SEALs

Chapter One

"Twenty-one! I win!"

"Joe, that's not twenty-one."

"It sure as hell is! Look!"

"No it's not. It's nineteen. Do you even know how to count?"

"Will you two shut the hell up?" I growled, turning from my post to glare at them as they sat against the disintegrating wall. They both looked up at me with annoyance evident in their faces.

"Why should we?" Joe snapped, tossing his cards back at Frank who collected them off the dirty cement they were sitting on to shuffle them again.

"Because we're on a stake out!" I hissed before turning away from their stupid card game and raising the NVGs to my eyes. "Ass hole." I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that!"

I hissed at him to shut up again and he grunted in response before they started another game of twenty-one with Frank's deck of cards. Rolling my eyes I stared out at the dark city instead.

My team was stationed here on a crumbling building's roof as we watched the dark city sleep. It wasn't much of a city as it was a town. A small African town riddled with the poor who slept within it. The village that was known as Pemoja was close to the capital of Tembo Bara, the country we were now stationed in.

It wasn't much of a united country anymore. It was the reason we were here in the first place. All army personnel and anyone the United Nations could get their hands on were here. The reason was of an odd sort of civil war which had the people pitted against the government. It turned into insanity as the poor back lashed against the people who were making their lives the way it was. It was the government's fault for refusing international aid to their own citizens when they so desperately needed it.

So what group decided to take advantaged of this situation? The terrorist groups that used to be in Afghanistan had somehow found their way across the countries between and was building up their followers in the broken down country of Tembo Bara. It wasn't difficult to do either. Young men were willing to join if they were taught to believe it would help their country. Taught being the key word. They were easy to manipulate and so began to the fight to not only gain aid to the people but to stop the terrorists from making any other moves into the country.

It had been difficult for the UN to talk the Tembo Baran government into allowing the troops into the country. They believed 'where there was international troops, there was aid.' They didn't want help. They foolishly believed they could handle it all on their own. But when the people went back against them they suddenly decided they needed our help.

As Navy SEALs we had been called in to defuse the situation. We were to be on defence for the people, protecting them from the terrorist's manipulations and from each other, and offence to defeat and drive out the dangerous insurgents.

Our mission at the moment was to find and remove any and all hidden weapons used by the terrorist group. It was the reason we were sitting on a rooftop, under a blanket of stars at that very moment. The reason why we had been staking out this one run down building a little ways down the street for a good three hours. The reason Frank and Joe were arguing about another game of cards.

"I swear to God Joe. When did you go to school?" Frank seethed, dropping his hand of cards.

"Oh! We're using insults now? Cause I got a whole bunch for you bucko!" Joe growled.

I sighed before slouching back down on the small wall that surrounded the perimeter of the building's roof. It gave me a great look out spot for the place we were supposed to be watching which so far had no movement.