Chapter Five-
While we had been asleep, our chopper had flown into a dangerous lightning storm and our tail rotor had been blown to bits. Black Hawk Super Six Six was going down. I got up and shook everyone awake as the pilots broadcasted a mayday signal. I motioned for the team to get as flat as possible on the floor of Six Six. We grabbed eachother’s hands as the Helicopter went into a death spiral. the ground impact was stunning, but no one was seriously injured. I think we had all expected a splashdown, not land. I checked in on the pilots. one broken leg and a busted radio. that was the extent of the damage, but the radio wasn’t good, thats for sure. “Listen up everyone! We don’t know how long we’re going to be here, so we should break camp and have perimiter defenses set to go before we do anything else. I want two volunteers to scout the area for potential campsites, and the rest of us will unload the helicopter for all useable gear and haul it up the to the treeline. Any questions? No? Good. Who’ll volunteer for the scout mission?” Colonels Ramirez and Sanchez decided to go. “All right. Everyone, stay safe, stay sharp, and watch eachother’s backs.” I finished and we set to work. We unloaded survival gear and weapons first, Purified Water and nonperishabels next, then we disasembled the flight compass, radio, GPS and Altimeter from the helicopter’s dash. After that we started a campfire and hauled seats out of the heli while the team Medic, a tall skinny british boy named John Smith who we called Smitty, splinted and set the pilot’s broken leg. the good news was that we had discovered a solar powered batterey charging board, but the bad news is that it is once again the middle of the night. Chargeing all the equiptment was going to have to wait awhile. another peice of good news was that we had found a SAT phone, which meant we could call the Navy with our coordinates, which were in the GPS. As the team leader, that was my job. I picked up the phone and dialed the commander of JSOC (Joint Special Operations Command). “Hi Mr Commander Sir, this is Carmen Cortez calling.” “Where in the name of all that’s holy is your team, Carmen?” I gave him the coords. “The fastes we can get a ship to you is in two days, do you think your guys can hold out for that long?” “Sir, one of the pilots has a messed up leg that needs immedeiate attention, and he’s complaining that his back feels funny now. We may be able to, but I can’t garuntee that we’ll all be home alive if he has to wait much longer for treatment.” “I understand, and we will have people to you as soon as possible. Is anyone else injured?” “Nothing else has been brought to my attention, sir.” “all right then. I say again, can you hold out untill the Navy arrives?” “We’ll have to sir, if any of us ever want to see home again.”
Most of the next day was spent by the time we were able to fix the radio. When we did, we were able to communicate our situation to a passing Austrailian cargo vessel, who willingly took the pilot from SOAR who had broke his leg, who we had learned was named Ken, to a hospital in Kentucky. Now we just had to wait out the rest of the night. Easier said than done, as it turned out. At what was (as far as we could tell) somewhere around midnight, we heard howling less than a mile due south of us. James and I went on what was offically a reconnisance mission, but half way there we decided to go wolf on this one, so as to blend in better.
When we came within scent range of them, we got the shock of our lives.
