A Fighting Chance ; teen wolf ; jp

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The sound of a helicopter could be deafening to some, but over my time in the Marines, I quickly learned to adjust it to background noise, just as I was doing now. 

I was with the members of my Seal team on a mission, their last names Santiago, Rodriguez, Hudson, James, Foster and Martinez.

"Alright boys listen up!" I yell over the sound. "Right now we are heading into one of the most dangerous regions, known for their radical terrorists. We are here to retrieve a computer chip that has been stolen from us and that contains the name of our brothers in witness protection. We are here for them!" I shout to them. "Who are we?!" I yell

"Seal team 7! One of the best and most elite Seal teams in the world!" They shout back. 

I always loved when the boys had gotten riled up, it was one of the few things I could enjoy in a moment like this. Hudson would let his ears go red from the yelling, and Rodriguez would always jump a little. It was always the little things I treasured over these boys, because it was some of the best things about them. 

"Again!" I yell.

"Seal Team 7!" They repeat. 

"ONE MORE TIME!" 

"SEAL TEAM 7!"

"Okay guys, we are dropped off here." I speak into the headpiece as we all put on our helmets. "Shoot only if necessary and threatened. We wanna stat quiet and unnoticed. We have no clue how many men they have." I inform them. "Night vision goggles on, and make sure you do a double equipment check. I don't need anything failing on us when we're out there." I command and they oblige. 

It's about 2 in the morning and pitch black out, our dark and heavy military uniforms making us blend into the night while our boots keep us light on our feet. "Ready team?" I ask, and they all click the safety off of their rifles. 

"Yes ma'm!" They say, and I nod in confirmation. 

"On my count." I say through the earpiece. "3...2...1...and go! Go! Go!" I say as I jump the 5 foot drop from the helicopter. I land and swiftly start to maneuver forward, making no noise, and having my gun at the ready. I hear 6 thumps behind me, and I know my men are behind me. 

I lean against a wall and check to see if it's clear. I signal my men to pair off in 2's and head forward by myself, ready for anything that could come my way. 

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The execution of the actual mission was clear and clean. We had gotten in there, got the chip, and were on our way back to the helicopter without any mistakes, run-ins, or disturbances. 

"Boys, you get on first!" I yell. 

First Hudson climbs on, then Santiago. Martinez follows, and  so does Rodriguez, and Foster. Suddenly no more people are climbing up, and I take a look around. "Where's James?" I ask and the men all look around. "Where the hell is James!" I do a quick spin and see him now where in sight behind us. "Martinez! He was your partner! Where the hell is he!" I yell as I turn to look at him, and he gulps.

"I don't know General! He was behind me when we left!" He said and I took another look around. "I''l go with you!"

"Damn." I curse under my breath. "Don't do that! I already have one missing man on my hands, I don't need your life in the cross hairs with him!" I hand the case with the chip in it over to Hudson. "Take this! I'm going back for him and you are all to stay here and protect that chip! It is worth over 90 billon on the black market and you will protect it with your life! You will not leave this chopper and in 8 minutes you will take off! Whether I am on here or not! Whether James is on here or not! Whether we both are on here or not, you will take off in 8 minutes. Do you understand me?" I ask and they nod. 

I stand up straight and salute them, knowing that I might not get a chance to ever do so again. "If I do not make it back, it has been an honor serving with you men. And I would gladly do it over again if given the opportunity." I look at them and see them with watery, but steel eyes. "Do not blame yourselves If I do not come back. We are Seal Team 7!" I yell and I get a 'HOORA' In response before I turn on my heel and dash back towards where I last saw James. 

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"James!" I yell when I see him stumbling around. I run to him. "Injuries?" I question, and he nods. "Where?" I ask.

"A bullet wound, not classified, to the lower right thigh, and a stab wound to the right shoulder." He says and I nod. I hear yells and look over his shoulder to see about 20 men coming at us with weapons in hand. I curse under my breath.

"Here's what's going to happen!" I yell and he nods. "Enemy is fast approaching and you have about 5 minutes to get to the chopper. It's in the same place we left it and I'm going to take your place as hostage. There's no way we'd be able to outrun them together. Not with your bad leg. You will go and tell superior officers about me when you return. You men do not play hero, and come back to me, you will just get yourselves killed! Do you understand?" I ask and he nods. 

We salute each other before he takes of in the direction of the helicopter. I watch him go before turning back to the fast approaching men, who were coming closer and closer than I thought they were getting. It might have sounded bitchy and cold-hearted when I said to not play hero, but that was only for their own protection. I know them, for 3 years worth, and know they would come and save me in a heartbeat if given the opportunity. 

I close my eyes and drop my weapon before kicking it slightly in front of me before dropping to my knees with my hands behind my head. Showing them I was surrendering always had a better outcome then when you try and fight for your life. I felt a few searing pains across my body, and the slightly familiar feeling of being shot goes through me. I grit my teeth in pain, but refuse to scream out. 

A soldier never lets their enemy know of their pain.

They surround me and I hear them talking to one another, before someone clocks me with the end of their gun and I'm surrounded by darkness. 

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This is the one I decide to edit at 2:38 in the morning. 

Go me, right? 

Ti amo il mio piccolo eroe!

-Abby