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Extraterrestrial
Chapter1: Jihadist in the Sand
"Three coming in on your right Paul!"-Quil shouted while he fought, just as two terrorist came charging with weapons few terrorist had and only Ancrine's knew about.
As human, Paul was trying to gather the weapons the terrorist were fighting to keep, but turned in time to phase, stunning and scaring the two assailants. He charged at them and in two giant leaps, rammed into the closets one. There was an audible snap and the man wrapped head to toe in Muslim garb, gasped in fear and excruciating pain before he and Paul slammed into the ground where more cracks were heard. Sand kicked up all around them as they skid to a stop.
"Noooo please! Allah save m-"-he tried shouting before Paul sliced into his neck with his claws. He clamped his jaws around the lifeless man's body, shaking him like a ragdoll, then tore into his motionless body until he was shreds of flesh and blood. He huffed over the remains before turning, a deep growl rumbling in his chest at the other man's retreating figure. Paul leaned his head back taking a deep breath, inhaling the extreme fear that was potent and dripping from the man.
The other terrorist that had ran, was tripping over his long garb as he struggled to get away through the heavy sand. He was shouting in Pashtu and waving his cloth that had been on his head, as he ran towards a steep hill. Paul raced after him, growling and barking. He closed in on the man and leaped in the air.
"Death to America! May Allah's wrath f-aaaahhhh!"-he didn't get to finish before Paul landed on him and finished him off much like his friend.
"Let me know how those virgins turn out."-Paul hissed at the remains.
"Good work Paul."-Sam huffed as he finished off his own subject. They gave a once over of the surrounding desert before phasing back.
"That wasn't that hard and it was only about thirteen men. What was the point in sending us in they should've just sent the Marines; all they had was a small cache of weapons. Waste of our time."-Embry complained as Sam retrieved his ear piece.
"What's up Jake? Why do you look like that?"-Seth asked and they all turned to Jacob who was looking around with a rigid back, squinted eyes, frowning.
"I don't know. Doesn't it seem strange they sent us out here just to take out thirteen Jihadists with no data to collect and only a couple of weapons? They don't send us in for petty shit like this which we're way too advanced to bother with."-he said thoughtful. His senses were in overdrive; he had a bad feeling.
"So what are you saying?"-Sam asked just as he connected to their commanding officer of the mission and head of Ancrine back at headquarters, muting it so Jacob could finish. He felt something was amiss as well.
"Something is off. They would never send us out here for this. I know they weren't sure what it was and wanted us to check it out, but they had to have knew something. And why was he shouting in Pashtu waving that rag, but shouted to us in English?"-he wondered as did the rest of the pack. Sam looked around the surrounding desert as he connected to headquarters.
"We've swept through, all EKIA (enemy killed in action), weapons acquired. We're headi-"-Sam stopped talking when they sensed and could faintly hear something in the distance.
"What is that?-Jared asked as he stepped forward, shielding his yes from the sun. They all paused for a second before dashing in the direction their senses and the noise was taking them.
'What the hell is going on?"-Embry asked as they felt the ground begin to vibrate and heard voices, many voices, many voices that sounded like they were running towards them.
"Commander Uley…Uley come in!"-General Carlisle shouted through the earpiece, but his voice faded as the wolves made it to the top of the hill. They stood with their mouths and eyes agape.
"My God…"-Jared breathed.
There were hundreds of terrorists charging at them, yet there were no shelters in the surrounding area for them to have been hiding or pouring out from. Man after man charged at them, shooting, shouting, all but foaming at the mouth.
"Where the hell are they coming from?"-Seth breathed
"Who cares kill them all!"-Paul growled as he took a step forward. Jacob balled his fist and crouched growling.
"To the last man…"-Jacob shouted as he phased.
"To the last wolf…"-Sam shouted as he too phased.
"To the last breath!"-the rest of the pack, in unison, shouted and phased. They mimicked Jacob's stance, crouched and growling at the approaching mob.
"We're greatly outnumbered and have never encountered so many at once, but we fight and we fight hard. Fight together, fight smart, and everybody make sure you're watching somebody's six. I want no back unprotected. They have the advantage until they hit the curve leading up the hill, so wait."-Jacob ordered, fur bristled. The pack was anxious, eager, and ready; no fear only determination and acceptance if they died.
"Once the first fuck's toe touches the curve we go!"-Paul snarled, foaming at the mouth. They remained hunched as they surveyed as much of their enemy as possible, and still trying to figure out where they were coming from.
The wolves pawed the ground, growling and snarling. Paul was watching their feet intently, just waiting for a toe. The jihadists moved in closer, unbeknownst to what they were really up against, and that's when it happened, the toe Paul had been waiting for.
"Now!"-Sam ordered.
They took off like lighting down the hill, paws barely touching the sand. The Jihadists who couldn't really see the pack from below the hill, were finally able to get a good look at the pack. Shock took over, most panicked but all were terrified. Some ran back the other way, others stood motionless, some dropped to their knees in prayer, and others surged on despite fear and the creatures heading straight for them. The smell of fear from such a large group, poured over the pack like spilled oceans of Red Bull, fueling their lust to fight.
Finally they met: weapons shooting, teeth slicing, paws cutting, men screaming. The wolves were taking a lot of hits, but thanks to Carlisle, they were even more indestructible than what their DNA provided which said a lot. The pack was surprisingly making quick work of the humans; with more than half having run and currently running it helped greatly. A few wolves sustained injuries but nothing that wasn't quickly healed. Numbers started dwindling down and that's when Sam saw and smelled white chimney like smoke, just as he tossed a body.
"Jacob!"-he called and showed him. Jacob continued fighting as he tried figuring out what that smell was and where it was coming from.
"It's coming up from the ground! "-Seth shouted and his distraction caused his opponent to get a good chunk of his stomach. He howled and fell to the ground phasing, blood leaking from a gaping hole.
"Seth!"-Brady shouted and ran over with Paul, destroying the bastard and those trying to kill Seth while he was down.
"Why the hell is there smoke coming from the ground?"-Quil shouted as he dodged a machete.
"What the fuck?"-Jacob said and stopped fighting, confused as he looked to the right.
"Jacob what the hell are you doing, keep fighting!"-Sam shouted panicked, as he bit down on the abdomen of a man aiming his rocket launcher at Jacob, and in one swift move, bit him in half.
"Look,"-Jacob breathed; they observed the Jihadists that were rapidly retreating, disappearing into the sand.
"What the fuck was that?"-Paul shouted.
They finished off the rest of those still around and stood watching man after man disappear into the sand.
"How the hell are they doing that?"-Jared wondered.
"Let's find out. Take Seth back now Brady!"-Jacob ordered and ran full speed after the disappearing jihadists, the pack right behind him.
"Hurry they're almost all gone!"-he ordered. Just when they were feet away from them and before the last man disappeared into the sand, they felt a rumble and heard what sounded like something moving.
"What is that?"-Quil whimpered as they started sliding.
"No wait!"-the last of the men shouted as they all continued running.
"Wait for wha-"suddenly the sand ahead was vibrating so much, it shifted, revealing a colossal sized metal door sliding closed just underneath. As Commander, Sam made the split decision to follow the man and so the pack jumped down through the huge metal door before it closed on them, phasing back before hitting the bottom of the dark space.
"Where the hell are we?"-Embry whispered. Thankfully they could see due to their wolf DNA.
"I don't know but stay in tight formation."-Sam ordered. They stealthily followed the terrified Jihadists that narrowly made it in themselves. They sounded as if they were crying as they blubbered to one another and raced through the facility. They were walking for a while before they hit a hallway where all of the pack felt a slither up their spine.
"I don't like this."-Jacob said wearily as they slowed to a stop, letting the men go wherever they were heading.
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"Uley come in damnit!"-Carlisle shouted into his headset back at their facility. He'd been in the middle of asking what they'd found when Sam stopped talking. All he heard after that was growling, shooting, shouting and screaming before static.
"You think they found anything or what they've been doing?"-Edward, the second –in- command over Ancrine, asked.
"Something happened. Their collars were spiking in unusual patterns before they just went blank all together! Seth's turned blue meaning he must've been badly injured. For some reason I can still see his and Brady's, so they must be separated from the rest of the pack. This has never happened I don't know what's going on!"-Carlisle exclaimed as he anxiously paced the control room.
"Then Uley probably sent him back with another wolf, Brady I presume."-Edward surmised.
"Yeah,"-Carlisle said just as he noticed something about the readings. "Hey look at this!"-He shouted excitedly, almost giddy. Edward came over and read over what Carlisle pointed to and gasped.
"Are those…Does this mean…"
"Yes, those are the exact same signals we got when we found Uley and his alien wolf pack, which means..."-Carlisle smiled so wide his face hurt but he didn't care. He ran over to the red command phone as he shouted orders at Edward.
"Call the guards and get them ready!"-he shouted; Edward saluted and rushed out the room. "You won't believe it! Get the Seals there are more. I'm sending the coordinates now."-he breathed into the phone just as he heard Brady shouting for him. He cussed, quickly gave the coordinates, & briefing, and then ran to assess Seth's damage and fix him up.
AN: Hope you like! Not 100% how this will go now that it's a standalone. I've written most, it's not long, but am debating adding chapters or leave it at the two or three. I just didn't think it fit my Leah+Carlisle collection in LAWL & it somehow ended up Blackwater. They're just meant to be *sighs girly*. I have a really good idea for E in that series I'll write today or tomorrow. Has it been a while, yes, do I feel sh*tty about it, yes, am I sorry, double yes, will I be back to writing since everything is fine now & no semester going on, no promises, but I foresee no reason not to. I want to wrap-up Holiday in Handcuff before going back to Flag on Play & Special Arrangement which I feel most guilty about:( Feel free to reread, or read if you haven't, my other stories & review, my pretties. So for now this is T but if I choose to make a few more chapters it could change to M, but again no lemons that's not my thing although I enjoy them lol. I missed you my lovelies & look forward to being back, hopefully for good…until the fall.
The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, so I need you to read then I need you to review…or I'll get the mafia on you & put a canary in your throat! I was bored one day so decided to see what Mob Wives was & boy did I fall in love! Them girls smh. I was thinking about doing a Blackwater comedy with them as the Mob Wives. Leah will be Ramona or Renee of course b/c they are craaazzy & I love them the most. Emily & Bellawhore will be Drita she's a wanna be & Carla she's fake& talks about everyone but is a coward, I hate them or Karen b/c she's so annoying trying hard to be a thug. Let me stop lol. Check it out if you haven't; not for kids fyi lol.