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Location: Unknown
Time: 4:58 am
Harry lay awake, staring up at the pitch black sky through the blotchy tan tarp that hovered above their sleeping quarters. He held the photo of Kayleighn to his chest and lifted his head placing the photo back under his pillow before sighing and throwing his blanket off himself, he hopped down from his bunk and paced back and forth in the cubicle styled section he was assigned to.
"Harry?" Louis, questions groggily. "The hell are doing." Harry stopped in front of Louis's bunk and ran his fingers through his hair while simultaneously sighing in frustration.
"I can't sleep." Louis sat up and rested on his elbows, he rubbed his eyes and watched as Harry continued to walk back and forth.
"Well I can, and your making me dizzy." Louis said bluntly.
"Fuck you," Harry scoffed. Louis raised his eyebrows and formed an 'o' shape with his lips. "Sorry, I'm just..."
"Woah, are you high?" Louis smirked.
"No I'm not--"
"Rise and shine, ladies!" Their Sergeant, Jon, yelled from the opening of the tent-like structure they were sleeping. A chorus of groans and moans followed and Jon began to walk forward. "Listen up! The following men are to report to the Corporal Beales after breakfast." He cleared his throat and looked down at his check board. "Styles, Marks, Horan, Watson, Miller, Tomlinson, Jensen, and Krymson. Thank you." Jon stood patiently waiting for the men to leave for breakfast. "Now, ladies! Let's move!"
"Look's like we got a mission, stoner." Louis stood up and slapped Harry in the stomach before walking out like everyone else. "C'mon, let's go." He turned and waited for Harry to begin walking as well but Harry just stood amazed by how someone could be so energetic at 5 in the morning. Louis sighed and turned and whispered to two guys walking behind him. "Don't mind him, he's high."
"Your a pain in the ass, y'know," Harry began following the others toward breakfast while Louis inhaled sharply.
"Man, I love it when you talk dirty to me."
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Harry stood in front of his Corporal Sandy Beales, with his hands clasped behind him and a stern face. He and the other men did as they were told and met with Beales directly after breakfast, but before Harry could finish eating he was called by Jon to see Sandy immediately. So there he stood waiting for Sandy to speak.
"What are you playing at, Lieutenant?"
"Excuse me, sir?"
"What kind of shit are you pulling?"
"None, sir."
"Then explain to me what happened back in Iraq? First you don't respond to the initial alarm and I had to get Horan to wake up your sleepy ass up, then instead of getting on the goddamn plane like I planned for you to, you want to go all Call Of Duty and begin shooting down men as if you had all the time in the world!" Harry stood not saying a word realizing he didn't have a response to justify his acts. "I'm supposed to be able to depend on you Lieutenant."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Don't you ever try and pull that shit again, y'hear me."
"Yes, sir."
"Now listen," Sandy motioned with is fingers for Harry to follow him, Harry walked behind him with his hand remanning behind his back. Sandy entered a secluded room across camp used to monitor the security of the base. A black room with a single red light attached to the ceiling, Private Dan Richards sat leaned back in his chair gazing the radar. Sandy stood in front of a map that hung on the wall across the room. Already there were the other men who were scheduled to meet with Sandy. Harry stood in front next to Louis as Sandy began to speak. "5 miles east is the town Kewantenjho, a small military base for their country though they claim it as deserted, you need to get in there and do a sweep of the area. Claim anything that could signal life or an attack--"
"A raid, sir? Do we even have the clearance for that." Watson asked.
"Yes we do, I want Lieutenant Styles to lead, every man who goes in comes out. Is that clear?" A chorus of 'yes, sir's' followed. Harry felt a slight twitch in his stomach realizing that he would be at fault for all or any injuries brought to one of his men. "15 minutes, be ready. Clear out!"
"I want everyone wearing radio's," Harry demands standing in front of his men who were prepared to leave. Green bullet proof vest's and rifles in their hands with helmets covering their heads. "I need eye's everywhere, you find something, report it, immediately. Follow my count and stay alert. Grab a radio and were out in 5."
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Harry and his men walked along the side of the highway hidden from sight by the large tree's that surrounded the town. Everyone was on the look out for any sign of human life with every step they took the sound of twigs snapping underneath their boot followed. To their left stood a small 4 story apartment building that had clearly suffered some massive damage. Harry motioned to follow him toward the back of the building, he approached the door and pulled on the handle which fell right off. Harry stood back for a moment then returned with his foot making contact with the rusting door. With one more kick the door swung open.
"Tomlinson and Watson, take the first floor, Marks and Jensen, second floor, Krymson and Miller, third, and Horan your with me." With that the men flooded in taking to the floor's they were assigned to. Niall and Harry wandered through the fourth floor knocking down every door in that hall. All portrayed no sign of life. No running water, food gone bad, all that remained was children's toys and clothing. Harry began rummaging through the drawers looking for any legal files left behind but nothing of importance was found.
"Everything clear on the first floor." Louis spoke through the radio. With only 2 rooms on each floor there wasn't much surprise they were already done.
"Anything good?" Harry asks.
"Just bank files." Harry leaned his head back and sighed.
"Bring those up to fourth floor please."
"Copy that." Harry wandered back into the kitchen where Niall sat flipping through a stack of papers he found on top of the fridge. He groaned throwing the stack into a basket and leaning back.
"What exactly are we supposed to be looking for?" Niall question
"I have no fucking idea," Louis emerged through the door holding a folder in his hand, he walked in handing the papers to Harry and waited for him to read them. Niall stood up and headed across the hall to inspect the other apartment for the second time. "Let's just go. See what else is around here." Louis nodded and Harry grabbed his radio. "Down to first floor, were leaving."
"Copy." Harry Louis and Niall marched down the stairs and were met by the other down at the door. Harry did a mental head count and nodded to himself. Niall stood up front and led the group to as Harry covered the back. Niall pushed the door open and they scurried out to the front with their guns at their chest. Harry advanced to the front before they turned the corner that led back to the highway. As he was positive the area was deserted he didn't look before coming across the corner to the front of the building. Harry immediately felt his stomach drop to his feet when he was greeted by 8 men, fully armed ready to shoot Harry down.
"Put your fucking gun down!" Harry removed his rifle from around his shoulder and bent down, he looked to his left at Niall who waited for some sort of instruction.
"Go," Harry mouthed, Niall gave Harry a worried expression and he nodded back confirming his demand.
"Who are you and who the fuck do you work for?"
Long ass chapter but kind of a boring ending. I was originally going to make this 2 different chapters but they were going to be pretty short so I just put them together. Sorry for the long delay, I got caught up stalking the cast of OITNB. How you liking my new cover?
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Lieutenant Styles h.s AU
Fanfiction"Put your fucking gun down!" Harry removed his rifle from around his shoulder and bent down, he looked to his left at Niall who waited for some sort of instruction. "Go," Harry mouthed, Niall gave Harry a worried expression and he nodded back confi...
