this is my first fan fiction story. it is not like the nice and clean doctor who episodes on TV, this is through the eyes of a battle hardened SAS trooper, so there is swearing and killing and that stuff, But otherwise enjoy.
Staff Sergeant Fred Rivers stood behind the tall Afghanistan town wall, His Personalised M4 carbine ready, He chambered a round in to the weapon and sighed, His whole S.A.S team was KIA, he had to go in to the Compound, rescue five civilian Hostages and two RAF Pilots from a group of Taliban insurgents, and then hump it the ten miles, likely under fire, to the pickup point. He quickly checked his EOTech Holographic sight, PVS-14 NVG night sight. They were working. He made his last check out over the dark open field, the way he was going to retreat, the perfect kill zone. "Bloody hell." He said under his breath and then rounded the corner, weapon pointed what he saw next was not what he expected.
Fred rounded the corner, expecting to see a Middle East farmer with a Scarf over his head and an AK-47 rifle across his chest, what he actually met was a armoured figure, only about five and a half foot high. He held a strange looking weapon in his hands, and it was aimed at Fred. "Halt, In the name of Sontar." He said in a very commanding tone, Fred stopped in his tracks weapon raised, looking down the sight with the holographic cross hairs in-between the eye ports of the armoured helmet. "Who are you?" asked the armoured man. Fred was shocked, something that hadn't happened to him in a long time, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He spoke clearly. "Staff Sergeant Fred Rivers." The armoured figure took one hand off his weapon and removed his helmet, revealing a rounded head, with the face in the middle, the face wasn't exactly pleasant. "Well then Staff Sergeant, I suggest you drop your weapon and prepare to be killed for the glory of sontar." Fred didn't move, still looking down the sights, his cross hairs still directly on the man's head. "And why in all sanity would I lower my weapon?" he asked, the man laughed, a small chuckle. "Wise course of action, but your weapon is useless. We have employed a cordolane signal it expands the copper used to fire your projectile weapons, stopping them from functioning." Fred thought about this for a second.
"Well there's a problem with that idea." He said plainly, the figure stopped laughing and his face turned deadly serious.
"And what would that be?" he asked. Fred's response was a single shot from his M4. He lowered the weapon and spoke. "I'm using steel jacketed anti amour rounds." He stepped forwards, his weapon wasn't suppressed, If there were any more of these, things, in the compound then they would have heard the gunshot and would come to investigate. Fred walked forwards sticking to the wall as he went. He reached a door, it had a small window. He looked through and saw two more of the armored soldiers, the five hostages and the two pilots. Both Pilots and four hostages were dead. The last hostage a woman, about the same age as Fred with shoulder length blond hair, a pointy nose and bright blue eyes stood between the two soldiers. Fred stepped away as the two soldiers turned, He waited a second then the door opened. The woman stepped out, and Fred raised his rifle, one soldier stepped out, not seeing him, then the next, still not seeing him, he fired the weapon, point blank through ones skull, then re aimed and shot the next one. The woman spun and Fred stepped out of the shadows, his hand out. "Its ok." He said stepping forwards. "I'm here to rescue you, My names Fred. What's yours?" The woman stood there shocked. She spoke quietly.
"Jenny Carter." She said, slowly reaching out and taking Fred's hand. Fred smiled. "Now Jenny, I need you to listen to me, we have to run, do you hear me, Run as fast as we can, if I stop you keep going. Take this." He passed her a GPS from his utility vest.
"You walk that way the arrow is pointing, and you don't stop, when that arrow turns to a square you have gotten to where you need to be, when you get there somebody will come and get you, but in till then you hide and stay hidden for as long as possible, you got it?" it was a lot of information to take in at once, but she needed to know it, the only way Fred had gotten this far was through stealth. Something that they would not have when they were running. Jenny nodded slowly. "Yes, I understand. I can do it." She said, more to herself but Fred just nodded.
"Good. Now, don't let go of my hand in till I let go first." she nodded again and Fred smiled. "Come on." He said as together they turned and ran.