1: preparations

                            All the soldiers and personnel All boarded the military jets and prepared to take off.  Jake got out of his hummer and closed the door. They are In a field full of jets, cargo crates and hummers. He looked at the nature and the breeze in his hair and the leaves falling from the trees. His mind was at peace but the world doesn't stop just for him and he knew it. He lifted his helmet and put it over his head and pulled out a gun case from the hummer and walked into the clearing. 

                         People were running all over the place getting ready for the danger that lays ahead. He past two men that were arm wrestling and one was struggling while the other lawned. He seemed to be bored and finished off the match and slammed the other man's arm on the wooden crate they were playing on. He stood up while the other man held his arm. "Pay up." He said to the man that held his arm. He nodded and tossed him a water bottle and a back with bread and butter inside. "Nice doing business with you." Said the other man and tipped his hat and the other did the same. 

                       "Still arm wrestling for food Carter?" Jake asked the winner as he walked up to them. "Of course, we're going to be there for like a month..." He said to him as he put his new food in his pack and the water in his tactical vest. "... and I suggest you do the same." Carter added as he took out his M1911 and took out the clip and examined the gun. Then he took apart the gun and started to clean the pieces. "You still use that gun?" Jake asked him as he put the M1911 back together in. "Of course I am It was the first of its kind." He said as he pulled a couple jars of paint out of his bag. "You wanna paint your gun?" He asked as he pulled out a few brushes. "Sure." He said and sat down in front of him and opened his gun case. He pulled out a AK12 and set it on the wooden crate. "Want a cig?" Carter asked and pulled out a pack of cigs. "Sure." He said back and leaned back in his chair. Carter pulled out a couple cigarettes and tossed one to Jake. Jake excepted the cigarette and pulled out a lighter and lit the cig. He put the cigarette in his mouth and puffed it a couple times before starting to paint his AK12. 

                     They worked quietly and quickly, dipping their brushes in the paint and carefully applied the paint. As Jake worked he puffed the cig and kept working on his gun. Soon they finished their guns. "This one's mine." Carter told Jake and he held up his gun. His gun was completely white with blue stripes running throughout the gun like veins. "Good Job, this is mine." He replied and held up his gun as well. His gun was a red, orange and yellow Camo on his gun. "Nice." He said as he tapped his cigarette on the crate and blew the smoke into the air. You nervous about the invasion?" Asked Jake as he puffed the cigarette and tapped it on the crate and blew the smoke into the air. "Not really. It's just a standard run and gun mission." He said calmly and dropped the cig on the grass and stepped on the it, putting it out and Jake did the same. They stood up and walked toward a small group of people standing around. 

                  "Yo Jacob!" Jake called to one of the men as they walked toward them. They all turned and looked at Jake and Carter.  "Hallo Jake." Said one of them letting his German come out. "What's up Jake?" Said a second man as him and Jake dabbed each other up. "Nothing much Hunter." He said as they all did secret hand shakes and other stuff. "Jacob." Jake said to the first man. "Ja?" (Yes) He asked in his German language. "What's up." He said and shook Jacob's hand. Two more men walked up to the others and waved. "Hi silent. Hi Mute." Jake and Carter said to them and shook both of their hands. They didn't replied because their nicknames tell you everything you need to know. "We got about a hour until take off." Said Hunter and they all got an idea. "Let's go bet for food." Said Hunter, Jake and Carter at the same time. Soon they all ran off to get more food. Soon they came back and had all their food collected and ready to go. 

                       "Let's get to the jets." Said Jake and they all agreed and started to walk towards the jet field. They walked up to a certain jet. "Old 117. Our best jet here this one was used in many missions." Said one of the pilots as he started to prepare the jet for take off. "We're ready to go!" Called another pilot as he pulled opened the stairs and about thirty men including Jake and the others all climbed up the stairs and into the jet.