Alaska

Chapter 3

When Andrew said we were going to learn new skills, he was not kidding. We had gone through some of the toughest training the United States had to offer. Mac and I had survived Marines training, Army special forces, and the toughest in the military SEAL training.

After we went through all of that we had to make a decision, we both had to take two more courses, hand to hand combat, medical training, and sniper school. We both had to do hand to hand, then it was a tough call who did sniper school, and who did medical training. In the end I did sniper school, and Mac did medic.

In everything we had the extreme but more challenging version for all of our training. We left Wisconsin about four months ago to start training, and had only a couple of days left of training. I had already done a lot of sniping training and it came easy to me, I already knew most of what was going on since I grew up behind the scope of a rifle. I had a text from Mac saying he also found his final class easy.

Tomorrow was a big day for both of us, we each had the final test, then the day after a overall test of all thing new things we learned since we left Wisconsin. So me and Mac met up and went bowling so we could release some stress.

When we got to the bowling it was so crowded we decided to just go to the gym and lift. Mac and started to look older since we left Alaska. He looked worn down, over stressed. Mac had a lot to say about the medical training, he seemed to really enjoy it was thriving it. He had mentioned maybe becoming a doctor down the road. Sadly I had the feeling he would never get to do that.

After a little over two hours we left the gym and headed back to our rooms. We agreed to meet at the range at 6, then we would go eat. On the way home I received a text from Andrew that told us not to go back to our room. He urged us to go straight to jekyll Island and to open the safety security box. We did not questioned it but turned around and headed to the Island.

The ride there was about 6 hours. I drove most of the way until I could barely keep my eyes open then Mac took over. It was an uneventful ride for the most part. We almost hit a small deer, but the road was empty after that. When we got to the Island it was about 6 in the morning and the bank didn't open until 8. We didn't know what to do so we went to the ocean for a swim.

With all the different branches of the military we trained with, we had become very good swimmers. So it was the best way to waste time, and we enjoyed doing it. When we got to the beach there was only a few people there. Most where just walking it with a loved one, a few were just enjoying the view.

The water was calm, and fairly warm on the shore. I put on my goggles and ran in. We swam about ten miles and where about 300 yards away from where we started. I could feel my body getting tired, so I knew we went for a good swim. I was in waist deep when I stepped on something squishy and gave a slight yelp. A sharp pain shot up my leg and wouldn't stop. Mac quickly dragged me onto shore. When he saw a mark on my leg he ran to the hotel that was across the street. A few minutes later he came back with a pot of boiling water.

"This might hurt bro" he said as he poured it on the mark.

The pain let up and I could move my leg more.

"What I step on" I asked.

"A jellyfish, it will be sore for the day but you'll be good."

After that we dried off and headed to the bank. When we got there I grabbed the key and we went in. As we walked through the door Mac got a text from Andrew saying ask to see box 223. When we got the counter we asked to see the box. The lady behind the counter all the sudden went pail. She couldn't take her eyes off of something behind me. When I turned around there were two guys in masks with guns. I immediately thought it was the Russians but quickly erased that thought when I heard one of them talk.