I ran out of the building with Jason and the other soldiers on my tail. The soldiers scattered, seeming to know where they should be going at a time like this.
I looked around only to find soldiers running around, trying to get to their locations.
"Come on!" Jason yelled, grabbing my forearm and running to God knows where. "We have to find our team and get them together!"
"Should we split up?" I asked.
Jason stopped and looked around before nodding.
"Yes." he looked at me. "You go west; I'll go east. Meet back here in this spot in thirty minutes."
I nodded and turned around, looking for any signs of my men. I maneuvered through frantic soldiers and stand still buildings and still no sign of my soldiers.
"John!" someone yelled just as another bomb fell, making the ground shake below my feet.
I cursed under my breath and steadied myself on the building. I looked around to where the voice was and saw Peter and Chris lying on the ground. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw them both move.
Chris lifted his head and yelled my name.
"Are you guys okay?" I asked as soon as I got to them. Peter rose to his knee's and rested his forearms on the ground, breathing heavily. Chris was sitting with his legs tucked under him; his hand was on Peter's back in a comforting manner.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Peter wheezed out, leaning back so he was resting on his calves.
I looked at Chris and he nodded to ensure that he was fine also.
"Do you know where the rest of them are?" I asked.
Chris shook his head.
"No, sir. Last time I saw Spencer and Tyler was a couple minutes ago when they broke off to go to lunch." he replied.
I swore under my breath and looked down at my watch; 13:15.
We have to get back to the spot where we were supposed to meet Jason. I thought.
"Come on! We have to go." I looked at Peter. "Can you walk?"
He nodded and stood up with the help from Chris.
"Follow me." I told them and started walking away.
After picking up two more soldiers-Liam and Tyler-we reached the rendezvous point.
"Where's Spencer and Jason?" Tyler asked. "I thought you said they were supposed to be here."
"I did." I mumbled. I looked around the base for my friend, but couldn't find him. Then I looked down at my watch: 13:45.
He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.
I turned back to my friends.
"Something's wrong. We have you go find them." I said.
"We've waited for a couple seconds." Peter said. "Im sure yes on his way."
Red flags immediately went up in my head. If he cared he would know that Jason was always on time. But in the San breath, it was only a couple seconds and with everything that was going on I should expect him to be a little late; but I couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong. Like any other bad thing that has happened, I always followed my gut and instincts.
"No. Something's wrong. Jason is never late. We have to go find him."
"John, I don't think—" Peter started.
"No, Peter." I cut him off. "I know for a feeling that something has happened to him; and I'm going to find him with or without your help." I looked at him in the eyes before turning around and headed East.
Minutes passed and there was still no signs of Jason and Spencer. Throughout the chaos that was happening, trucks were rolling throughout the base picking up wounded soldiers as they go and choppers flying above us, scoping ft above.
A soldier in a Duce and a Half stopped in front of us, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
He got out of the drivers side and came running towards us. I squared my shoulders, ready to fight if necessary.
When the young soldier came closer, I immediately recognized him from the shop, he was the one in the engine of the truck.
"Lieutenant." he said.
"What's the matter, soldier?" I asked. I looked on his jacket and found his name: McCarthy.
"The soldier you were working with at the shop." he said.
My blood went icy as I nodded.
"I seen him and another soldier near the aircraft."
"Are they okay?"
McCarthy shook his head.
"No, sir. Your friend was laying on the ground and the soldier was trying to give him CPR. The soldier on the ground looked like he was dead, he wasn't moving."
he rushed out.
All the air went out if my lungs. My friend, my brother, was lying-possibly dead-on the aircraft base?
"Take me to him." I cut him off walking towards the truck.
"But, sir—"
"I said take me to him." I cut him off walking towards the truck.
I heard him sigh before footsteps followed behind me.
I'm coming Bother.
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Action(Completed) "What is it, Lieutenant?" I asked warily. "Sir, Lieutenant Hertz has been shot." ********* My team and I were called on a mission in Afghanistan. Our mission was to patrol around the border and throughout the city. Little did we know t...
