Saved by a seal / Dylanospyin

ch 1

Lydia's POV
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Pounding.

All I feel is pounding. My head is pounding.

I try to open my eyes but they only open to a slit. They are both swollen shut. Why am I here? What is happening? I don't remember a thing, but all I know is that I am not where I'm supposed to be. I propped up against a dusty wall in a clay compound. I can feel the dust and grime filtering through my clothes.

I think I have a concussion, as I feel the worst head pain in my entire life, it feels like someone is throwing rocks at my temples repeatedly. I still cannot remember where I am or what happened. I might have gotten hit by something or someone so hard that I lost memory. The only thing I do remember, is that I am in Afghanistan reporting for FOX News when they need me.

I try to rub my head, but my hands are restricted and tied by tight rope behind my back. I start to finally panic. I try to scream but there is a rag tied around my head and in my mouth so I cannot cry out for help. I am completely 100% vulnerable right now. I don't know where I am or who I am with. Then it hits me: ISIS.

Tears start to form from my swollen eyes and roll down my cheeks. I cry even harder because they tickle my face and I can't wipe them away. I am pathetic, I know. My breathing gets faster and I start to lose my breath as my heart rate picks up. I am terrified of what is going to happen to me.

Just then, as if on cue, I can hear someone walk into the room. I can feel them getting closer to me because they kick dirt all over my body, completely engrossing me in dust particles. I start to shake, but yet stay completely still. I can feel the man's eyes burning through me; probably with hate, disgust... Who knows though, I could be totally wrong, and it could be a nice guy. I was told in college to have an open mind when reporting, and not to judge people until you get to know them.

I was proven wrong when I felt a fist come down on my face, hitting my already swollen shut eye. After a few seconds it completely shut, and I received another blow to the ear, with what had to be the bottom of an AK-47. I cried out in pain only to get the comfort of a pile of dust which was kicked on me again. I am going to die. I can't see. I can barely hear, and I cannot move or speak. All I can do is feel pain.

I don't know if the man left, but I hadn't received any more blows in the last five minutes so I had assumed that he went away. I don't even know what time it is, and I wonder if anyone knows I am gone. I am scared out of my mind. I have heard what they do to their enemies and just the thought of it alone scared the hell out of me. The only peace I know I could find would be rest, if I could even sleep. I know falling asleep with a concussion makes it worse, so I tried to stay awake...

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Dawson's POV
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"Conley, get your ass up and get your guys! We have a situation" I jolt out of bed and look up at my commander who is standing in the door of our room with a questioning look. "It's bad, so hurry your ass up and get your men". I've been stationed here in Afghanistan off and on for the past 3 years, and this has been one of two times where I have seen my commander with that look in his eyes... The last time he did we lost 6 of our men.

I step out of bed and put on my uniform. Another day in paradise. I step out into the hall and beat on my guys doors yelling at them to get their asses out the door. After about 3 minutes all 10 of us out and we are on our way to the Intel room. Once we get there we see our commander looking at one of our massive computer screens. There is a picture of a girl on the board. I take a closer look and see that she is from America. Shit.

"Listen up boys" our commander starts, "We just got word that one of our journalists was taken during a raid on a village she was reporting from" He then points to a map on the screen, "We sent a drone out to see what we could find, and there is a compound about 11 miles west of Kabul, where we believe she was taken from". He directs his attention upon us, "This is real shit boys. She is one of us". We all nod in agreement then huddle around a table with a small model of the compound and the surrounding area. "We'll drop off tonight around 1:30, (am) then the birdies will be stationed a mile out ready for pickup. You guys will have 10 minutes to carry this out- do you understand me?" All 10 of us reply with a "Yes sir" and he continues with more details.

"We have direct orders from D.C to get her out, by any means necessary. We don't know her condition, but we can only assume she is alive... But she won't be for long, so get your gear and get your asses ready to fly boys".

Before I step out I walk up to the picture and study the girl who we are going to get. Lydia Morgan. I've heard that name before.

"Dammit Conley! Get your goddamn ass out of this room and get your shit together!" I reply with another "yes sir" and jog out of the room down to our artillery room. After 5 minutes we are all geared up with AK-47's, grenades, and other weapons. We are completely covered head to toe where no skin is showing. We look badass.

We all gather in a circle and send a quick prayer up to the Big Man, then divide into two groups and head towards the black hawks waiting to take off.

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woo that was it so far... my knowledge about the military isn't the best, but it'll do.

I am really excited for this story!!

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