Looking through the holographic sight of my M4A1 sopmod rifle with an angled foregrip and silencer I saw the disease corrupting our world. The thick brush of the Nicaragua landscape covered our position from the huge mansion we were looking at. My partner Amari, ex Marine turned ex DEVGRU member, layed prone next to me. His dark skin complimented his compression shirt and tactical vest. He wore dark tan tac trousers and a beanie as well. I wore a black compression longsleeve with a black t shirt and tac vest. My dark grey tac trousers covered in dirt.

"Target spotted, what you see Nick?" said Amari looking down the high powered scope of his M110 with a vertical foregrip, silencer, and bipod.

The old man was a Nazi war criminal with crimes involving ISIS and executions. Most recent being in charge of mass executions in Syria and many other parts in the middle east. Worked closely with Mohammed Emwazi aka Jihadi John before his death.

"A slob that doesn't deserve to live anymore." I replied in disgust.

Amari chuckled, "Well that's why we are here. Alpha this is Bravo, we have eyes on our man; what's the call?"

The seal operators of Alpha that waited about 50 meters away from our position at the exvil site replied simply, "Go for it."

"10-4." Amari clicked off his safety and moved to the trigger.

This is it, the man that caused so much pain to others is about to be silenced. Amari pulled the trigger. The man was handicapped and with a headshot and a midsection from a 7.62 rifle sent him flying off his wheelchair. His guards were scrambling to save the trash who has killed many innocent people, but it was too late.

"Time to leave." said Amari getting up.

"Right behind you." I said getting up too.

"Alpha we are heading to you now, get the boat started."

"On it." said the SEAL.

We reach the SOC-R and the SEALs welcome us with hands to pull us into the boat.

"Welcome back gents, hands and feet inside the ride at all times." said the commander of the SWCC team.

By the time he said that we were going over 40 miles an hour and almost got knocked out of the boat.

"Thanks for the warning Lt." I said sarcastically.

He laughts aloud, "Anytime."

We reach the USS Wisconsion about 30 mins later and head to our racks after showering.

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Jean walks into Lorenzo's office with the same cold look on his face, "I was told to see you when I came in this morning."

Lorenzo was facing away from Jean as he spoke, "You are correct, we have some guests showing up to visit and I want you and Marco to meet them when they arrive."

"Yes sir, who are our visitors? More FRF to interrogate?"

Lorenzo swiveled around in his chair with a smirk, "The lion and the lamb."

Jean was taken aback, "Amari and Nick?"

"The one and only."

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I wake up to find Amari already awake.

"What's up?" I asked getting up.

"We are heading back to the SWA."

"The SWA? Something go down?"

"You can say that, orders from Gen. Raymond A. Thomas himself."

"Aight so what's up?"

"SWA needs our help again. They suspect a bigger threat in the area and need as much help as they need."

"They are our original home, when are we leaving?"

"Right now."

We get geared up and head to the Chinook waiting for us. I have a compression lonsleeved shirt, vest, and a black t-shirt with tan tac trousers and tan tac basball cap. Amari has a dark green compression short sleeve shirt, vest, black tac trousers, and black Oakley Gascan sunglasses. We switch roles of sniper and spotter and trade weapons.

"Wonder if they got anymore cyborgs while we were gone." I said over the radio during our ride.

"I wouldn't doubt it. Marco and Angelica are still around from what I've heard."

"Oh yeah?"

"You heard me correctly. Look sharp Nick, we're heading home."