Spider-Man
UNLEASHED
CHAPTER 1
Afghanistan
Camp Foxtrot – 3:30 PM
This camp was a home to about three hundred U.S. soldiers, and one of those men, was a young GI named Peter Parker. Peter was from a small suburb in New York, where he resided with his Uncle Ben and Aunt May. He never got a chance to grow up with his parents, because at the age of five, he got into a tragic car accident, which killed the both of them.
Peter didn't exactly grew up to be a bright guy that his parents wanted him to be, but he was wise enough to keep a well maintained grade to get him through high school.
Inside his tent, Parker slacked off on his sturdy yet uncomfortable bed. Parker was pretty occupied reading a letter, when one of his roommates toppled his glasses off his face.
"Heeeey puny pete, is that a letter from your dream girl Gwen Stacy?"
'Puny Pete' was actually the alias given to him by his drill sergeant during boot camp, due to his stunted height and lean body frame.
"Do you mind Ramirez, this is from my aunt and uncle." Peter replied picking up his glasses.
"Well you better read it fast, CO wants us at the briefing room in fifteen minutes."
"Thirty minutes, I though briefing was at forty three hundred hours?"
"Well the recon guys were suppose to scout our objective, but they got caught into a firefight. They manage kill off the entire squad of terrorist stationed there, all we have to do now is sweep up the place." Ramirez told Parker as he wore his Kevlar vest.
"Alright…just give me a minute."
Parker looked back at the letter, and scanned through the last part of it that said: "Me and your aunt are glad that you made the decision to leave the Army. Everyday we worried that someone from the military, would knock at our front door and tell us your dead. You've been like a son to us, we don't want to lose you Peter, I hope your understand that.
Anyway, make sure to call once you're on your way home, your aunt needs to prepare you your favorite meat loaf. Stay safe until then, Love Aunt May and Uncle Ben."
Thirty minutes later…
A small village, 30 kilometers away from Camp Foxtrot
A Black Hawk helicopter landed a few yards away from the abandoned village. Deployed from the chopper was Bravo Team, which consisted of Parker, Ramirez, Elliot and Smith. Parker's team immediately approached the Recon team, who were waiting for them near one of the wrecked houses.
"You must be Bravo Team, Sergeant Bigby." A grizzled GI confronted Parker.
"Peter Parker, Specialist. We would like a status report sir."
"There were fourteen men stationed here, we were on our way back to HQ to report. But one their snipers spotted us before we could leave. Two of my best marksman popped six tango each, which means we have two left to deal with."
"Where are they now sarge?"
"The men went inside that building." The officer pointed at a small house a few feet away. "We checked inside and found a ladder going down. We wanted to make a pursuit, but we were low on mags, with what they did I think they deserve a break."
"Alright Sarge, we'll take it from here."
"Stay frosty in there kid, don't want to see a bullet hole in ya once you get back."
Sergeant Bigby gave Parker a small smile, before he and his team entered the chopper. Parker was quickly reminded him of his Uncle Ben, after he heard the Sergeant's comforting words. Ben Parker carried on the role of a father figure for Parker, ever since he moved in. Ben and May Parker embraced young Parker in to their family, like he was their own son.
The team descended down the ladder that the sarge mentioned, and what they stumbled upon was an underground facility. The place was well lit; the interior wall was paved with concrete and was well ventilated. Parker's team stood in awe, as their eyes wondered around with amazement.
"This ain't no bomb shelter, that's for sure." Elliot said.
"From the looks of it, this is a chemical weapon's facility." Parker explained. "Gas masks on, and switch to rubber rounds. This place could be fuming with flammable gas."
"Shit Parker, don't need we need a hazard team to deal with this instead." Ramirez complained.
"We got no time for that, the survivors in here probably called in for backup already. We got about thirty to forty minutes to get an evac and blow this place up."
The four men took out their standard gas mask from their backpack, and wore it in place. The mask had communication devices in it, to help soldier communicate better when wearing it.
They started approach a door on the left, a few feet away from their position, when suddenly; one of the terrorists popped up from the end of the hallway, and shot his pistol thrice. The marines immediately ducked down after the first shot, except for Parker who was slow to react. The third shot landed right on Parker's chest, which threw him to the ground. Ramirez immediately came to Parker's aid, while Smith and Elliot returned fire.
"Parker! Parker!"
"It's alright Ramirez…it was only 9 mil. My vest got it." Parker replied with a shaky voice, pointing at a piece of lead dug at his vest.
"That's gonna leave a mark, hope you didn't break rib." Ramirez gave a smirk, while he assisted Parker back to his feet.
"We didn't get him, he probably ran away after we returned fire." Elliot explained
"Alright then, just stay sharp. Lets try to get in to that room first." Peter said staring at the piece of lead he held on his finger.
With Parker recovered, Bravo Team approached the door again in a synchronized fashion. Smith kicked the door open, and they swarm the room with guns at the ready. The room had a large wooden table inside, with enough beakers and test tubes to start a chemistry class with fifty students. At the corner of the room, one of the terrorist survivors sat on the floor with a bullet wound on the shoulder. He was unconscious, most likely due to blood loss.
"Can you patch him up Parker? We'll take this one for interrogation. Me and the boys will hunt down the last guy."
"Alright, be careful Ramirez."
Ramirez and the others left the room, while Parker grabbed his first aid kit out. He cut off the piece of fabric sticking to the wound, and placed a patch through the bullet hole to stop the bleeding. During that process, a spider from the ceiling came dangling down on Parker's helmet, without him even noticing.
After patching up the injured terrorist, Parker began to investigate the collection of scientific equipment on the table. While the spider on his head, made his way through his neck, where he bit him. Parker felt the painful sting, and quickly held on to that part of his neck. The spider managed to jump off in time before Parker could get his hand on him.
"Jesus christ, what in the world was that?"
Parker then heard the sound of a continuous gunfire. Alarmed at what could have happened to his comrades, he immediately came running out the room, and traced the hallway. At the end of it, he saw his team standing near a corpse of the terrorist that shot him down.
"We got him. Time to blow this place up."
For the next fifteen minutes or so, Bravo Team installed enough C4to bury the facility in soil forever. Afterwards, the team left the facility with the injured terrorist, and called in evac. Once they were in the safe distance, Ramirez activated a trigger on his hand, and blew up the C4s.
On their way back, Parker kept rubbing his neck where the spider bit him. Smith took notice, and a got a good look at his neck.
"Hey Parker, I think something stung you on the neck. You got a big red zit right there."
"Yeah, I think it was scorpion that got me. I'll get it checked once we get back."
Camp Foxtrot – 6:20 PM
Back in their tent, Parker lied down on his bed feeling a massive headache. He rubbed his sweaty forehead back in forth, but it still felt like his head was about to burst. To him, it was like the first day of boot camp all over again. Ramirez then entered the tent, after reporting to their commanding officer about their mission.
"You okay pete? Still feelin that bullet on your chest?"
"No, I got this massive headache right now from that bite. The medic rubbed ointment on it, and told me to sleep it off."
"That sucks…by the way, Captain Hillary was looking for you, he's thinking of promoting us man. You sure you want to leave now?"
"I made my decision Ramirez. It's not because I'm afraid of dying, and I've been through enough already for you to believe me say that. It's just that if I do die in battle, I don't know what will happen to my uncle and aunt. I'm the only relative that cares for them, since they couldn't conceive a child. I just want to be there with them you know, until their very last breath." Parker grudgingly replied.
Ramirez took a long stare at Peter before he replied. "Man, that was some dramatic speech. Anyway, we're stationed on patrol tomorrow. You better get rested then, me and Elliot are bringin some booze on the Humvee to celebrate our last time together."
Annoyed by his headache, Parker grabbed the below under his head and placed it in front of his face, to force himself to sleep. Within a matter of minutes, Parker went into a deep sleep.
to be continued...