Off Radar
Chapter 1
Tracking Makarov
The noise of the engine was defining as the helicopter started to lift. Along with me on this recon mission were Sgt. Sammuels, Cpt. Price, Sgt. Sean and Cpt. Shan. The helicopter surged forward and soon we were cruising over Iraq. 5 minutes later, we got the signal to start looking for Makarov's car. It has a huge black X on its roof.
"I've found him!" yelled our pilot.
"Where is he Sammuels?" I shouted back.
"North. He's in a yellow Ford Capri traveling at speed through a small market," he replied.
"Gotcha!"
We tracked the car until it stopped, and then we passed on co-ordinates and registration.
We spun round and my heart stopped. On the roof of the building opposite us was a man with an RPG resting on his shoulder.
"Boys, it's been …" But gunfire drowned out the sound of his voice. I realized that it was our gunfire and that the car alarm was probably because the man fell on top of it.
"We better get moving before anyone else tries to shoot us down."
"Price is right," said Sammuels as he steered our heli away from the building a crack swept through the chopper and our pilot, Sgt. Sammuels lay motionless in his chair.
"Oh god, we're all gonna die!" I screamed. The helicopter lurched forward violently. I was weightless. As I opened my eyes, the ground was closing in.