-CHAPTER 2: Preparation-

Moreno's POV:

"Hey Moreno," Hudson shoved, "wake up."

I awoke with a start and turned to face his direction, and I waited for my eyes to adjust. There, standing in front of me, a very good looking Hudson just standing there in a beige towel, while his hairy chest was shining with water droplets. He had just gotten out of the shower.

I don't wanna say it, but Hudson looked extremely attractive just standing there and staring back into my eyes. If I had a vajayjay I would totally go for him right now. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mason getting dressed at the other corner of the room.

"Ugh... Whaat timee iss it?" I asked

"It's 4:30," he replied. "I'm sorry that we didn't wake you up earlier. We has just gotten up half an hour ago and it didn't cross our minds to tell you to wake up...We thought that we should go jogging with the dawn before our mission briefing..."

"Dat's so early," I yawned. "You sso sstupid, maan."

He chuckled. I got out of bed and ran towards the shower stalls. It didn't appear that anyone else was awake at this time, which puzzled me. In the various armies that I trained in, we woke up at five-hundred hours, which screwed up my sleep cycle, and usually people are up well before it thanks to the absolutely fucking stupid wake-up trumpet.

At the locker rooms, I quickly got undressed, took my shampoo and soap out of my locker, and stepped into a nice warm stream of water. While I was washing, I could have sworn that I heard a couple of footsteps behind me. I ignored them however, and continued to wash. I was done washing in seven minutes and went to my locker. I heard the locker room doors open and close and I whipped around.

No one was there.

"What the hell?" I thought out loud.

After a minute, I shrugged it off and continued getting dressed. I went to reach into my locker when I saw something weird that made me pause for a second. I'm beside Woods' locker. I look to its left - Mason's locker. I looked to the right of my locker - Hudson's locker. To the right of that - a guy named Weaver's locker.

I found that ironic. I heard that Weaver was a good friend to Hudson, and Woods was a long time partner to Mason. I also noticed something else. When I looked closer into all of their names, I noticed that they were all engraved into the door while mine was a sticker. I got up and partly peeled the sticker to see if there was something behind it. Like I thought, behind it was another guy's name, also engraved.

Bowman...This used to be Bowman's locker. I wonder what happened to him. Probably K.I.A. But more importantly, is that what I am? The new Bowman?


After I met with Mason and Hudson, we went for a jog around the offices. It was surprisingly big, with a couple of buildings behind the main that I've never seen before.

The entire office complex was sort of in a T, and it was very long, (that's what she said). But really, it was very large for an office. While we were all jogging around the complex, Mason thought of the greatest fucking idea in the history of greatest fucking ideas!

To race back!

I told him that the thought was completely original. That was sarcasm and I know he could sense it, but he shrugged it off and we took our places at the "starting line," which was just a big, uneven crack in the concrete. Hudson counted down at regular intervals, which I appreciated, and we dashed off once he said "go."

As I expected, I was first to the front door, and Hudson was second. (The guy with the brilliant idea came last. Haha!)

When we came back to our (my) room, it was still 5:30, and so we waited out the half an hour just talking about useless stuff. At six-hundred hours, we went to Gravens' office.

"All three of you are here!" Gravens exclaimed. "Excellent. Now about the mission..." He explained that we would be dropped off somewhere hidden but relatively near the Hanoi Hilton - it would give lesser chances for the chopper dropping us of to get shot down by hostiles. It would take place during night, and we needed to be stealthy about it for a higher success rate. We would be able to pick our own weapons and camouflage gear before the mission starts.

I thanked Gravens for the nice opportunity.

"You don't need to thank me for everything Major," Gravens replied. "It's because you officers are going on a very dangerous mission. And since some of you prefer some weapons over others, we thought that it would be nice that you guys choose once in a while."

Mason and Hudson smiled. "When do we start, General?" Mason asked.

"Immediately," Gravens responded. "There will be a chopper waiting outside for you after you picked your weapons."

Mason and Hudson led me towards the Weapons Depot.

"How are you Major already?" A confused Hudson asked. "That's higher than Captain!"

"I was in service for twenty years and got perfect results on all of my tests," I answered. "The real question is why they haven't promoted me to General or Commander yet!"

Mason and Hudson laughed while we arrived at the Depot, where a guy was standing, hunched over the counter, maybe doing a rotation of twelve hours each with another officer.

"Hello, gentlemen," the clerk said. "May I help you?"

"Sierra-Fox-Trot," I said. "Cleared by the General."

With that, he stood up and walked over to the door and let us in to choose our own weapons, rather than him choosing for us. It was a password that only certain people in the force know. When we walked in, it was like every shooter's haven!

There was everything ranging from Shotguns and Pistols, to Sniper Rifles and Sub-Machine Guns.

"Whoa..." I stared in awe at the hundreds of guns that could potentially supply a small army. "This was here and I never knew about it for a whole three weeks?"

"Yeah," Hudson acknowledged. "You were missing out."

We laughed and picked our weapons. Mason picked an M16 with Red-Dot Sight with Dual Mags for a faster reload, and took two Pythons that I would've guessed he would, Dual-Wield with. Hudson picked an AUG with an ACOG Sight and a Suppressor, and took a Crossbow so he could clear out big rooms full of enemies. I took an AK-47 with Extended Mags, an L96A1 with a Suppressor, and two CZ75's, to also Dual-Wield with, when the time comes.

"How can you even carry that much weight?" Mason asked, looking at my slim but very muscular frame.

"Boy," I started, while upgrading my CZ's to have Full Auto firing, "you won't believe how much weight I can carry with ease."

Once we all took some Semtexes and some Flashbangs, we headed out to the chopper waiting outside. We lifted off and flew into the dawn's abyss.


AUTHOR'S NOTES

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