Chapter 1
NCIS
Marine Irvin Miller was a High School drop out. Not possessing an overabundance of brains, or an ability to understand very much of anything that was said to him, it wasn't soon before he became involved in drug trafficking and car theft. However, due to his lack of brains it wasn't soon before he was caught either. When he was charged he was given two choices, go to jail for twelve years or do service in the United States Marine Corps for six years. He chose the latter, unwittingly thinking that it was the easier option. However this was not what he was thinking now, as he slumped forward into the bonnet of a Humvee, blood spurting in a crimson ribbon from his severed Jugular. He fell back, barely registered the cold, hard pebbles digging into his back. Darkness descended over his eyes, and the last thought that Marine Irvin Miller ever had was; why did I want drugs so bad...
The daughter of a career US Marine Colonel, Lieutenant Jessica Ashenhurst made her way down the perfect rows of Humvee's in the motor pool. She often admired the mathematical precision of the neatly rowed vehicles. However, in spite of her military background, nothing could have prepared her for this. She saw it, as clear as the Humvee beside her, a glint of metal and a desert yellow Humvee being covered in red. Shocked, horrified she froze. What should she do, should she run? Should she investigate? Should she open fire with her side arm? Should she radio in for help? All of these thoughts flashed through her head in 0.42 seconds, until her proud warrior spirit shouted an order at her, FORWARD! A cold fury settled over her, how dare a nobody sneak in to a US base and go about murdering its personnel with a cold, calculated and horrifying efficiency. Grabbing her side arm from its holster and radioing her position and what she had seen to every person on the base with a radio, she advanced. She half jogged to the murder scene with her weapon ready, only to see what looked like a black silhouette escaping into the shadows of a servicing area, enraged she fired off three rounds in the hope of wounding the murderer but it was too late, he had escaped into the abyss of nothingness. She kneeled to the Marines side, hoping to offer some words of comfort or at least let him see her perfect face, with its ice white eyes and blonde hair before he passed to the other side. But hazelnut eyes stared past her, unseeing at the sky.