PROLOGUE; RIDE
MILITARY CAMP 2.7.4
The sky was a clear blue and the sound of thousands recruits could be heard. Sergeant (Scott) Ride looked up at the sky. His intelligent blue eyes didn't match with his smooth black hair; he was around in his early twenties.
He was staring off in the distance.
"Scott! What the fuck are you doing! Would you like to stay back and have double cleaning duty?" Commander Weight shouted, his eyes glaring at Sergeant Ride.
"No sir!" shouted back sergeant Ride, saluting the commander as he spoke. Sergeant Ride had been at camp 2.7.4, for three years, but had only gone up rank once.
"We are going to set an ambush in the south region of Iraq. This is no laughing matter. If this does not go according to plan you will die!" shouted Commander Weight his brown eyes staring at Sergeant Ride in front of his face.
"Sorry sir!' Ride answered back.
Iraq 20:00
A 747 plane flew across the desert plains of southern Iraq. It held three highly trained commandos and four sergeants in its cargo bay. You might have seen it, but with the darkness of the night hiding it from the naked eye and along with its own stealth mechanism it was impossible.
"Are you nervous Ride?" The man sitting opposite to Ride asked. He was Sergeant (Isaac) Martin. His pale face was sweating. It was his first mission.
"Don't worry, it's just the same as the training you did. We drop off, set up the ambush and wait for them. Spring it and take out a few, then capture the rest. End of mission." Ride replied without a doubt in his voice.
"Well at least I'm with you. I would hate to be with Commander Weight." Martin said. Ride took another good look at his new partner dark blonde hair all in a mess, a small nose and a deep gash on his right cheek. Only sixteen years, too young for this cruel world.
"Get ready everyone if you get left behind you're a dead man! So follow me!" Commander Weight bellowed opening the back hatch door and jumping down. The rest followed in pairs. Parachutes popped up from the air.
At 20:08 they landed. At 20:15 the ambush was set.
"That wasn't too bad Ride." Martin said. Ride and Martin were hiding in a dug out trench. The top of the trench was covered with a sand colored cloth held up with a single steel pole. Sand was place on top of the cloth so that from up close it was still hard to make out.
"I told you so." Ride responded. "Get some rest your need it when it's 22:34. I'll stay watch." Ride didn't sleep any way. He couldn't close his eyes for more than ten minutes. Not after his brother was killed in a terrorist raid. Whenever he closed his eyes the image came to mind.
Sixteen years ago
"Where's mummy?" Hector asked his six year old brother. He was pulling on Scott's navy blue shirt. Their mother hadn't come back from work and Scott was worried about her, there were was commonly terrorist raids going on in this part of town. He hoped his mother wasn't one of the casualties.
"Don't worry mummy will come back." He said to Hector calmly. Tears steamed down Hectors face. He could also feel the tears building up in his eyes and fear growing in his heart. They were both curled up on the bed watching the television.
"Some of the casualties from the newest raid here at the shopping mall were brutally shot down in a rain of terror. A man named Terry was killed. He was brutally shot down as he tried to order the terrorists to go away. " The news reporter said in to her microphone.
Terry was one of his mother's friends he had always helped them out; he was father's best friend. Terry made a promise to protect Mary. Father always said Terry would rather die than break a promise. That now proves true.
"What happened to Terry?" Hector asked expecting the worst. Scotts crying was the only answer Hector needed. Scott felt anger swell up in him, but before he could let it let. He heard a soft knock at the door followed by three more knocks.
"Mummy's here!" Hector cried out leaping of the bed. Hector and Scott sprinted to the door. Scott opened the door to see his mother sobbing. Hector grabbed her leg crying.
"Go to the kitchen. I'll make dinner." She said walking in. She saw Scott with tearing running down his face.
"What's wrong honey?" She asked Scott, wiping away the tears on her face and to bring out a smile. Scott looked up at her.
"Why? Why did he fight back? Why did he have to die?" Scott cried out. More tears where dripping from his face. He saw mother was also starting to cry.
Scott's eyes were red with tears. He ran out the door. His mother calling after him; wait! Where are you going?
Scott ran out of the apartment building tears running down his face as he ran, he hate what was happening around him. Ever since his Father died at war things had always gone bad. They didn't even receive money for his death.
Scott looked down at his jacket pocket, something heavy was inside. Terry had given it to him the last time his was at their house. He dug his hand down into the pocket.
Scott pulled the thing in the jacket out, it was a gun. He stared at it for a few minutes trying to find out why it was in the jacket. He took a step forward and a white piece of paper fluttered out of his pocket.
He turned to pick it up, and unfolded it was a note to his mother;
Dear Mary, it read.
I'm afraid to tell you that I'm leaving to see your husband. I just can't stand looking at Scott; it reminds me to much of him. At the end of this letter are all my bank accounts and will. I wish you and both your sons the best.
Don't worry I'll tell Matthew how much we all miss him when I see him.
Scott looked at the number below and the amount of money in Terry's bank account. There was over a hundred thousands dollars. Scott smiled Terry was always kind. He turned to ran back to tell his mother.
When he reached the apartment there was screaming at gunfire, windows shattered and furniture was being broken. Then a scream echoed through his ears, but the scream was cut short by a burst of gunfire.
Someone stepped outside the door, a man with a stocking over his head. He looked at Scott and stared down the barrel pointed at his head. His eyes just had enough time to widen when Scott closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger two times. The recoil and sound made him fall over hands over his ears.
A shadow fell across him he looked up to see another terrorist standing over him, but only for a second.
A shotgun fired and the man standing over him fell over on Scott. The man from the next apartment had fired his shotgun and ran over to Scott.
"Are you okay, kid?" The man asked Scott. Scott wasn't listening everything was distorted, the man who was talking to him was getting less auditable same with the police sirens. Scott slowly started forward into the house he was standing over two dead bodies on the floor.
One was warped around the other, as if was trying to cover the other. His mother and Hector were lying on the floor not moving, not breathing. No they were dead. He turned around the police had arrived.
"Hey sonny what are you doing with that?" asked one of the police men in the car asked the man in front with the shotgun, he dropped the shotgun and put his hands up. Both police men stepped out of the car guns up.
"That's a dangerous weapon you're holding, give it to me." The police man said hand stretched out.
Scott walked out of the house, paramedics rushed in; he could see paramedics carrying dead bodies out of the house.
The last thing Scott heard before he fainted was;
"The house is in bad shape, but the terrorist wouldn't have come here if they didn't want something. By the look of how the house is in, it looks like they were looking for something.
Near by a police man was talking to his radio.
Iraq 23:59
"Get ready men they're going to be here any minute." Weight spoke through the radio. Scott eyes flicked open. Sat up and began checking the jamming equipment, it wasn't turned on, but it would be soon.
Martin was checking his MP5 and gave Scott the ok sign; his forefinger and thumb meeting together.
Scott pulled out his MP5 and spoke into the radio.
"Beta team is good to go. Confirm?" …Static… "Alpha team, are you there? This is Beta team. We are ready. Confirm?"…static... "Martin is the jammer on?" Scott asked "No sir, it's not even working."
Scott relised what was happening, they had a leak.
"Shit! They know we're here! Move it Martin!" Scott yelled and pushed him across. Just then bullets shredded the ground where Martin was sitting before.
Scott raised his MP5 and fired. Head shot. Scott looked up from the trench the Iranians ambushed the ambushers. Scott jumped out of the trench and fired at two Iranians standing over Alpha team's trench. Suddenly someone grabbed him by the neck and was about to shoot him, when his head exploded. Martin was standing up in the trench his MP5 raised. Scott smiled.
"Let's just say we're even." Martin said smiling.
"No way, I still own you for shooting next to my head." Ride joked. Both their smiles dropped when one of the remaining Iranians shot near Ride's foot.
Ride blew off his head with a single shot. Martin jumped out of the trench and ducked behind a rock pillar and fired at an Iranian off an assault vehicle.
Scott stared at commander Weight beating one the Iranians up. When the Iranian drew his knife Weight just overpowered him and stabbed the Iranian with his own knife.
Scott fired at an Iranian sniper and then ran over to the trench where Alpha team was; two dead bodies.
Martin called out. "Scott! Help me!" Scott turned and saw two trucks with ten Iranians on the back of each truck. Martin was trying to pick them off, but they pinned him down.
Scott raised his weapon and fired off five shots. First bullet slammed into the left truck drivers head. The second bullet popped the right tire of the same truck.
The Truck lurched forward and two Iranians fell onto the ground. Martin turned around and killed the two on the ground. While Scott kill an Iranian behind him and continued to do the same thing to the truck on the right. Scott killed the remaining Iranians.
The battle was over. Martin and Scott walked up to Weight. "Some ambush!" Martin said to commander weight.
"You're still alive?" Weight asked surprised. "Well, we'll have to change that!" Weight said pulling out his pistol and fired three shots; one at Martin, two at Scott.
The two bullets sent Scott flying backwards and sent Martin in the same direction. Weight lowered his gun.
"That's the end of them." He spoke into his radio. "Send the chopper." Weight walked over to the Martin's body. And put a bullet into his head. He then walked over to Ride's body then stopped in his tracks. The body wasn't there.
"What the hell!" Weight instinctively raised his gun and duck behind a rock pillar.
"I always knew you were good, always wearing that Kevlar of yours." Weight laughed. "You can't beat me in the hunt; remember I was always the one to kill you in the training missions." Just as he finished the sentence a grenade landed in front of his feet.
"What the fuck?" Weight shouted out in surprise and jumped out of the way, but the force of explosion was enough to throw him onto the ground.
Scott jumped from where he was hiding and fire three shots at Weight.
The first shot hit Weight in the shoulder. The second hit him in the chest as he tried to get up.
"That was for Alpha squad!" Scott shouted.
Bleeding badly, weight slowly got up one hand clutching his chest wound. Weight looked up into Scotts eyes. Scott felt a rage build up inside him like what happened all those years ago.
"This is for Martin." Scott said through gritted teeth and fire a shot, Weights head exploded as the bullet slammed into his forehead.