Operation Termite Hill

Welcome To The Cliff

(Okay, an idea hit me. Would y'all like a book, or short story, of Malachi Wolf's past? I think it'd be cool, but I have other plans of dragging this book series on the concrete a bit more. I have a second part of Operation Termite Hill called Operation Coral Reef, and I already wrote a lot, so I don't plan on ditching the series after just one book, which will be left on a cliffhanger. A story on his past seems like a good idea to me, but I just wanted to check in. Just wanted to see if y'all would get annoyed, or enjoy it.)

"Which may always happen." Bruce laughed.

"I have my ways..." I chuckled.

"Yea, yea you do. And that's why everyo-" Bruce froze, he horse halted, and all was silent. We just passed around the corner of the dirt trail. "Don't. Move. Wolf." Bruce ordered, and I didn't move a muscle. "We are American Soldiers, here to help!" Bruce called, but he got even more tensed.

"Hm? Who's yelling?!" Williams sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked over to Bruce. "Oh shit."

"What?!" I whispered loudly to Williams.

"Has three lasers on his chest, and one on his forehead." Williams whispered back. We all arose our hands in a peaceful way. A man dropped down from the mountain, he pointed a gun at us.

"I heard you said you were American soldiers. The ones coming said there were three, and here you are. If you really are our soldiers..." The man didn't drop the gun.

"Dear god." Williams ripped a Velcro patch off his bicep and threw it at the man. "America, bitch." It was an American flag.

"Ugh. Another smartass." The man walked away, signaling for us to follow. Bruce jumped off the horse and helped me down.

"Hey!! Dwayne!! Come and help me down!!" Williams yelled at Bruce.

"Dwyane?!" Bruce asked in confusion.

"Yea! The wrestler!! Ugh. Just come and help me down."

"Now that you called me Dwayne," Bruce looked at me and smiled, then looked back at Williams, "you can find a way off yourself." Bruce walked with the man and I followed.

"GODDAMMIT!!!"

"Language, please."

"SUCK A C-" A thud came from behind us yet we didn't turn around. "GAH!!!!" Williams roared in anger.

"So, we have about a hundred men left over. Ain't got the whole MAGTF like before, but we're the ones that gotta take the deceased to victory, if you know what I mean." The man spoke. "Also, I am General Jasper. What are your names?"

"Private Malachi Wolf." I said.

"I don't do ranks, I believe they make people either underestimate you or expect too much of you. I am simply Bruce Swatch." Bruce said with pride.

"Amen to that, Brother." General Jasper chuckled. "And who's asshat over there?"

"Who? Migrating ox? He's Williams. No one really remembers his first name." I shrugged and Bruce nodded slightly in agreement.

"Wait, wait, Wolf and Swatch? You're the two guys that caused the 'Big Boom', huh?" The General laughed. "Damn. Never knew we were having guests if honor."

"No, Sir. No guests of honor here." Bruce replied.

"Mhm... Sure." The General laughed again. "Come meet my men, and like you said Swatch, we won't use any ranks here! Hey boys! Team one!!!" About five men ran to us. "These are my main guys, ain't gonna introduce you to 'em all."

"Yes, boss?" A dark skinned man approached us. He inspected me and Bruce up and down, then greeted us with a smile and shaking his hands. "Hello, I assume you are the help?"