Chapter 1
Time: 7:50 local time
Year: 2011
Location: Middle East
Country: UNKNOWN
Pvt Michael Jones sat in the Blackhawk thinking about their objective, to find and kill the biggest revolutionary leader in the Middle East, Khalad Al Asad. Looking across he could see Sergeant Paul Jackson dangling his legs from the opposite Blackhawk, only a nod was exchanged between them.
Suddenly bullets clanging into the fuselage of the helicopter interrupting his thoughts,
"Return fire, return fire!" his squad leader shouted to his men over the volume of the incoming fire. Revolutionary fighters on the ground began to drop so in return they fired RPG rockets from shoulder launchers at the helicopters. By this time though the helicopters were in position over their respective drop zones, dropping the rope from his lap Jones waved to his counterparts to start roping down. Firefights between the two forces were already beginning on the ground and he could see one man from another squad already down from a gunshot wound to the leg.
Finally it was his turn to drop from the helicopter, he had never liked being stuck in one with RPG's and bullets flying around so he couldn't wait to get out, and he pushed himself away from the Blackhawk. Time felt like it was in slow motion, he could feel the rope sliding through his gloves and he could see the tracers from the M16 and M4's the marines below firing into the smoke blowing over the hostile fighters. Halfway down the rope a sudden whoosh came from the smoke and a rocket fired from the ground propelled itself straight at the hovering helicopter he was dropping from. The pilot of the Blackhawk threw the flight stick as far to the right as possible, successfully dodging the rocket but whipping the rope as a consequence. Jones felt himself lose grip and he felt himself falling, his arms flailing.