Untold Tales

Sundara

*it sounded good in my head*

1.

《1943, North Africa. WWII》

A man in his late forties sat at his desk, sun-faded army issue clothes stuck to his back with sweat. His black hair was slowly drying with the faint wind from a portable fan. He was looking over the days  mission reports, one in particular caught his attention.

While on our way to the mission point, we had run into trouble with a German scout column. We had quickly eradicated the threat and continued on with no other treats. The point had been destroyed, and the Germans made no move to rebuild. There were no casualties or injuries, though Private Pettigrew did receive a rather nasty bruise.
-0500 Thursday, March 1st, Srg. Moffit.

It was an everyday report, but he couldn't help but raise a little curiosity at this Private Pettigrew. Sifting through more reports, he found many from Sargents Troy and Moffit, all including Pettigrew, and another private by the name Hitchcock.

This peaked his interest even more, leaving the reports on his desk, the man walked across the room; to a wall lined with filing cabinets.

He found Pettigrew's file and opened it up. The file held a picture of a fine looking young man, with a head of bright hair, and a shy smile. He silently read over the file beside Pettigrew's snapshot, telling everything the Army needed to know about him.

Private Pettigrew's first name is Tully, he's a private first class, and comes from Kentucky. From the reports, he was known in his squad as "the first best driver."

The man placed Tully's file back into it's place, then sifted out Hitchcock's.

Hitchcock shared the same bright hair as Tully, but wasn't smiling, he had his arms crossed in a smug position. Hitchcock was formally known as Hitch, through his first name was Mark. He was also a private first class, and according to the reports he was "the second best driver."

The man smirked, placed the file back in it's slot and moved to the large continent window. The compound below was bustling with activity. Sand was blowing  intricate patterns across the ground, but it didn't hinder the soldiers and Arabs from their work.

2.

I found something." Tully Pettigrew slid in next to Mark 'Hitch' Hitchcock on a mess hall bench.

He smirked a trademark smile and held out a folded slip of paper to Hitch. Hitch stared at it for a moment, blindly forking his mushed army food.

Hitch took a breath in "you found a piece of paper?" He joked, grabbing the said paper from Tully's hand.

Tully scooted closer to Hitch as he opened the folded paper "it's a map." Hitch blatantly stated.

"Not just any map, Hitch-" Tully ripped the map from Hitch's hands "-a treasure map."

"Oh, ok..." Hitch turned to Tully, who was holding up the map, trying to read it "so this map is supposed to lead us to what treasure?" Hitch asked, staring incredulously at Tully.

Tully placed the map on the table, pushing condiments out of the way "I'm not sure..." he trailed off.

Hitch hummed his proof, and turned back to his food, which was now spread about his tray. Dropping his fork, Hitch sighed and got up to throw away his discarded mush.

Tully perked up and followed Hitch "Tully, if we were to go find this 'treasure' we would get lost." Hitch said, dumping his food into the trash bin.

"How do you know?" Tully started "and come on Hitch, when are we ever going to get a chance like this again?" Tully stopped Hitch as he made his way toward the mess hall doors.

Hitch grabbed his red kepi from his jacket pocket and placed it on his head "I know we won't get far because you can't even read it Tully."

Hitch pressed Tully to the side, made his exit, and continued onto the tents across the compound. Tully smiled mischievously, grabbed the map and exited the mess hall.

2.

Two American army Jeeps pulled to a stop beside a high dune, each Jeep held a mounted fifty caliber machine gun. A man in his early forties placed an Australian bush hat on his sun baked black hair.

"Hitch. Feild glasses." The man held out his hand toward Hitch, as he was handed a pair of binoculars.

He ran up the side of the dune and lay down facing away from the Jeeps. Another man wearing a dark British forces cap stood up and began walking toward the other man.

Tully removed his regulatory helmet, setting it on the butt of the holstered Tommy gun attached to the Jeep.

Shaking his hand through his sweaty blonde hair, Tully stared out at the vast sand dunes "wuddo you think it is this time Hitch?" He asked, not looking over to the other driver.

Hitch popped his bubble gum and looked up toward the two men on the dune "probably another scout column."

"Hitch?" Tully spoke up, urgency edging the question.

"What, Tully?" Hitch turned to Tully, who nodded out to the flatbedded sand "Well shit."

Tully stepped out of the Jeep and held up a pair of binoculars "Sarge!" He quickly called out.

Both men turned at the shout, they found Tully pointing out into the desert, where a large dust cloud was being kicked up.

"Crap, Moffit." The man in the bush hat cursed.

The British man spun around from his position on the ground "they must have known we would be here Troy."

Troy adjusted his hat and nodded before running down to the Jeeps with Moffit. Jumping onto the back, Troy mounted the fifty caliber, as did Moffit.

"Let's shake it!" Troy shouted just as Tully and Hitch started up the engines.

*weird ass time skip to much later on in the story cuz I didn't write the rest down*

3.

Tully carefully looked up at the high noon sunshine. He glanced behind him, spotting Hitch dragging his feet in the scorching sand. Squinting ahead Tully could barely see a structure, distorted by the sun's heat.

Pointing out, Tully reached for Hitch as he came to a stop next to Tully "Look." Tully breathed out, his voice dry with dehydration.

"What is it?" Hitch rasped, trying to see through the reflecting heat waves.

Tully shook his head "I don't know, but it looks like something with shade."

END.