CHAPTER 2:

Jennifer kept all eyes on the road, ignoring her passenger. James decided to finally speak up to her.

"Look if we are gonna have to work together, you are going to give me some respect."

"Why should I be bothered to give you any respect? You're just a little kid in a big playground with no one to protect him. You're an inexperienced idiot." She muttered harshly, still avoiding his inquisitive stare.

"All right…you may be older than me, and you may have more experience doing this kind of work, but I am here to help you out and you are here to show me how it's done. Why are you acting like such a bitch?"

"Acting? Ha." Jen paused to laugh. "It's also well known that I am a bitch. It's as simple as that. You don't work in this male-dominated business and let yourself get pushed around." She replied, turning onto the main highway heading north to Pyongyang. "There's a certain level where you have to let the idiots know who's really in charge." James scowled, looking at the road as they drove. Great, he thought, I'm stuck with her and her attitude problem. So much for being 'great'. James thought back to what Fiona had told him. He didn't think Fiona would have lied to him but, he was thinking about the possibility that she did. James folded his arms and continued watching the scenery go by. That's when it caught his eye; there was a recoilless rifle aimed right at them from a far away hill.


"Mui!" James yelled in a panic.

"What?" Jen turned and looked at him. James reached forward, pushing her back into her seat and steered the Humvee way off the road, hiding behind another hill. Jen was about to object when an explosion rocked them, sending the truck flying in the air. They tumbled about as they went into a flip. The truck eventually landed on its roof with a crunch. Jen and James had meanwhile gotten tangled up in the accident and when they finally stopped, they were practically in each other's arms. Jen glared at him while breathing heavily. She had had no idea what had just hit them, but she was glad that it didn't hit them square on. She however didn't want to tell James that. She pulled herself up off of him, escaping with only bruises, and crawled out the window of the rear driver's side where it hadn't been crunched down. James followed suit. When they got out, Jen immediately loaded her Barrett and laid down in the dirt. James tried rolling the Humvee back onto its four wheels so they had a ride out of here. It was obviously hostile territory and he didn't want to be hit by another recoilless rifle round again. Unfortunately, it wouldn't budge. The weight was too much for one person to flip over. He turned and went to ask Jen for her help.

"Mui…I need help to flip this thing."

"Go away. I am getting this bastard before we leave." She grumbled, still lining her scope up with the man behind the recoilless rifle three hundred yards away.

"Oh come one, leave him be! There'll be more where he came from!"

"Shut it. Now." Jen growled in reply. She had just lined up her cross hairs with the North Korean's head. She steadied her breathing, slowing her heart rate. Then she held her breath and pulled the trigger. She saw the lonely soldier drop down to the ground, blood gushing from his neck. She stood up, putting her rifle over her back. James had watched the whole shot in silence. She was a good sniper; that was true.

"Nice shot."

"Shut it kiss ass." Jen mumbled walking back to the wrecked Humvee. She gave one look at it and realised that it was far too heavy for either one of them to try to flip it upright. James started pushing anyways.

"It's futile to try and flip that three ton beast. We're walking. Let's go." Jen muttered as she started walking down the road.

"Wait…what about any more recoilless rifles? We'll be dead before we get back!" James hollered. But it was no use; she had already started jogging away. James ran to catch up, pulling his rifle into his hands, loading it with a fresh magazine. He followed Jen up this dirt side road. He was having a hard time catching up as she was pretty fast. Then, she suddenly stopped and ducked behind some rocks. James dropped to all fours also. He looked up and saw a few North Korean troops around a large piece of artillery. He instantly recognised the markings on it as one of Song's weapons. He crawled forward next to Jen.

"That's one of Song's weapons." He whispered. She looked through her scope. For once, he was right. "Should we go loud?"

"No…not yet." Jen leaned over the rock. James noticed she had slipped on a silencer on her Barrett. She quickly dispatched two of the men. The other two had their backs turned, obviously guarding that side of their camp. "Now we can go loud." Jen whispered, pulling out her pistol. James nodded and he opened fire on the remaining men. The one took two bullets to the chest and Jen capped the other from twenty yards with a headshot. James started looking around the camp site.

"There's got to be tons of these places around here."

"Yeah…" Jen started digging around in her knapsack. She pulled out a block of C4. She stuck it down on the artillery and started running away. James followed. They were about sixty feet away and Jennifer hit the button. A huge explosion racked the countryside, echoing in the hills and valleys. Flames licked up and debris went everywhere along the green grass. Jen started walking back towards the A.N. HQ which was roughly ten miles away. She knew that what they were dealing with was nothing more than what she had done four years ago. Only this time, she was stuck with a partner. She figured that maybe if the fighting picked up, the poor bastard might take a bullet one too many and die. Then she would be free and on her own again.