Chapter one: Another day, another dollar

"Good job boys, let's call in the chopper and get our pay!" Carlos said as he and his men rounded up their targets and forced them to their knees, the hot sun mercilessly glared down on them as they packed up their equipment and took refuge in the limited shade, Carlos wiped the sweat off his head and pulled out a radio.

"Chopper 1214, this is Carlos Oliveria requesting immediate pick up...over." The radio gave a small burst of static before a voice on the radio said,

"Roger that, we'll be there in ten minutes, where is your location over?"

"Outside an abandoned military base about less than a half a mile outside of Baghdad." Carlos said and shot a flare into the sky.

"Roger that…over and out." Carlos put the radio away and looked at his men, they were all tired and dirty as he looked and felt, they'd been hired to go in the Middle East for several days and track down a group of suspected terrorists. As they waited on their ride, he looked at his group which consisted of 4 battle hardened men; all had been exposed to combat operations.

"I vote next time we go some where that isn't 100 degrees everyday." Charles Morrison said jokingly as he rested against the abandoned building with his M-16 next to him, he was the team's British second in command and was well liked due to his funny personality outside the field, his red hair was messy as he removed his helmet and his green eyes were covered by sunglasses, he was about Carlos's height but weighed a few more pounds than him as well

"I think we can all agree to that, Morrison." Said Jamal Kingston, he was the team's explosive expert and was known as "The Boomer". He had blue eyes and no hair; his large build carried a wide variety of explosives ranging from grenades to C-4. Next to Carlos stood Tek Li, the team's Chinese sniper who spoke only Chinese forcing Morrison to translate whatever he said, he was the shortest member but was the fastest. Suddenly the helicopter came into view and dropped down next to the team, once everyone was on board, the chopper took off. As Carlos was enjoying the relative peace and quiet aboard the chopper, James Flavin, the team electronic expert and often known as the "team asshole" yelled,

"So how much is this guy paying us for this crap?"

"About 25,000 a piece." Carlos said. James cursed to himself and shut his eyes, he was lean with muscle despite not often being involved in any major fighting. After about an hour and a half, the chopper stopped at a large building, two guards stood outside and removed the team's hostages and brought them inside, the teams followed and stopped at a staircase where a suited man slowly came down holding a suitcase.

"Well done…I must say I was surprised you managed to accomplish this in such a short time." The suited man said handing Carlos the suitcase, Carlos opened it to see the 100,000 dollar reward that they'd been promised.

"Thank you, Mr. Nichols, now if there is nothing more, we'll be leaving now." The team left and pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number, the phone rang for several minutes before a voice said,

"Yes?"

"I think I just found the perfect candidates to try out for our new "science project"." said with an evil grin on his face.