The General paced up and down his base: passing tanks and soldiers as his mind was filled with worry about Operation: 337. They'd been gone missing for 4 hours now, he could only pray they were safe, suddenly, Corporal Spud ran up clumsily to the General, his laptop in his dirty hands.
"Sir, we have helicopters out searching for Operation: 337..." said the Corporal, showing the General the now opened laptop.
"Shit, this is bad Spud, if Operation: 337 isn't fully successful, you know what will happen, right?" Said the General smoking a well earned cigarette, whilst gazing into the afternoon blaze.
"Yes sir, I fully know what will happen..." Corporal Spud fired back, looking into the sky.
Without word of warning, three ear-splitting pounding noises echoed throughout the base's reinforced structure. Immediately, sirens started screaming. General Hawkins pulled out his trusty 9 mm glock, and took five treacherous shots into the dust that had spewed up during the explosion.
Lieutenant Alexis stepped out of the dust and into view of General Hawkins.
"What'll it be?" Demeaned the lieutenant, spittle flying from parched lips and the cold, unyielding metal of his gun bit sharply into the Generals temple.
"Bu-but surely," he swallowed thickly, aware that one wrong move would lead to his brains splattered all over the walls, "y-your a friendly. A Brit. O-one of us..?"
Lieutenant Alexis smirked, he was up to something.
"Oh, Hawkins... I couldn't shoot you, we worked together all those years, at Harrogate. We were best buddies. Surrender, or I'll be forced to dispose of you." demanded the stern looking Lieutenant, aiming his Beretta 92 at the General's crouch.
(Author's note: Personally, I like to write my chapters short and sweet, so, bare that in mind, it's what I do in my books.)
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Operation 337
ActionAfghanistan, 2010, Private Williams is left deserted in the middle of nowhere; only a truck and a bunch of dead soldiers to his name. How will Private Williams get out of this dreaded situation?
