The Alpha's Sniper

Chapter 1

Shots were fired. Bodies falling on the ground with their eyes still open from the shock, their faces filled with pain and helplessness. A group moved down the street. A force of six - all with weapons ready to kill the enemy. The captain threw his clenched hand up in the air and all stopped, while forming a circle. Alle eyes pointing outwards - making a surprise attack impossible. 

There was suddenly a deadly silence in the street, making the men on high alert. Everyone was thinking about protecting their leader, who was the most important in their eyes. The captain thought different in that aspect, he believed that nobody should die on his watch that their lives were more important than his own. Most of them even had families and mates waiting for them. The captain was one of the only ones who didn't, including two other guys from their group. They had all found their mates on the missions that were assigned to them around the world. The team specialicing in rescue missions, their success rate making the squad highly sought after. The military giving them the name 'The Black Ivy'.

The men held their focus and moved further down the road being extra cautious of danger. Their mission was to rescue a group of hostages that had been taken by the IS, when they were on vacation in Syria. They had to rescue five prisoners in the town Al-Qamishli, which was now overrun with enemy troops. The Black Ivy had to find a cabin in the middle of the town square. Get the prisoners out and safely escorted back to a helicopter on the outskirts of the city.
The captain signaled another halt, as the cabin with the prisoners came into view. He turned around 90 degrees, still keeping a view of the square. The captain looked his teammates in the eyes and started making hand gestures. Three from the team were told to go around the square to look for any unwelcomed guests. The last two was said to wait for a report stating everything was clear.

After waiting a few minutes, there was a call over the radio saying everything was good to go. The captain told the men to wait until he was in a safe position; wanting a clear point of view across the square, should anyone dare to attack. Walking around a house, the captain found a staircase leading up to the roof. When arriving a perfect view unveiled. The marine laid down on his stomach, unpacking his weapon, taking everything into view.

The green signal travelled through the radio, and he was left to watch the scene unfold. The assigned men slowly approached the cabin waiting for danger like he had trained them, you could never be sure that there was no danger, always be ware. As they finally reached the cabin and stormed inside, a few shots echoed through the air. Two men tried to escape, yet failed in their attempt. The captain had them in his sight and it was not long after that their bodies were littering upon the ground. A perfect headshot.

The three soldiers came out of the cabin accompanied by three men, one woman and a little girl - all looking around terrified. The small child clung onto what was believed to be her mother with a tearstained face. She raised her head and caught the eyes of the captain. He smiled at the little girl and got one in return. He knew that they could not stay here for long and told the men to surround the small group. Two in front, two in the back, while there were one on each side. They began slowly making their way down the street, when one of the men began complaining about their pace.

Before the team got him to shut up, they were spotted and terrorists began shooting at them from the rooftops. Bullets raining down from the sky. Panic broke out as the package tried to run to safety, which only made them easier targets. The captain stood his ground and yelled for all of them to stop screaming and follow his team into one of the buildings. The group of twelve people started backing up, but then everything went to hell. The woman who had been holding the child fell and dropped her onto the ground away from the group. The attackers had also seen this, hoping to catch the soldiers off guard, one of them began aiming at her instead of the group.

The girl was clearly frightened till she couldn't move. Her shocked state unfreezing as a shot was fired half a meter away from her. She got on her shaking legs and began to run. The only mistake was that she was running away from the group not towards it. The captain didn't think rationally and began running after the crying girl. He yelled for his men to get into the building and wait for their arrival. Pulling out his gun he aimed at two of the attackers and opened fire. This unfortunately got the last attackers attention and they aimed their guns at the defenseless kid. 

A gunshot went off and suddenly everything was in slow motion. The finger squeezing the trigger, the bullet leaving its champer, the pierce of metal flying towards the little girl, her crying form almost floating in the air about to take another step, the bullet getting closer and the captains breathing that kept picking up trying to move faster. He reached the little girl and it was like time started again, two more shots were fired and the captain felt all three bullets drilling into his back; one in the shoulder, the second in the hip and the last one frightenly close to his spine.

The captain heard two shots and the street fell silent once again. He took it as a confirmation that the shooters were dead. He moved a little back from the girl to see that she was fine even after being squeezed too hard in his embrace. Her mother ran towards her and the child jumped into her arms, crying her heart out. The captain smiled, but could feel that he was starting to lose consciousness. His team noticed this fact and Jack caught him before he slammed his face into the concrete. The second in command put his hand on the captains back and received a grunt. Pulling his hand away and noticing the blood, made his heart skip a beat.

The others got the news and the last thing the captain heard before losing consciousness were the desperate cries of his men to keep awake.