Callum awoke with a thin layer of sweat coating his skin, his eyes were heavy and a playfull smile spead acroos his lips then scould feeling guilt and anger build up inside quickly. He got dressed still pissed off at what happened last night, when he was dressed he shouted in ander and punched a hole in the chip board door and the splinters and chunks flew in to the hallway. He then fell heavly on to his bed face first and cried. At 45 past 10 in the morning he had cried himself asleep like back when he was a teen, Beth the only thought on his mind: How would she act? What would she say?... The thoughts when on. It was 2 in the afternoon when a Parole officer came down the hall and noticed the wood and splinters littering the floor opposite Callums door, the officer entered and gently shook Callum awake. Callum's eyes were red and puffy while his bed was soaked in his tears, the officer asked if he was ok but only gt a odd sobbing noise from him. The Medical units were dispatched to his quarters to check on Callum, he reluctantly agreed to go through some test. He was then taken to the General who was a fat bastard that had a big bushy 'stashe which looked very well groomed more so than the rest of him.
"Sargent, why are u brung to me on these odd times?" he said with a voice that was so low it was unbelievable.
"Because General, i had punched a hole through my quaters door." Callum spoke with spite in his tone.
"Sargent i expect better behaviour from some one of such high ranking, im going to demote you..." he said without looking up from his newspaper that was placed on his solid oak desk in the middle of the room.
"I respect your judgement." Callum said sarcastically.
"...To private." the ganeral said. The general smiled an evil smile as Callum pulled a shocked face and tried to protest but was showed the door by armed gaurd and sent on his way. Callums stuff was moved from his quarters to a barrack in the middle of the grounds. This was the Redgiment's barracks so he knew that the general had some respect for him at the least.
This barrack was much stricter but with a lot of freedom of what mission or opirating they would like to go on. The walls were painted sea boat grey and the beding was washed green with light grey bed sheet. There was a trunk and the bottom of his bed for his cloths and equipment, he had a thouro look through the trunk and came across a M9 and MP5 both silenced and with 4 extra mags. The door opened and some odd character's camr through it and stared.
"Fresh meat." and "Send it back to the gutter from where it came!" was shouted at him from the group that now made their way to their own beds and started chatting with each other. A thin man going by the name of George Blunt who specialised in the tech side of the operations, he was also the brains of the group, intotal there was 10 but only ever went in groups of 5 on the operations. So Callum was the odd one but was instantly put on the next operation that was tomorrow, he had to infiltrate a hidden bunker in Iraq/Saudi Arabia border that held a POW who was a reporter for a newspaper. This person held information on where the bunker to the Nuculare missiles that they had stole from Brazil. Towards night Callum made his way to bed only to be awoken rudely by George so they could go on their op. They quickly got dressed in a Desert camo with night-vision goggle and thermal scopes on their Barret 50cal's, and hopped in the black hawk chopper and spent the next 4 hours traveling over the their destination.
They hit there destination at 2am and they were placed at a clearing in the forest that had sand covering the floor, they were to make their way 400 meters so they could slowly make their way through any patrols that came up. The Iraqi's were feirce fighters that were physicaly fit but lacked organisation that was their main downfall. The team was made up of Callum, George, large guy called John who was the breaching expert, the scout of the group who was a small bloke that had a huge anger problem oddly named Fred and last of all there was a average guy who called himself shadow, why? Because he was black and was never noticed in the dark. The folage was thick as they snuck through it trying the least amount of noise so they weren't heard, the trees were tall and thin, most bamboo but the bushes had huge dark green leaves perfect for cover in the dark. They traveled about 302 meters befor coming across their first patrol of 4 men and a 4x4 coated in sand. The patrol was 30 feet in front of them in a clearing of the folage.
"Targets insight, should we take action?" Fred said as we dropped to our stomachs and started to 'camando crawl' to an advantage point to take shot.
"Fred take far left, Shadow is second, me and then finally Callum." George said over the com's and slowly counted to 3.
1... We took aim at our designated target.
2... Aim for an instant kill and hold breath.
3... fire.
All that was heard was the sound of stifled gasps and their bodies falling to the floor. When they got up Callum noticed these rifle rounds were extremely deadly as they got in the 4x4, the bodies had broken necks from the force of the bullet piercing their soft flesh causing great bid gashing wound to their neck or where the bullet smashed their skull ripping off half their face in a messy way.
The 4x4 was trashed with foam from the deats and pizza boxes littering the floor of the car and the stench of it was almost unbearable! But they all knew it would be the fastest easiest way to get to the hideout. The road was bumpy and awkward to everyones annoyance the car seats were mostly the frames of it so they sat on their helmets and wrapped a bandanna around their lower face hiding their identity. They changed the mags of the Barret and then changed their weapon to the very reliable MP5 which was attached with a silencer, a lazer tagging system that when wearing night vision allowed u to see where ur aiming more accurately and last of all the tape that Callum done to his ones mag so he could reload faster. The ride to the hideout was 5 mins but They were stopped out side at a heavy guarded looking perimeter.
A man in a bandanna wrapped around his whole face so u could only see his eyes came to the 4x4 and asked what they were here for. Two other men armed with AK 47's gone around to the back of there car to open it up, George the driver could take Arabic so he staled the guy at the front long enough for the rest of the team to find out how many soldier there were. Ten in total,all armed with an AK. Suddenly the iraqy talking to George got anger so we all new we had had long enough to plan our next move. The man at the front shouted aloud at George which was answered by a shot to the head, blowing bits of skull and brain everywhere meanwhile Callum and John burst out of the rear of the 4x4 and shot the soldiers in their chest busting their lungs for good then Callum quickly ducked behind the side door Fred jumped out of luckily killing two men with his spray of fire out of the window. John rushed around the opposite side smashing the butt of his gun hard into an enemies jaw breaking it and sending him to the floor, George had run from the 4x4 to the 2 guard who were rushing over until he dived to the floor letting leash a volly of fire that sent them both to the floor screaming in pain. Shadow had avoided attention by sticking to the shadows as he snuck up to the two soldiers, that kept us pinned and grabbed one by the neck twisting it sharply snapping the spine in his neck with a loud 'KRACK' then as the other turned around he punched him hard in the stomach sending him to his knees.Grabbing his gun by the barrel and swung the butt into his neck jerking his head over his shoulders onto his back, the body slumped to the floor lifeless. They quickly located the hideout from where they were as the road lead to it, careful not to be too loud as the Iraqi's might be looking for they now as some bullets flew around as the Iraqies shot.
The perimeter was an old metal fence that was falling apart and the huts looked the same. there were no guards outside any huts and from the thermals only one hut had some people in it. They edged their way to the hut with the people inside, they opened the door a hint and peered inside. It was dark in the small wooden hut.
"AAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!" The scream can from inside as a thin pasty man ran out weilding a sword, Callum and george had jumped clear out of hte way as the man run forth towards the rest of the group. John was shocked as the man brang the blade quickly into his arm and then with such ease into his large neck making blood spurt everywere. The threat was taken out once John dropped to the floor. Dead. We all raced over to his body and saw instantly he didn't survive the attack, I put my hand on his face and drag it down slowly to close his eyes and Fred placed his hand on his gun that was placed on his chest.
I followed Fred and Shadow as they entered the dark hut, there was a computer but it had been smashed to pieces with wires flowing out of it.
"Mmmm.." a strangled muffle came from the corner.
The other went to investigate the sound while George and i looked at the computer, we found that the hard drive was still intact so i shoved in his rucksack and exited the hut to keep a gaurd outside. It seemed darker now so he placed his night-vision goggles on and lay prone on the sand ground. The muffled sound was the person we was looking for so they untied him, soon as the band around his mouth was off he yelled. "GET THE GOD DAMB FUCK OUT OF HERE IT'S GONING TO..."
'KA-BOOM!"
