Mike had only been gone for two weeks, but couldn't help but have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know that it sounds wierd, but I have a wierd feeling that my plan wasn't bad. It might actually ensure that my love is safe.
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Mike's POV
For some unknown reason I've been extremely anxious today. I don't know what it is, I just have a bad feeling down in the pit of my stomach.
Looking around, I took in the faces of my team. Suddenly, we all heard a loud "BOOM!" as the plane holding the neighboring team exploded.
"Defensive positions, NOW! Mike, grab the RPG!" Our team leader yelled.
As I rushed to the RPG, an explosion sounded, sending our plane spiraling.
The plane hit the ground with a crash. It took great effort to stay awake. Vehicles pulled up beside the wrekage.
"Go!" Their leader screamed, "Take the live leave the dead."
The last thing I saw before I faded into darkness was two soldiers headed my way.
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