My lungs burned as we raced across grim covered roofs, feet slamming on hard concrete and flimsy, rattley metal sheets as we sprinted to the extraction point. MacTavish glanced back at me, making sure I was still with them. I was starting to wish that fear would give in to adrenalin so I could focus on running instead of the steep drops off the slippery sun soaked roofs.
Sunlight beat down on my face, threatening to blind me as I jumped over a chain holding a sheet of metal over a hole in the roof.
"My friend, from up here, it looks like the whole village is trying to kill you!" exclaimed Nikolai, his rough Russian accent carrying over the radio's static crackle.
"Yeah tell me something I don't know! Just get ready to pick us up!" yelled MacTavish, irritated, as the faint whir of helicopter blades grew steadily louder. Not much further.
Ghost and Rocket took up the lead, sprinting as hard and fast as they could, the huge bulking form of the Pavelow coming into view, hovering above a single lone building. My relief quickly turned to fear as I spotted the huge gap between the buildings. Angry shouts in Portuguese grew louder as the group of militia chased us.
"We're running out of roof top!" yelled Ghost, slowing in pace for a few seconds to examine the jump, analyzing just how far he needed to leap so he wouldn't tumble off the roof with the slanted slippery metal sheets.
"We can make it! GO GO GO!" yelled back MacTavish, just as Ghost and Rocket took the leap.
Ghost landed, absorbing the impact with his legs like a cat would. Rocket however, landed on all fours, starting to slip off the roof to the alley below. Ghost reached out instinctively, grasping the blonde mans wrist, hauling him upright, helping him regain his footing.
MacTavish gave a grunt before launching himself off the roof. Everything seemed to slow down. His body twisting through the air as he got ready for the impact of the landing. The rhythmic thud thud of the rotor blades. The steady woosh of air entering my lungs. I can do this. I can do this.
My muscles strained as I threw myself into the air. I felt the hot air ruffle through my brown hair. The distant scream and jeers of the militia. And my feelings of reckless elation and fear turn to pure terror as I realized I hadn't jumped far enough.
I gasped as I slammed into the side of the building; a jagged corner of metal cut into my side as my hands desperately scrabbled for purchase.
MacTavish turned, horrified as he dove for me, eyes filled with sharp determination, his hand reaching for mine. I felt the roof slip from my grasp, fear overcoming my senses as I tumbled to the ground. Then nothing.
'ROACH! The voice blended with the staggering pain which erupted in my head. I gave a groan, and squinted through my eyelashes, a flash of white hot pain erupting from behind my eyes. I opened my eyes completely, blinking through the painful haze, trying to clear my head.
"Roach! Wake up!" yelled MacTavish. His loud voice felt like it was splitting my skull in half. I stumbled as I tried to stand up, gripping the side of a building for support. Shouts echoed around the alley. Militia.
My blood turned cold as the shadows of a large chanting mob bearing guns crawled up the wall at the end of the street.
"Roach! We can see them from the chopper! They're coming for you! Dozens of 'em," yelled Ghost, his voice shaking with panic.
More militia appeared on the roof to my left, their guns in the air as they chanted.
"There's too many of them! Get the hell out of there and find a way to the rooftops! MOVE!"
A bullet hissed past my head, and that was all the invitation I needed. I bolted through the open door in front of me as more bullets whizzed around me, shattering picture frames and shattering the windows. An old television exploded, spraying me with tiny fragments of glass. I dodged through the tiny house, breathing in the thick air in deep heavy gasps, the smell of stale trash making my eyes water.
"Roach we're circling the are but I can't see you. You've got to get to the roof tops," urged MacTavish, his voice shaking.
I ran into another back alley, charging down a flight of stairs. A man at the bottom held his hands over his head gave me a terrified glance before he fled into his house. More stairs led up to another house. It sounded like the militia was falling behind in my crazed sprint to the rooftops, but I didn't slow my pace. I knew I was dead if I stopped.
I dashed into another house and raced up some more steps towards bright white sunlight.
The Pavelow roared overhead, as MacTavish yelled, "I see you! Jump down to the rooftops and meet us south of your position! GO!"
"Gas is very low! I must leave in thirty seconds!" said Nikolai, panic evident in his voice as I jumped over a small crevice, slipping slightly on the hot tin roof.
"Roach we're running of fumes here! You've got thirty seconds RUN!"
More militia charged after me, emerging on the other side of wire fences and emerging from balconies, sights aimed at me. My breathing was ragged and it felt like each breath scoured out my lungs.
"Fifteen seconds!" Nikolai counted down.
The chopper came into sight once again, hovering in front of the balcony of a house to my left. The side door was open, revealing MacTavish and Ghost, anxiously watching my crazed chase across the rooftops.
A sound like the crack of a whip ripped through the air. A sudden piercing agony ran though my shoulder. I stumbled and fell, landing spread eagled on the metal sheets of the roof.
"ROACH!" screamed Ghost. I glanced at the helicopter, and watched helplessly as Ghost had to be restrained by MacTavish as he tried to launch himself off it to help me.
"Bingo fuel my friend! We must leave," shouted Nikolai, pulling away from the balcony, a jet ladder swaying underneath it.
I gave the helicopter one last fleeting glance, Ghost collapsing to the floor in despair, MacTavish staring at me horrified with Rocket at his side. A single tear rolled down my cheek, mingling with sweat and blood as I watched my team leave.
Chattering in Portuguese behind grabbed my attention. I felt a foot tentatively rolled me slightly, in the same way that you'd check if an animal were dead. I groaned slightly, pain shooting up my arm. Another man chattered away, his words followed quickly by an outburst of giggles.
Without warning, I was yanked up by my hair, a yelp escaping my throat as I was brought face to face with one of the militia. His brown eyes sparkled with delight, his lips curled into a sadistic smile. I was unarmed, unaided and ass deep in alligators. Shit.
"tomar o soldado javiar ele vai gostar de saber que responsável por essa bagunça" the enemy militia said, his breath making me gag. He stepped back before slamming his worn boot into my face.
_THERE YOU GO! Finally was able to update this story…..and if you didn't guess, this is the mission 'hornet's nest' AND THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY W.O.N.D.E.R.F.U.L BETA Dunedain789
Leave a review and ill try to get back to you please NO FLAMES LEAVE A REVIEW! I don't always have acess to a computer so just fyi updates may be anywhere form once to three a week? Ohh and the milita soldier is saying "take the soldier to javiar he'll like to know who responsible for this mess" so ill try to update again today, if not it will have to be in about four days when I have a computer again so tata! Review!