I woke up, sitting up and laughing. I stood up, walking outside and stretching. Bruce and Anderson talked, but I still was completely deaf. I looked around, seeing everything that would make a noise, but nothing did. Anderson looked over to me, nudging Bruce. Bruce spoke, and I looked over to them, tilting my head. Walking over to them, I sat down and sighed.
Bruce asked how I was feeling in sign language, and I replied, "Like crap." Anderson and Bruce talked a little, then laughed. Bruce tossed me an MRE and I ate it slowly. Anderson stood up and walked away, he tried to be sneaky.
"Where are you goin'?" I looked up at him.
"Ain't tellin'." Anderson mouthed.
"Home ain't the right place to go, you sissy." I ate a fork full of the MRE, both Anderson and Bruce gave me an amazed look.
"How did you know...?" Bruce looked to Anderson, then to me.
"I ain't stupid." I laughed.
"I can see that now." Anderson scoffed, I threw my fork at him.
"Don't get an attitude with me, you'll regret it."
"Yea, like Moralez did." Anderson laughed. I balled my hands into fists, I stood up and walked over to him.
"How- do- you- know!?"
"Someone filled me in." Anderson glanced at Bruce, then looked dead set into my eyes. "Also, he was my cousin you stronzo." The word formed by Anderson's lips was definitely not English.
"What did he just say!?" I looked to Bruce, Bruce's eyes widened and he looked away.
"Rather not say..." Bruce said in sign language.
"Fine. Anderson, I don't want to see you at all unless you are feet away from death and need either a Navy Corpsman or more men in battle, if you choose to climb out of your pajamas and set down your hot cocoa." I walked into the domed building, swinging open the wooden double doors.
It was amazing, paintings all over the walls of humans worshipping a god that was unfamiliar to me. Light shined through a small window at the top of the dome, causing the whole building to sparkle with light. A huge cracked mosaic sat on the floor, which was covered in broken glass and trash from MREs. Bruce walked inside as I sat down. I looked at him then sighed.
"Anderson got a call from some General up in the mountain range, he heard that we were free from the last General, he wants us." He mouthed.
"The General in Hindu Kush? Why?" Standing up, I tilted my head slightly.
"There are only a couple hundred people left..." Bruce sighed, "in his MAGTF."
I choked on his words, a MAGTF!? Holy crap. That's two thousand six hundred men, and almost all are dead.
"How long have they been there?"
"I was hoping you wouldn't ask that." Bruce signaled for me to sit down at a table as he sat down. I sat across him, placing my elbows on the table and rubbing my head.
"How long?" Our eyes met, Bruce inhaled sharply then exhaled slowly.
"Almost three months."
"No way. His whole MAGTF? The- The tanks? H-helicopters? Everything? Two thousand six hundred men!?" I was so stunned, I couldn't believe it, no way.
"No more, no less." Bruce looked at me, then sighed. "I already said we were willing to go." I rubbed my eyes. Of course he said we'll do it. I'm not mad, it's just that I'm not surprised. Bruce was always willing to throw people's problems before his own, I respect that, but sometimes it got out of hand. He might get us killed by making this decision, but I'm glad he did though, I want to help people in need, and this is the first step.
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Operation Termite Hill
General FictionHave you ever been somewhere, and wondered how you go there? You arrive in a place where you've only seen in your nightmares, and wonder why you ever set foot in that place? Someone once told me that "If you are ever in a situation that you wish yo...