I already feel empty inside without Hacker :( Sooooo I started a new story and I hope this is as popular as Hacker was, it's a lot edgier than Hacker with the type of story line it's going on.

Rated M for mature and later fun ;)

War! World War III had broken out and England is being attacked by Germany, all hands on deck under the Queen's Royal Army!

So… let me know what you think, it it's even worth continuing or not.

-Jaunt

Chapter 1-Who the Hell Are You?

BAM! BA-BUMB! SSSSSHHHHHHH-CRACK!

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!" I whipped around to search for the voice calling for me. An exhausted looking man ran up to me, panting, and handed me a note, "A-" pant "message from-" pant "the brass." He doubled over as he tried to catch his breath. I looked at the note and my grin fell.

"What the fuck do they think they're playing at?" I demanded of the Private First Class. They wanted me to take in another damn man? I didn't need any more people to watch over, especially not some boy fresh out of boot camp. "You take this and shove it right up their asses." I snapped at the messenger who looked taken aback.

"Sir?"

"Fine, tell them no way in hell am I taking this twit." I crumpled the paper and tossed it over my shoulder, glaring at the guy until he turned around and ran off to return back to the men upstairs that controlled all of our fighting.

First Lieutenant Mihael Keehl, 22, of the Queen's Royal Army. That was me; I had climbed the ranks even in boot camp so when I finally made it onto the field it didn't take long at all to jump to First Lieutenant. I had every intention of one day being addressed as General Keehl like my father but I refused to be handed the position like everyone thought I'd do. I was a fighting man with testosterone running in my veins instead of blood.

BOOOOOOOM!

Some of the men jumped at the bomb going off so close to where we were waiting, others barely even noticed. My men were strong, they had proven themselves in battle many times over but there were just some things you couldn't prepare yourself for in this world. Bombs would be one of them. I looked around for where I had tossed my helmet and swore. "Dammit!" I hissed and looked around again.

"Here ya go Lieutenant." Marco Andrews said and picked up my helmet from the ground to toss it to me. Once I secured it down onto my head, I looked up and down the line at my men who were on edge. Waiting any longer and fights would start breaking out and that was the last thing that I needed.

We were still in the bombing phase of St. Albans so we wouldn't see any action until we dropped out last bomb on the invading force of Germany. The mother fucking third world war was breaking out and we were sitting here with nothing to do, what the hell was going on?

That night, under the starless night, I started a poker game with a few of my closer friends in my squad. I looked at the cards I had just exchanged and thought to myself good enough to bluff for. So I went with that. I'd bluff my way to a win. We didn't play for money, I didn't allow it on the field since it could cause small feuds between the men and it wasn't worth risking someone's life for. No gambling what so ever except with poker chips that meant nothing without any monetary backing. "Hey Mihael, when's the newbie coming?" Ron Jackman asked as I stood to get a cup of hot coffee from the fire.

"Tomorrow, before any action starts. Got another notice saying we're getting pushed back to get this dumb fuck situated among us." I sat back on the ground with a mug of the sweet nectar of the gods and got dealt in for the next hand of poker.

Men started going to bed, wrapping up in their jackets for warmth against the coming winter that would really make this a frozen hell. Terry Helsing and Mark Rodney were taking the first watch so I was able to pull my coat around me and get a few hours of sleep. The trade off was regular, ever hour to avoid fatigue in the men.

Morning rolled around all too early and the military super jeeps came to pick us up to head back. They sure were going to all hell's expense to get this guy situated in my squad. I already hated him for all the trouble he was causing us and the lost battle time. Contrary to popular belief, we liked fighting.

The ride back to first base wasn't all that long, maybe forty five minutes on the highway from St. Albans north to Ampthill Flitwick. A glance at my watch told me it was only nine hundred hours when we got off the jeep at our destination. "Lieutenant, Major General Witman wants a word with you." I followed the Corporal into the big building where Major General Witman was and showed me to the right room.

I knocked and entered, saluting my superiors immediately before relaxing slightly to attention. I was asked to sit and did as I was told, sitting in one of the chairs that had been indicated. A file was tossed to me with a name on it, Mail Jeevas. "He's your new member, a brilliant hacker and highly excelled at many other things. I thought you could put him to good use."

The meeting was incredibly brief which suited my battle ready mind perfectly. I hated sitting around while men talked about things I didn't care about. As I was walking out of the building, some moron walked right into me and dropped the things he was carrying, "Watch it arsehole!" I shouted and glared at him. His helmet had come off to reveal a shock of bright red hair that had to be natural or else he would have a complete buzz cut to get the color out. "Dumb twat." I grumbled to myself as I stalked off to return to my squad. "Mail Jeevas is the new guy, treat him like you would anyone-blah blah blah just don't get him killed."

We walked to one of the grassy areas and went to wait there for the new guy who was already late.

The red headed man from before walked up to us and looked for the highest rank, who was me, "Who the hell are you?" I demanded of the moron who had run into me earlier.

"Mail Jeevas, sir, reporting for duty." Oh hell no.