One in nine

Chapter 1

John sat in the backseat of the bus with bag in his lap. After his events at Barn Blitz he was happy to be away from a bomb cart. Although being a family man and a momma's boy his belongings fit all in one bag. He reached into his bag and pulled out his etched on scattergun. He smiled as he looked at the tally marks on the side of the gun, if he'd of actually tallied every kill he got, his whole gun would be silver.

He looked out the window at his next place of living, vast desert with nothing to see.

'Who I would kill for a Boston hotdog right now' he thought.

He looked to the bus driver at the front of the bus. He drove the bus almost with arrogance, like he'd done this trip a million times. The dark haired brunette Bostonian caught the bus driver's eye and smiled.

'Pal, I'm in for a world of hurt aren't I' and as if the bus driver could read his mind, he nodded. John let out a breath, all he knew about his assignment was that it was supposed to be not more physically straining but mentally. He wasn't into all the thinking side of things he usually let Jeffrey doe do all the thinking for their group. The past soldier even though over bearing sometimes was like the father he never had. He'd taught John all he knew, then again, he didn't know much.

As he looked out the window again he saw the sand swept buildings of Teufort, if he read the report correctly. As he pulled up there was a red soldier with his helmet pulled down so he couldn't see his features, standing at the bus stop. As much time that he could think about that they pulled up the blue soldier's collar was the only thing that moved as they drove up, still as a statue the soldier looked up. As the bus doors opened the soldier walked on, john looked the soldier up and down and thought that he was a little small to be a soldier. He walked up to him looked him and motioned for him to fall in line. As john grabbed his bag he walked after this strange soldier towards the base, he showed him to his room and gave him a note and walked away.

John was about to call after him when he stopped himself, if there was a need for him to say something he would have said it. He walked into his room and threw the bag on the floor and started to unpack, if he hadn't of climbed on his bed for a nap he wouldn't have noticed the note he had been given by the man. It read

Report to the mess hall at 0930 hours for a team meeting about tomorrow's battle. Any questions regarding me or my team will be answered after we have gone over our plan. Up until that point you may not talk or make any comment about anything other than the question that was addresses to you. Attached there is a map to show you where the mess and other rooms are any further questions can be addressed to me personally after the meeting.

John looked at the note again. 'Tight ship' was all he could think as he looked at the clock he saw that it was 9:20. He unfolded the map and saw that it touched the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the massive map but after closer inspection it was just a blown up map of a simple base layout. He laughed and that he better get going before he was late.

As he walked down the hall studying his map he thought he could hear giggling but he dismissed it immediately. There had never been women in war and they weren't going to start now as he kept walking towards the mess hall he started to zone out as he gathered his questions. What were days on the battle field like? Was KP duty mandatory for new members? Would some of these people be distant because he was new?

He was so wrapped in his questions and notes he hadn't noticed he walked into the mess room and sat down at a table with the other team members. And he also didn't notice that all the conversation had stopped. He didn't notice all the eyes on him as another Australian figure walked into the room and stood over him. "Excuse me bloke" a distinctive feminine voice said, John looked up in to the unbuttoned blue shirt, vest and C cup cleavage and heard "but you're in my spot".

Has John looked farther up he saw emerald green eyes and brown straight hair. He almost dropped his notes as he looked up and realized that she was a girl. "Do you not hear? Move." John rotated his head to the owner of the Russian but still feminine voice. As john turned his head full circle he saw one thing that didn't make scents… they were all women.

"whah…how..you"

"Honey put your tongue back in your mouth, pleases its impolite" a Texan voice said.

"Oi bloke you hear me you're in my spot!"

John scrambled to gather his note and map from the table as he blushed furiously. It been 4 years since he'd even seen a women let alone look own ones shirt. And he hadn't had a girlfriend since freshman year in high school. He moved to the table just to the left where the medic and masked pyro where sitting he tried not to stare at the massive breasts on the medic or the fact she had deep blue eyes she had. He turned an even deeper shade of red while he looked back to his map pretending to memorize the map.

"Vou know ve can tell when you look" she said.

"Uh"

"My name is Helga it's nice to meet vou" and just like that she went back to her notes.

BAM! The mess hall door flew open and in came the soldier, even she was a girl.

"Listen up ladies we got new meat!"