falling, the rope tied tightly to his belt still attached to the downed chopper. He didn't even see it coming…his vision turned red from the bang he received while being thrown out of the chopper. His vision still blurry, he heard men scream below him and twisted in the air. Needless to say, it was a bad idea. James screamed in fear as he plummeted to the ground, the cord now wound tightly across his chest. With a dull thud, he crashed to the ground. The wounded soldier tried blinking the trickling blood from his eyes, to no avail.

He gasped at the pain as it blossomed through his chest. James heard large creaks behind him and rolled onto his side to see the chopper hitting a dilapidated tower and crashing twenty feet away, blades still spinning at a frightening rate. He felt the cord tighten as it tugged him towards the chopper, god damn it! He thought to himself. The chord was wrapped around the bass of the blades, and was steadily pulling him towards them. The soldier cursed his bad luck and screamed for someone. No one answered. Fuck this. Damn his mission, damn his pilot! He couldn't even recall what caused the crash..he saw bodies around him, some of his fellow soldiers, others, rotting corpses. 7 feet from the blades he screamed for relief, and it came in an unlikely form. He looked up at his guardian angel, a bearded man in a pale, bloody yellow jacket and grey trousers holding a knife.

'Are you alright?' the man asked, sounding exhausted. 'Come with me. We don't have much time…' He said nervously, untying the ropes and putting the wounded soldiers arm over his shoulder.

He tried thanking the man, but couldn't find the strength. He looked around seeing some survivors dusting themselves off, picking up their discarded weapons and helping others. They entered one of the towers. Up close, his savior resembled a starved wolf, eyes glowing with a strange fervor James had seen before. It was the glean of a man who's living on his will to survive. James groaned in pain.

'What? Why the hurry?' James asked.

'I'll explain later, let's go.'

They entered a large room filled with seats and weapons, blood stained most of the walls.

'What's goin' on?'

'A fucking nightmare.' The man, a prisoner most likely, gasped. 'This place has been overrun for about a week now. thank god you buys got my message. what are you boys? Royal Marines?'

'SAS.' James replied bluntly. The blood clearing from his eyes. His whole body was pins and needles, except for his ribcage, that ached like a mother..James was pulled out of his train of thought as the man continued.

'Op40, well until i ended up here. we've wasted enough time, C'mon soldier, lets help out your buddies.' The american continued.

He pulled James shakily to his feet, and continued out the door. the wounded soldier spotted a sour, yet familiar face.

'Captain, status.' He growled, though he was glad his friend survived, there was no time to celebrate.

'The bloody pilot's are dead, the men are fucked, almost all wounded, 7 casualties, including the darling col.' The Captain, Bishop, spat. 'Oh, and here. I found it by the gate.' Bishop handed him his famas. He then proceeded to cock his commando while James checked his weapons condition.

'Mason.' the prisoner breifly shook hands with the sour-faced captain.

'I dont fucking care who you are, prisoner, where are the wardens? eh? who sent the message?' Bishop looked around.

'It's a long story, I'll tell you boys once we've helped your men.' Mason answered, slighhtly offended.

The three men had a hard day's night ahead of them.

For those of you who've made it to the end and enjoyed this..like at all, I'm talking to you, mom! :P please R&R and i'll get to work on another chapter asap...feel free to write what you will in the reviews..

p.s. i just had to mention that song..lame jokes FTW!