My team was down. Not dead, but down. they had to wait for a chopper to pick them up. I refused to stay. We have been after these fuckers for three years now.
"J you don't have to go you know." My friend for five years now says.
"You know that I have to." I say.
"Aye, maybe so. Don't be stupid and most importantly, don't get killed." At that Conner hands me his Glock 22. I take it and check the clip. It is full and it takes 9mm. bullets. This will be too easy for I have a surplus of ammo. The run was three minutes long. We had almost made it before we were ambushed and had a shoot out. Right after that point, we met, sorta. My name is Jason M. Wilder. I am a a living ghost. I am part of a special forces team that eliminates a threat in the time it takes for your old light bulb to flicker. My team and I essentially are the exact definition of bad ass. 200 meters ahead was the buildings I was looking for. Nine guards. They all were using AKMs or they were using M16s. They use different bullets. How inefficient. I put a silencer on Conner's Glock and pull out my knife. I rest my right hand on my left wrist, and hold my knife in my left hand. When I holding my weapons like this I am in a tactical stance. I can basically have better accuracy with my gun and it is quicker to have my knife out. 3, 2, 1. I thrust my left arm around a corner. I hit my target, now did anyone hear me? I drag the body to my side of the building and hear nothing. I am still undetected. The sun will rise in an hour so I have to be quick. I poke my head out from around the building and see two men patrolling. They have their backs turned... and I see no other guards around. I rush to a truck twenty yards behind them and get behind it. I aim at the man on the left. I pull the trigger. The sound of my suppressed shot is released. Less than a second later, I pull it again. Three down, six to go. I had don this same tactic until everyone outside was KIA. Great. Now time to get inside. I walk up to the door and gently turn the handle. It opens easily. There was nobody in this first room. Something is wrong here.. That is when I saw the rug.
"Alright then... There is no way that these things are a thing." I say quietly. I lift the rug and sure enough, there was a trap door. "I am going to have a great story after this at least." I open the trapdoor and it revels a ladder. I descend. And find a dark room. There is no sound. Then the light had suddenly turned on. I heard a gunshot and it felt like someone hit me with a baseball bat. I landed flat on my ass.
"What the fu.." Before I can finish I hear laughing.
"You Americans. Not very smart are you?" This man said. He has an accent.
"Your men were not smart in my opinion." I say. "Took out nine of your guys like they were nothing." I say. This mans face gets a very stern look on it.
"I would not be a- what do your people call it? A smart ass? Yes. I would not be a smart ass around someone that has a gun to my head," At this he points a pistol to my head.
"Well fuck you very much too." I say with a smile. He hits me with the back of the gun. He does this three more times. The room has started to fade to black.
"You bore me. Any last words, maggot?" He asks. All of his guards around him form a tight circle around me.
"Yeah. Fuc-." My words are cut off because of what happens next. There was a blur of something. It went around the circle and one by one these men fell bleeding.
"What is this?" I ask. A woman steps out from behind me. She had to have been a goddess. Every feature of her was perfect. "Wow." Was all I could say. "Who are you? I asked.
"My name is Renesmee Cullen." She said with a smile. "I am here to get you out." She pulls out a knife still wet with blood. She cut me free. As I get up she walks to the ladder.
"Will I ever see you again?" I asked.
"Hopefully not." she admitted. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Then as fast as she came, she was gone.