Slow start to an amazing story. I loved doing this story so I may make these updates more often. Enjoy
Chapter 1:
The Elite 10th Mountain Division
"Okay newbie keep your eye out." Said a man sitting right next to a twenty two year old man.
"Why? Bin Laden's dead and we haven't seen hide nor hair of the Taliban. We're in the clear." Said the twenty two year old driver.
"Ryker shut up. Remember it's those Taliban pussies. They'll just hide then attack us when we don't suspect it." I said holding onto the Humvee machine gun.
"Hey do you guys see that?" Ryker asked pointing to someone on the roof.
"RPG, RPG, RPG! GET THIS TRUCK MOVING!" Yelled the man sitting next to Ryker.
"Alright sarg, damn!" Ryker exclaimed slamming his foot down on the gas pedal.
"Son of a bitch! This fag won't die!" I exclaimed firing the machine gun at the guy with the RPG.
"Fuck this! You two grab your M16's and get the fuck out of here and into some cover!" Exclaimed the Sergeant.
"Yes sir!" Ryker and I exclaimed grabbing our M16A1 assault rifles and breaking out of the humvee.
Ryker broke left and ran down an alley leading the way for the Sergeant and I. I jumped out of the top and jumped into a window to my right thinking that was where Ryker was running to. I ran down the stairs and out a side door into an alley. Ryker ran into a group of Taliban fighters when he ran around the corner with the Sergeant.
"Gire! Answer me damn it!" Exclaimed the Sergeant.
"Yes sir." I responded holding a radio up to my mouth.
"Where the hell are you!?" Exclaimed the Sergeant being shot at by two taliban soldiers.
"I got out in an alley to the right of the truck. Where are you guys?" I asked.
"Nevermind that! Ryker and I'll push through at this end! We'll rendezvous in the market! Gather any help you can find and head for the rendezvous! There should be an American patrol to the north of your position!" Exclaimed the Sergeant.
"Yes sir!" I exclaimed beginning to run down the alley to the north.
I continued to run until I saw two American humvee trucks sitting outside of a restaraunt. I ran up to a soldier standing right next to one of the trucks.
"HEY! I NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!" I yelled trying to get the soldier's attention.
"What do you need!? Can't you see a war's going on here?" Asked the soldier.
"I know my squad is in the middle of it. Listen I need you to come with me." I said trying to catch my breath.
"I can't make that decision. You need to speak with the corporal. He's inside recieving a meal and his orders for the situation." Said the soldier.
"What the hell are you then?" I asked.
"I'm a private. What are you?" Asked the soldier trying to intimidate me.
"I'm a specialist. Last time I checked that outranks you, private." I said trying to intimidate him.
"Oh... sorry sir." Said the soldier backing down.
"That's what I thought." I said walking into the restaraunt.
"Yes Staff Sergeant Ermy. We'll stay here until further orders." Said the Corporal over the radio.
"Corporal! I need to commandeer your unit." I said walking up to the Corporal.
"You can't just walk in here and give me orders. What unit are you from?" Asked the Corporal.
"Listen damn it! My squad is in trouble! They're in the middle of a major firefight with Taliban forces and I need you and your trucks to evac them out of there!" I exclaimed with a hint of urgency in my voice.
"I have orders from my Staff Sergeant to stay put until we know what's going on." Replied the Corporal.
"Gire! Where are you god damn it!? We need you on this street ASAP! We are going up against a lot of Taliban forces and they're still coming!" Exclaimed the Sergeant over the radio.
"I hear you. I found a small convoy but the commander of the unit won't go out to help you guys because he has orders from his Staff Sergeant to stay put." I replied speaking into my radio.
"Ryker talk to me! I don't want to be alone here when those twenty plus hostiles come walking down that road! Gire! I don't care if his Staff Sergeant told him to jump off the damned Grand Canyon! Tell him that I told him to get his ass moving!" Exclaimed the Sergeant.
"Let me guess. That's Sergeant Bradley, isn't it? I figured as much, he always thinks that he can boss everyone around just because he's a Sergeant. I'm not going to disobey orders, and get courtmarshalled just because that loudmouth tells me to." Said the Corporal.
"What's you're name Corporal?" I asked.
"Corporal Riley." Riley Replied.
"What if I said that even though you would be disobeying orders, you could actually be honored for selfless service in the face of the enemy and might get the silver cross. This is the perfect opportunity to gain the honor and respect that you diserve." I said trying to coax the Corporal into moving his unit out.
"..... MEN! WE'RE MOVING OUT!" Yelled the Corporal quickly walking out of the building to his trucks.
"Yes sir!" Exclaimed the soldiers jumping into the trucks.
"Soldier! You take the mini gun up top of the first truck. We're getting your boys out of there." Said the Corporal pointing at me.
"Yes sir!" I exclaimed rushing into the truck and grabbing the mini gun that sat on top of it.
As we continued to speed down the streets we could here the sound of assault rifle fire coming from a street not far south of our location. We could hear over the radio Sergreant Bradley cussing as Ryker yelled for us to move faster. A third soldier was also there, Private Jack Winters. He was crying over the radio praying to god that he could make it back to his family in Arkansas.
"Crap! Sergeant I'm out!" Ryker yelled over the radio.
"Last mag Ryker, don't miss!" Sergeant Bradley exclaimed over the radio.
"We're almost to your position! Hold out until then!" I exclaimed over the radio.
"Hurry Gire! I don't know how long these crappy M9 pistols will last!" Exclaimed the Sergeant over the radio.
"Stay frosty! We're turning onto the street!" Exclaimed the Corporal.
As we turned onto the street we saw the Sergeant and Ryker run out of ammo for their rifles and began to result to their M9 sidearms. The mini guns on both of the trucks opened fire and mowed down all of the Taliban fighters. Three Taliban fighters tried to run away, but Ryker and Sergeant Bradley quickly shot them before they had a chance to make a run for it. The Corporal opened the door talking with his Staff Sergeant over the radio. He put his radio down to tell Sergeant Bradley of the recent orders.
"Quickly Sergeant Bradley we're not done! We need to get you to the LZ I just got word that General Shepherd is pulling all of the 10th Mountain out of Afghanistan for something!" Exclaimed the Corporal putting his radio down.
"Alright! Gire good work! Keep us alive until we get to the LZ!" Sergeant Bradley exclaimed getting into the truck.
"Yes sir!" I exclaimed as the trucks began to move forward.
"Ryker. Get up on the second mini gun. You'r a better aim than these guys I know that." Sergeant Bradley said pulling the second gunner down into the jeep.
"Yes Sergeant." Ryker said getting up and grabbing the second mini gun.
"Proud of your soldiers I see." Said the Corporal looking back at Sergeant Bradley.
"Damn straight. I may bitch at them like I'm their wife but they get their jobs done. Well at least all but Private Winters in the first truck." Sergeant Bradley replied chuckling at Private Winters sobbing during the Taliban's attack.
"Damn this place is dead." I said doing a three sixty trying to not get killed.
"Stay frosty." Ryker replied doing the same thing.
"Hooah." I said facing forward.
We continued down the road noticing a few suspicious characters watching us from building balconies. We continued until we noticed a man with an RPG on the roof of a school building just in front of us. Before we could yell anything out the RPG fired and the truck burst into flames as the explosion knocked the trucks occupants out and scattered them all over the street. I got up and got behind cover quickly as everyone in the second truck got out to get behind cover as well.
"Bradley, Ryker! Take these M4 carbines! Take them and get your squad out of here!" Exclaimed the Corporal.
"You're damn foolish! We're not leaving you here damn it!" Bradley exclaimed.
"Our mission is to get you to the LZ in one piece! Do that for us and if we die then it won't be for nothing!" Exclaimed the Corporal.
"Gire! Get that damn crybaby out of the god damn road before he gets killed!" Exclaimed the Sergeant pointing at Private Winters.
"Yes sir! Come on you damn whiny bitch!" I said grabbing the back of Private Winters' collar and pulling him out of the road.
"I'm sorry sir. I just froze up." Said a sobbing Private Winters.
"You're a soldier god damn it! Now grow a pair and get your ass moving!" I said slapping the Private.
"Yes sir!" Exclaimed the Private.
"Squad on me! Check your corners and keep moving we need to get to the airport and rendezvous with the rest of the 10th! We're America's special forces! This is what we do for a living and what we do in our sleep, let's get it done gentlemen!" Sergeant Bradley exclaimed jogging down the street.
"YES SIR!" We all exclaimed simultaneously.
We ran down the street and turned on the main highway. We ran into resistance on the main road. We dove behind cars for cover as Taliban forces pushed forward on the road. A white truck with a machine gun nailed down in the back came driving up. The machine gun fired on our position. Private Winters took aim and shot the driver of the truck sending the truck plowing into a closed store. The machine gunner's head was slammed against the wall as debris fell on top of him killing him slowly. We moved forward shooting the Taliban fighters as we saw them. Ryker pushed me out of the way and shot a Taliban sniper that was aiming for my head and shot him before the Taliban fighter could take the shot. We rushed down the main highway until we saw a convoy of trucks pull up with mini guns shoot the Taliban fighters that were coming out of the side streets behind us. Corporal Riley and his squad got out and began to give us covering fire as we continued to run toward the convoy. We got into the trucks with the Corporal's team and the convoy sped away to the airport.
"God damn thank god for you Corporal!" Bradley exclaimed with happiness.
"Thank General Shepherd. If he didn't send this convoy out for us then they never would've known you were out here." Said the Corporal.
"My legs hurt like a bitch sarg." Ryker said breathing heavily.
"Tell me about it." Replied the Sergeant chuckling.
"Nice shot Private." I said turning to Winters.
"Thanks sir." Winters replied.
"Thank god you grew a pair." I said putting my head back.
We arrived at the airport with General Shepherd rushing to greet us as we came in.
"Sergeant Bradley, Corporal Riley glad to see your squads made it out okay! Sergeant Bradley your squad needs to get on those planes now!" Exclaimed Shepherd shaking the Sergeant's and the Corporal's hands.
"Where are we off to General?" Asked Sergeant Bradley.
"To the Sauds. Al Asad." General Shephered answered quickly walking away.
"Al Asad. Of course it would be him." Said the Sergeant his face sinking as the General turned away.
"You know him sir?" Ryker asked.
"I'll tell you about it on the plane." Said the Sergeant walking toward the plane.
The rest of us followed Sergeant Bradley onto the plane. Destined for Saudi Arabia to take down their new leader Al Asad.
