The War I Fought

Animals in the Havana

January 22nd, 2029
11:59 PM
Atlanta, Georgia
Outside the Havana Club

"Alright. I'm in position."

"Okay, I can tranquilize a few of them as you go on, so try to keep it non-lethal."

"You know that is not my style, George."

"Chase. It's Three-Three-Three. Not whoever George is."

"Oh, I'm sorry, 'Three-Three-Three'"

"I'm tossing the flash in ten seconds. Be ready."

"Eyes are covered."

"Ten.. nine.. eight.. seven.."

Chase Winston sat behind a dumpster in an alleyway with his eyes closed, listening to his younger brother, George, count down. It was hard for anything to be seen, as the alley had become extremely dark with nightfall. Six soldiers wearing black and red body armor, complete with balaclavas rather than helmets, marched slowly down the alleyway, stopping at a back door to the Havana Night Club. One soldier squatted down to the height of the lock and began to stick lock-picks inside of it to open the door. As soon as Chase heard his brother's frequented phrase of "go time", he stepped out from behind the dumpster to face the soldiers.

"Breaking and entering are we?" Chase pronounced, placing a hand over his eyes. The six soldiers stood erect, staring at Chase, fumbling to draw their weapons before they were all blinded by two explosions of intensely bright light. Chase released his hand from his eyes, running forward, grabbing the closest soldier by the shoulders, before slamming him into the wall by the head, sending him into a deep sleep. Chase followed that up with an uppercut to the next soldier before him, knocking him onto his backside, out cold. He then ran up to the next soldier, jumping into the air for an aerial knee to the jaw. The next two soldiers wiped there eyes, drawing their weapons.

"You're done for." One soldier yelled, his triumphant grin able to be seen through the face mask. That wide smile soon digressed into a sagging daze as the soldiers eyes rolled up in his head. He fell to the ground, fast asleep, a small black needle imbedded in his neck. "What the hell" was all the second soldier could say before he too fell to the cold pavement with a similar needle between his eyes. The last soldier, seeing that he could not win this fight turned and began to run out of the alley. He pulled a radio, yelling all manner of codewords. "I need backup now! Numero Operative's at the Havana Club!" The soldier said, before falling onto his face asleep, a fresh tranquilizer needle stuck into the back of his head.

     Chase smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Area is clear, mission complete. Let's get back to the Evac point, Three-Three-Three."

     With the all-clear signal, George pounced down behind his brother, reloading a scoped tranquilizer gun. "That wasn't very difficult at all. Why do you think they were picking the lock to the club?"

     "Beats me, I don't think the bouncer allows in guests with assault weapons." Chase responded, as he sat down on the cold ground. George tossed him a small lamp, to which he clicked on, a blue light filling the alleyway. Chase wore very light body armor, consisting of a Kevlar vest, a short sleeve navy blue combat top, navy blue cargo pants with knee pads, tall black boots, and a military scarf covering his neck up to his mouth. He looked up at George, his brown skin showing shadows from the angle of the lamp. "Why did we have to go non-lethal?"

     George sat down next to Chase, he wore similar attire, aside from a bandana covering the top of his head rather than a scarf, and a long sleeve version of the combat top. The lamp illuminated George's face. He was a few shades lighter than Chase, and did not share any common facial features. "The No-Casualty Pact is still in effect. No death allowed from either side."