Scoped

Hi, welcome to my story. this is my try at writing an Original IC fanfic, it may fell a bit rushed in the beginning, but I promise it will get better. For now I hope you enjoy and be so kind to give your opinions and please help me. I'm not from the states, hell not even from England, so I'll lean heavilly on the interwebs for info. pls tell me if something's off.

Text between * is over a radio

Disclaimer: I do not own IC or the US army in any way. Not yet atleast! *histaric evil laugh*


~chapter 1~

*Delta! What are you doing!*

"I'm taking out this son of a b-"

*Come to the evac Delta, you're outnumbered twenty to one, you can't take all his guards out by yourself!*

"Command, this is probably the only chance we're gonna get. If I let him go now, who knows when he's gonna pop his head out next."

*I know Riley, but I will not have you die or taken prisoner by those rebels.* the voice over the radio said a lot calmer this time.

"If I don't make it…" Riley started

*Don't be such a fool Riley!*

"…tell my little brother to stay out of trouble." And with that he cut off the radio. He picked up his sniper rifle and started crawling towards his overwatch position.

Normally Jeff, his spotter, would be there with him, but not this time, no, this time he had to go alone. He had to kill this man.

Once he reached his position he spotted the camp down in the valley and counted the guards. Ten. That meant that there were probably about twenty to twenty-five enemies.

He took out his range finder. 200 meters, wind speed is 5 mph. now only to find him.

It wasn't difficult to seek out his target, for the man was shouting orders at his men and waved around wildly in the directions they had to go.

He set his zeroing to 200, put his crosshair right on the leader's head, took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

Sadly for him, just after he shot, one of the other officers walked in front of his target and unknowingly saved his boss' life. For a split second, as the second bullet was already on its way and both the men dropped dead on the floor.

Oh well, I guess two for the price of one. Riley thought, but his thoughts were interrupted as he saw the enemy men pointing in his direction and a couple of bullets landed near him.

He swore loudly as more bullets started to land near him. He shot down five of his pursuers and started to run. And run he did. He ran as fast as he could, but even then the rebels were catching up with him.

An excruciating pain suddenly erupted from his right leg, he had been hit. He couldn't runs anymore so he decided to hide. He crawled into a ditch. But to no avail, the rebel soldiers had easily tracked him through the barren wasteland and surrounded him.

Guns were pointed at him and for a moment he thought it was the end of the line, but he knew it wouldn't be so easy.

And he was right, his hands were tied behind his back and he was brought back to the camp.

He was tied to a pole in the middle of the camp and anytime one of the rebels passed him, they kicked or hit him and spat in his face. Quickly he was covered in bruises, cuts and other wounds.

His leg was still bleeding but he didn't really care, all he could think about was the family he would leave behind and the fellow soldiers he made friends with. Among them were those who had died along the way, the ones that didn't make it.

He couldn't help but feel guilty, to his country, his friends and family, but most of all David. He had promised his little brother he would return, and now, now he had to dissapoint him.

He remembered everything that had happened in this godforsaken hellhole. Damn he could even remember his every person who he had spoken to.

Tied to a pole in the middle of an enemy camp who's boss I have just killed, great. I wonder what they must be thinking at basecamp right now. They've probably dispatched a rescue team. But what does that matter, I'll have bled to death before they get here.

Slowly his vision was turning blurry and he fell asleep.


"GET UP YOU MAGGOT" someone shouted in Riley's ear accompanied by a kick in the side.

He slowly opened his eyes and his eyes widened when he saw who woke him.

"I-I know you…" he couldn't hold in the pure rage when he recognised the person who had woken him.

"YOU FUCKING TRAITOR! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN, AND TO THINK I CALLED YOU MY FRIEND!"

The man just laughed "Come come Riley, let's be civil about this."

"Civil? CIVIL?! WOULD YOU BE CIVIL IF YOUR BEST FRIEND BETRAYED YOU MIKE?!"

"He did, when he left me to die a year ago." Mike answered with pain and anger clear on his voice.

"Do you think it was easy, to see your best friend mortally wounded and not being able to help him?" Riley answered in a cold, grief struck tone "I was stuck in the wreckage, I wanted to help but I couldn't!"

Mike looked even more angry now. "Stuck? Ha! bullshit! Now shut your mouth you filthy liar!" he hit his former friend in the face and saw the tied up sniper fall unconscious.


When he awoke in the middle of the night he looked around and found next to him his knife. He looked at the guards and one of the gave him an almost unnoticeable nod. He grabbed the black blade and started to saw through the rope that tied his hands together and after that his feet.

He stood up and thought of his options, escape was out of the question, he was too weak to survive in the wild and probably couldn't even get past the guards. So he made a decision. He would go after his former friend and take him with him to whatever afterlife there might be.

He stumbled towards Mike's tent, trying to avoid the guards and stick to the shadows.

When he reached the tent, he took a deep breath. He knew that he wouldn't make it out alive and opened the tent with that thought. He would kill the man who had betrayed him and then, then he could die in peace.

He stalked towards the side of the bed as silently as his wounded leg allowed him. He took another breath and without hesitation he pushed his combat knife against his former friend's neck whose eyes shot open at the feeling of the cold steel against his skin.

"Don't even think about it." Riley whispered when he saw Mike was trying to alarm the guards that patrolled around the dusty camp.

Suddenly pain shot from his leg wound and Riley fell to one knee. Mike took advantage of this and drew his own knife. The former friends stood facing each other in the large tent, both with knifes drawn ad at that point Riley knew that he was dead already. There was no way he would defeat the well-rested healthy man in hand-to-hand combat.

In one last desperate move he threw his knife and, to his surprise, it hit its mark. Its mark being Mike's stomach. He knew he had damaged several fatal organs and collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss.

His vision went blurry and once again his thoughts went to all the people he would leave behind. After what seemed an eternity he finally closed his eyes and let out one last breath.

Only this wasn't his last.


Soooo... I hope you liked it. It'll really start up next chapter wich will be posted tomorrow

Bye, or as we say in Brabant: Houdoe!