Two years ago, back on earth a small scale battle erupted in a small south african village between a unit of British special forces and a band of terrorists. My mercenary unit was hired to infiltrate and capture the terrorist leader Cortez Havier while the British engaged the main forces. Our mission was suppose to be simple, however what we expected was not what we ended up with...
As our team began to close in on our objective the situation takes a turn for the worst. Shortly after our comrades engaged the main unit something ravaged their main encampment. Whatever happened had left the bodies of our enemies into pieces. Limbs seperated from bodies, blood painted the ground and tents, war is terrible thing, but what we see here no longer seems like war. A massacre. The enemy's main encampment is in ruins, the village nearby is now endanger. The next order I give my team is clear, however it may be the worst mistake I have made.
"sir! You were right, whatever did this to the camp targeted the village. Tony is on his way back with the details as we speak."
Tony Spencer, my second in command and best friend. At my side we have been through many contracts over the years. A truly loyal comrade in the midst of war. With all of his training his specialty heavily relied on sniping and recon. I have never met anyone who could out match his marksmenship with one. He is a dangerous shot as a distance but when it comes to up close and personal he is able to disconnect his scope and use it as a standard battle rifle.
Tony: Arc!
Rushing from the forest ahead he makes his way to us heavily fatigued. He had ran back from at least a half a mile through the forest.
Arc: Hows it look back in the village.
Tony: Terrible, fatalities everywhere. Women and children among the casualties. Whoever attacked had no remorse for who they killed.
Arc: Hm... Was Cortez among these corpses?
"No sir, not that we could tell seeing how messed up the bodies were. Were positive he wasn't among them."
Arc: ... Gather up the men and set out for the village. We have to make sure whoever is doing this pays before too many civilians die.
Tony: Got it boss! Everyone were heading out immediately!
We traveled from the camp through a half a miles worth of forest, Carlos as clumsy as he is managed to fall into a simple forest trap. Hanging upside down by his feet was an embarrassing sight. Almost felt like leaving him hanging there but I gave him pity and cut him down. As we arrived in the village the sun was already setting. What awaits us we were not sure, but for the sake of the innocents at risk we had to do something...