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Game Plan
No... it couldn't be...
King jumps up from the prone and backs up against a tree, keeping his sights on the black dragon.
No, no, no. This can't be happening. How-
Kings thoughts are cut short by another ear shattering screech.
The Marine lowers his rifle slightly and raises his hand in an attempt to show no intention to harm the dragon while backing away from the ledge.
Once clear from view he turns and moves to his makeshift camp as quick as his wounds allowed.
He slumps down next to his pack and starts tearing through it for the op notes he had only taken the day prior.
What they would tell him, probably nothing but he was getting desperate for answers. While looking for the notes King pick the cube up off the ground and stares at it for a brief second.
He finally stumbled upon the note book which, to no surprise, contains no information he could use to better understand his new situation.
He felt as helpless as the dragon looked.
Yeah he has his years of training and experience but none of it could have prepared him for this. There was no class or training op titled: What to do when dropped into a different universe or world or whatever the hell he was finding himself in.
The bizarre anomaly mixed with the frequent howl from the black dragon was driving him slightly mad.
Realizing the downward spiral his mindset was taking, King sat up against a tree and, after taking a minute to recoup, tried to piece it all together.
Ok well I'm here now. Now what? I could go to the village, where ever that is. No that won't end well. Ok when we're in foreign locations we normally would take a reconnaissance mission or two to understand the terrain or people. Hmm maybe my training will come in handy after all. I'll start with that boy... umm, what's his name... fuckin'... Hiccup. Yeah that guy.
Once he had the framework of a game plan sorted out, King flipped to a fresh sheet in his note pad, drew a small circle and labeled it: "Camp". Not too far off toward the top of the paper he puts a slightly larger circle and labels it: "The Cove"
By this point the gold yellow light reflecting off his surroundings suggested that it was nearing noon.
King spent the rest of the morning cleaning his M4 and M9, sharpening his Ka-Bar, and setting up his gear for his new mission: locating the village.
Once his gear was set, King pulled out a fresh pair of woodland cammies and put them on.
The fresh fabric felt strange to him. Though it's only been a day since he had worn fresh clothing, the smooth feel to them was contrary to all that has happened to him the past day.
Once set he loaded his sidearm, placed it in the holster, packed his med-kit in his right cargo pocket and grabbed his rifle and mags. He kept the rifle in condition four: no magazine inserted, no round loaded.
Once set, King, as stealthily as possible, moved back to the ledge and watched the dragon as it tried and failed multiple attempts to jump or fly out.
After around a half hour of failing attempts the black dragon went to the far side of the cove and laid in defeat. Good news was that it did not seem to notice him.
Ten minutes into watching the dragon rest King notice a very curious looking boy slowly emerge from a cut in the wall right above the dragon.
The boy looked kind of scrawny, with noodles for legs and toothpicks for arms and smooth brown hair running down to his neck, there was no doubt as to who King was looking at.
Hiccup...
King kept watch on the two with his RCO (Rifle Combat Optics)
As the boy squats down picking up something off the ground, the dragon, looking as frustrated as ever, leaps up, passing right by Hiccup causing him to fall back.
King observes the Kid jump down to a ledge not too much further below to get a closer look as the dragon continues to desperately jump for freedom.
Hiccup pulls out a small book and stick with a pice if graphite lodged into the end of it and starts scribbling away all while whispering to himself.
The dragon gives up on jumping and goes to the end of the pond in an attempt to eat some fish, ultimately ending in failure. King was kind of starting to feel sympathy for the creature which he nearly crushes before letting any ideas get to his head.
The dragon lays next to the pond after failing at fishing. Both the dragon and Kings attention is drawn to the boy as he accidentally drops his pencil down into the cove. The dragon stood up and stared up at the boy whom took that as his cue to leave.
Once the boy was out of sight King got up to follow, at first not drawing the dragons attention but that didn't last long.
The dragon stared up at him. At least this time he wasn't snarling.
King, as fast as silence would allow him, circled around the cove and, once on Hiccups tracks, followed the boy from a safe distance.
The walk wasn't all to complicated. He followed the boy through a small valley and up a hill or two. The entire trip back Hiccup marveled at the picture he had drawn.
The dark had dominated the land before they had arrived at the village.
Off in the distance King saw light glowing. Once the village was in sight King ceased to follow the boy.
The sight of the village was impressive.
Large wooden structures cut into the side of the mountain. Even in this time humanity dominated. Controlled flames danced throughout the villages, bringing the dull village to life.
King pulled up his budget map and drew a couple squares more towards the top right corner of the paper and labeled it: "Berk".
Once satisfied, King turned towards camp, making sure to cover his tracks. King made it to the cove before a huge storm struck.
Blinding light flashed followed by a deafening crack of thunder. King's heart rate picked up. He hit the deck, loaded his rifle, and sighted in on everything in sight...
...King rode in the second humvee. He was new to the team.
Ssgt Schmitt sat up front taking charge of comms. His buddy price was on the gun.
Simple op: escort a shipment to a small town 20 clicks North.
"Alright King time to prove your worth"
A light smile formed on Schmitt's face.
"Don't worry man you'll do fine, this should go smo-"
Schmitt's statement was cut off.
A flash of light blinded the crew as a deafening bang disorientated the crew.
Small arms fire chattered in the distance. Bullets ricochet off the humvees armor.
"Eight Alpha Mike two this is Alpha three five, we're taking heavy fire, request close air support on our position"
The humvee's 50. Rang throughout the valley.
Two minutes into the attack the 50. cuts out as Price screams out in pain and drops back into the cab of the humvee.
Blood gushed from his neck.
King frantically got on the 50. Firing at whatever moved.
Heat from the burning lead vehicle added to the fog of war...
...King sights landed on a innocent pine tree. Rain washed over him, soaking his cammies. King slowly got up and took in his surroundings. He has had these kind of... incidents before but never has he been that jumpy. Looking into the cove King saw those emerald green eyes glowing back at him from the darkness.
He stared into them almost mesmerized before shaking off what had happened and continued his way back to camp.
He got out his sleeping system, set it up, took his gear off, and despite being soaked, climbed into the sleeping bag, bringing his rifle and pistol with him.
Still shook from the sudden thunderstorm it took him a little while to fall asleep.
The image of those eyes was burned into his mind.
I wonder if he knows... Well at least I found the village.
With that King zipped up the water proof layer of the system and drifted off to sleep.
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