The Tragedic Miracle

Chapter 1

"Ma'am," a voice called my attention. "A distress signal."

"Whose?" I coolly asked.

"Colonel Becker's, ma'am," she replied.

I gulped at this, "Track him, and send Lt. Hunt in for extraction. Tell them it is imperative to retrieve the colonel."

After months of being AWOL, this was the closest lead we've had on him. I'm not losing him now, not again.

My phone rang, it was Lt. Hunt, commanding officer of the 3rd rifle platoon, "Did I receive the correct orders, ma'am? Col. Becker?"

"Yes," I responded. "Now get to work, I insist you include Sgt. Williams and Sgt. Honda."

"Yes, ma'am," and the call was ended.

I hope this goes well. Please, please.

***

"Sir," Sgt. Williams called my attention. "The colonel's beacon is 200m away from us."

"200m?" I confusedly asked, there was nothing in this freeway but a truck a few hundred meters ahead of us. "Recalibrate that."

"Yes, sir," he obliged.

Then a thought occured to me, "Sgt. Honda, get close to that truck," I ordered. "Don't lose sight of it."

"Yes, sir."

"Sir, after recalibration, it's still the same," Sgt. Williams informed me."The beacon seems to be coming from.."

"From?"

"That truck, sir."

So I was right. "Pick it up, Sgt. Honda."

"Yes, sir," he replied. "But, if I may add, they're speeding up just the same way as we are."

"Are you saying they're trying to evade us?"

"Affirmative, sir."

"Well, now I doubt that they'll sit and talk," as I leaned over our weapons cache. "Initiate boarding procedures, we're getting onto that truck."

All men began moving as commanded. I began equipping my weapons and equipment, same as Sgt. Williams, while Sgt. Honda sped up to the truck.

As we got parallel to the truck, from behind us came gunshots. "What the fuck?!" I shouted. "Was no one looking at our rear?!"

"Shit, sorry, sir," Sgt. Honda apologized. "There's two of them, sir. Stolen Company humvees, I'd assume."

"They're as bulletproof as we are," I stated. "The hell do we do now?"

"Sir, I agree that they're bulletproof," Sgt. Williams smirked. "But they don't have anti-tank weapons like we do."

"Right," I grinned. "Good thinking, sergeant."

The sergeant then began to assemble the SMAW as I started returning suppressing fire.

Once assembled, Williams immediately opened the hatchet, aimed and fired, all in the matter of seconds.

Once the rocket hit one of the humvees, both exploded. "What the hell?! Great shot sergeant!"

"I don't think the second was mine, sir," he fumed. I squinted through the smoke and saw another humvee through the smoke with a passenger holding a weapon and signalling to us.