Chapter 2
Time: 8:15 local time
Year: 2011
Location: Middle East
Country: UNKNOWN
Pvt Jones, flat on his back, arms splayed out next to him, groggily opened his eyes. Managing to lift his head slightly he looked around, marines took cover behind collapsed walls and empty barrels either side of him, firing quick bursts of rounds towards the enemy like they had been trained to. Blackness started to consume him and his head hit the ground, unconscious. Again.
What felt like minutes but was actually only a couple of seconds later, Jones opened his eyes to find Cpl McKenzie stood over him shouting, but Jones couldn't hear a word. Realizing that Jones couldn't hear nor would he be moving soon, McKenzie the squad medic grabbed Pvt Jones under the arms and dragged him backwards behind the corner of a building with no roof or windows. Jones was starting to feel more like himself, he checked his weapon, turning the safety off and checking a round had loaded into the chamber.
"Ok, you look alright now, let's go!" McKenzie told Jones after realising he could hear again.
Both of the marines turned around the corner to find barbed wire stretched across the road and the back of Sgt Paul Jackson going down the alley on the far side of the road.
Jones and McKenzie caught up with the 2 squads in a ditch next to a road, about to move off the unmistakable growl of a technical engine approached from a side street.
"Where is i-" before the squad leader could finish his sentence 50 cal rounds smashed into the ground around them, and unfortunately for one marine, who Jones didn't know, took a round to the heart, killed instantly.
"Everyone down!" Jones heard Sgt Jackson shouting, the pinned marines threw themselves to the ground and where possible, into cover. Leaning up and poking his rifle through the small hole in the wall he had hidden behind he looked through the holographic sight attached to the top of his rifle. His eyes focused, then widened at what he saw through scope on his rifle, the 50 cal gunner was turning to face him. Jones only had one chance, one pull of the trigger or he would be dead, his finger tightened and then squeezed.