Ch.1 "Bloody Smoke"
The bone-chilling cold of Titan slowly penetrated Vicious's cloak. The soft sand made walking difficult, and running damn near impossible. The large rifle hidden underneath his cloak brushed against his leg as he slowly crept up on a small guerilla outpost. His squad consisted of ten soldiers not including himself, each of them had been designated code-names so if the guerillas were somehow able to intercept a transmission, the soldier's true identities wouldn't be discovered.
"Sir, we have three patrolling soldier to the east." The soldier code- named: Hawk whispered hoarsely from behind Vicious.
"You, Bullet, and Hide take care of them." Vicious ordered. Hawk nodded and gestured to the two soldiers Bullet and Hide to follow him. The three soldiers began to head eastward. Vicious held his hand in the air and made the stop gesture. The squad stopped and rested. The enemy camp lay a few hundred feet before them, in the center of the canyon. His squad would come down from the western canyon wall and infiltrate the camp.
"Sir, why are we waiting here?" The name code-named: Trigger asked. Vicious slowly turned around to face him.
"That is what they call a rhetorical question." Vicious said, then turned his back on trigger. The only directions the enemy could flee would be the entrance and the exit of the canyon. Vicious would make sure those two points would be guarded by at least two men. The rest of the squad would infiltrate the base, and destroy everything. He heard three sets of footsteps and slowly turned to face them. Hawk, Bullet, and Hide had returned, without a scratch.
Hawk walked to Vicious, saluted, then said, "Sir, the patrolling guards have been eliminated. No casualties on our side, the guerillas weren't as lucky."
Vicious nodded and said in his steely voice, "Excellent. I want you to form a team of four, including yourself, who you choose is up to you." Hawk nodded and signaled to: Bullet, Hide, and Trigger. Vicious ordered the group to split up into teams of two. Hawk and Hide were designated team one, they would guard the entrance of the canyon. Bullet and Trigger were designated team two, they would guard the exit.
"Kill anyone who tries to escape." Vicious said in the steely voice he used when giving orders. The group nodded solemnly then formed the teams of two, team one headed eastward, and team two, westward. With those four gone, that left him six men. Vicious examined the lot of them. Some of them were whispering to themselves, probably saying a prayer, while others cleaned their rifles, and a few were talking amongst themselves. Vicious smiled. About half of these men would be dead in a little less than an hour. What a pity, Vicious thought to himself.
"Alright men. We strike now." Vicious said quietly. The chatter ceased, the wind howled, and the faint clicking sound of rifles being loaded filled Vicious's ears.
"Life is a dream. Death is the awakening to the reality of eternity." Vicious said coldly. One of the soldiers stood up and aimed his rifle towards Vicious.
"I am not going to die! I have a family back home! If any of you try to stop me I'll kill you! I don't want to die!" The man code-named: Smoke exclaimed hysterically. Smoke took a step back but lost his foothold on the soft sand and fell to the ground. The nearest soldier, Shade, had a combat knife to Smoke's throat in an instant. The rest of the soldiers had their rifle sights on Smoke's fallen body. Smoke began to cry. Vicious slowly walked to Smoke.
"We all have family. We all do not want to die. However, your actions are unacceptable." Vicious said, his words as sharp as the blade he carried.
"Shall I kill him?" Shade asked.
"No. Stand back." Vicious ordered. Shade stepped back and vicious unsheathed his long katana, his gray eyes emotionless. Smoke had now broken out in sobs.
"Please...." Smoke managed to say between a sob. Vicious's eyes narrowed.
"There is no room in this world for cowards." Vicious brought his blade down on Smoke, delivering a swift slash across the throat. Smoke's eyes widened and the tears became red tinged. A bloody rose spurted from Smoke's throat then it was over.
"If you think this is brutal, heartless, or cruel; so be it. I showed this soldier mercy and ended his traitorous existence quickly. The guerillas would have made his death as long as they possibly could, making sure that every second of his pitiful existence would be pure agony." Vicious said while wiping his blade free of the soldier's blood. Some soldiers nodded solemnly while others murmured silent prayers.
"Everyone move out." Vicious ordered while sheathing his cleaned katana. I had to set an example, Vicious reassured himself as he led the rest of his men across the cold, dark, and bloody desert.
The bone-chilling cold of Titan slowly penetrated Vicious's cloak. The soft sand made walking difficult, and running damn near impossible. The large rifle hidden underneath his cloak brushed against his leg as he slowly crept up on a small guerilla outpost. His squad consisted of ten soldiers not including himself, each of them had been designated code-names so if the guerillas were somehow able to intercept a transmission, the soldier's true identities wouldn't be discovered.
"Sir, we have three patrolling soldier to the east." The soldier code- named: Hawk whispered hoarsely from behind Vicious.
"You, Bullet, and Hide take care of them." Vicious ordered. Hawk nodded and gestured to the two soldiers Bullet and Hide to follow him. The three soldiers began to head eastward. Vicious held his hand in the air and made the stop gesture. The squad stopped and rested. The enemy camp lay a few hundred feet before them, in the center of the canyon. His squad would come down from the western canyon wall and infiltrate the camp.
"Sir, why are we waiting here?" The name code-named: Trigger asked. Vicious slowly turned around to face him.
"That is what they call a rhetorical question." Vicious said, then turned his back on trigger. The only directions the enemy could flee would be the entrance and the exit of the canyon. Vicious would make sure those two points would be guarded by at least two men. The rest of the squad would infiltrate the base, and destroy everything. He heard three sets of footsteps and slowly turned to face them. Hawk, Bullet, and Hide had returned, without a scratch.
Hawk walked to Vicious, saluted, then said, "Sir, the patrolling guards have been eliminated. No casualties on our side, the guerillas weren't as lucky."
Vicious nodded and said in his steely voice, "Excellent. I want you to form a team of four, including yourself, who you choose is up to you." Hawk nodded and signaled to: Bullet, Hide, and Trigger. Vicious ordered the group to split up into teams of two. Hawk and Hide were designated team one, they would guard the entrance of the canyon. Bullet and Trigger were designated team two, they would guard the exit.
"Kill anyone who tries to escape." Vicious said in the steely voice he used when giving orders. The group nodded solemnly then formed the teams of two, team one headed eastward, and team two, westward. With those four gone, that left him six men. Vicious examined the lot of them. Some of them were whispering to themselves, probably saying a prayer, while others cleaned their rifles, and a few were talking amongst themselves. Vicious smiled. About half of these men would be dead in a little less than an hour. What a pity, Vicious thought to himself.
"Alright men. We strike now." Vicious said quietly. The chatter ceased, the wind howled, and the faint clicking sound of rifles being loaded filled Vicious's ears.
"Life is a dream. Death is the awakening to the reality of eternity." Vicious said coldly. One of the soldiers stood up and aimed his rifle towards Vicious.
"I am not going to die! I have a family back home! If any of you try to stop me I'll kill you! I don't want to die!" The man code-named: Smoke exclaimed hysterically. Smoke took a step back but lost his foothold on the soft sand and fell to the ground. The nearest soldier, Shade, had a combat knife to Smoke's throat in an instant. The rest of the soldiers had their rifle sights on Smoke's fallen body. Smoke began to cry. Vicious slowly walked to Smoke.
"We all have family. We all do not want to die. However, your actions are unacceptable." Vicious said, his words as sharp as the blade he carried.
"Shall I kill him?" Shade asked.
"No. Stand back." Vicious ordered. Shade stepped back and vicious unsheathed his long katana, his gray eyes emotionless. Smoke had now broken out in sobs.
"Please...." Smoke managed to say between a sob. Vicious's eyes narrowed.
"There is no room in this world for cowards." Vicious brought his blade down on Smoke, delivering a swift slash across the throat. Smoke's eyes widened and the tears became red tinged. A bloody rose spurted from Smoke's throat then it was over.
"If you think this is brutal, heartless, or cruel; so be it. I showed this soldier mercy and ended his traitorous existence quickly. The guerillas would have made his death as long as they possibly could, making sure that every second of his pitiful existence would be pure agony." Vicious said while wiping his blade free of the soldier's blood. Some soldiers nodded solemnly while others murmured silent prayers.
"Everyone move out." Vicious ordered while sheathing his cleaned katana. I had to set an example, Vicious reassured himself as he led the rest of his men across the cold, dark, and bloody desert.