Mission 00

The Start of Things.

credit to @AgamerG1152 for helping me with the description and with looking the story over:)

Putting the cold gun on my back, I take off my gloves. Letting the brisk air nip at my fingers. I allow my fingers to glide across the pine piano, my fingers catching into the scratches and dents. I slowly lead my hands down to it's keys. Letting a soft melody to enter my ears, quickly yet slowly, it soothes my war torn soul. Closing my dark blue eyes I take a deep breath. Not wanting anything to end this moment.

But of course something always does.

"Jones get into position. Target entering in 20 minutes."

Sighing I quickly snap back into the only things I've felt the past months. Stress, seriousness, slight rage, and awareness. Shifting my gloves back on and repositioning the sniper on my back, I quickly headed off towards the area I would snipe our target. Letting my sargent know I close.

Now, if you haven't guessed yet, I'm a sniper for the U.S. Army. At first it was as well as one would think. But then things started to get more serious and rushed. I've seen more people fall to the ground dead within seconds in a week then you've seen in your lifetime.

"This is Jones. I have eyes on the target."

"Affirmative Jones. Ready when you are. All units, Jones is in position. When you hear the signal, we go in."

Many understood and affirmatives rang through my ear. I was prepared but, I had a gut feeling. Then again, I always have it, the clenching in my stomach and the thoughts practically drowning me. But you can't blame me. Not being able to know who I was going to lose and if my position would be compromised at anypoint. Not knowing how my family was back at home.

Spotting the target I readied my sniper. Getting ready to fire when all of the sudden I noticed the target's, rather quick, movements. Which is very unusual. Unless he knew someone was there for him.

SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT.

"All units. Something's not right," I quickly said into my com.

"Jones, what's going o-"

My Sargent was cut off, static replacing his harsh voice. Not good in the slightest. I quickly looked around. Attempting to find the rest of my squad where they should be. Not talking into my com. Knowing better than to let my location be compromised. Units 3,4 and 6 were in my sights. The others I was unknowing of their location. Which isn't a good thing. *I have to save what I can of my family* was all that rang through my head. I tried hard to not let the ,not so good, thoughts in. I had to take a risk. "UNITS 3 4 AND 6 RETREAT NOW."

I simply caught glimpses of them nodding their heads. They understood the situation, there was no need to question what was happening. I saw them all move swiftly. Taking odd turns or simply avoiding the area. They knew what was at risk.

I turned away from them. Simply wishing I would see them back at base, if I even survived this. I had taken my eyes off our target for a long time, I knew he was long gone so there was no need to search for him. What mattered now, was making sure that my family made it out safe. That was all. I quickly went into action mode. Sniping down anyone who would try to harm my family. I had nothing at home for me as far as I had known for at least 9 weeks. I had to protect them. Even if it meant my own life to protect them. I was sniping left and right. Not even bothering to hear my squad's consistent screaming at me to hold off shooting. Within a good 6 or 8 minutes, I had managed to take all the remaining enemies out. I stopped and slowly lowered my gun. Finally snapping back into reality.