I'm not going to continue this story if people are going to pick on me for details that I have apologized for in the PREVIOUS chapter.

Let me make this clear.

For the second time.

I do NOT know anything about the Army.
I'm trying to learn, but obviously I do NOT have experience.
I don't have any education on it and I will NOT continue this story if I have people picking on me for the details.

Do NOT tell me how to write my story, just because you don't like the fact that I get some of the information incorrect, which I KNOW already.

As a writer, I do love to have my stories criticized, but this type of criticism is not what I want. If you're focusing more on the fact that the stupid details are wrong than the story, don't read it.

It pisses me off when people tell me I'm wrong when I already know, all right?

Chapter 2

"No Dice"

When the clock stroke 2100 hours Quinn Fabray along with a squad of five other men, including Captain Puckerman, were sent into Baghdad. Probably one of the most dangerous places in the world at the moment. They would fly Helicopter, find a safe Landing Zone and rappel down so they could find their man. So when they were up in the air, they had a downtime of about an hour or two and Quinn made it to good use.

Quinn had already learnt the name of all the soldiers. There was Lieutenant Tyler Witchia. He was from Texas and he loved football. He also had two kids, a wife and another baby on the way. There was 2nd Lieutenant Peter Marshall. He didn't have any kids but he had a wife. Officer Cadet Riley Walters. He was the same age as Quinn, he only had his mum and he couldn't stop looking at her. There was Sergeant Major David Erikson. He was gay and all the boys accepted him just as anyone else. Then there was Captain Noah Puckerman. Squad leader… with no information. Riley had been sitting with her the whole time, telling her all this information, but he had nothing on Puck. He never visited family, they didn't even know if he had family or not, but just never talked about it.

"So what about you, Corporal? Where are you from?" Tyler asked from across the truck. He looked like he wasn't a day over 25, but he was 31 according to Riley.

"Lima, Ohio." All the boys except Puck let out a laugh.

"So why'd you join?" Peter asked her, his blue eyes peeking out from under his helmet as he looked at her.

"I needed an escape." She murmured, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear before looking round at the confused faces of the boys. "My parents were… lets say the stereotypical, Oh you have to perfect, parents." A few boys nodded in understanding. "So I went to Harvard, did medicine for a couple of years then I came here."

"Harvard, wowee." Tyler said with a whistle and all the boys clapped. She rolled her eyes.

"Quiet. Get suited up." Was all Puck had to say, his eyes meeting Quinn's before looking away.

Once they were on the ground Quinn was put between Riley and Peter. Peter took up the rear, Riley was in front of her. Puck and Peter joined the army at the same time, joined the same Regiment and decided to do Ranger School together, so having Peter behind Quinn was the best way Puck knew that she was going to be safe. Tyler had gone off with David to be spotters and snipers to ensure that they were safe the whole way. It was dark and it was cold as they made their way through Baghdad. No one was out on the streets, thank goodness and Quinn even wondered if anyone lived here anymore. There were the distant sounds of gunfire and bombs, but Puck pursed on. She could hear their radio as they talked to one another. She recognized Tyler and David's voices.

"So she's pretty hot huh?" Tyler asked over the radio and Quinn wanted to smack herself.

"Yeah, I suppose so." David replied, his voice a bit… uncertain. He was gay after all.

"I would say she would be the equivalent of… I don't know, Tom Cruise? He's pretty hot."

"Quiet, we don't want to block up the radio waves and don't insult Quinn by comparing her to Tom Cruise." Puck said over the radio, causing a few laughs. Quinn just blushed.

"How are we looking, Tyler?" Puck asked as he led the small squad through a maze of alleys and buildings. Quinn swore she saw the same door to the same building twice as they made their way through.

"No United Front soldiers at the moment, just a few ducks."
"Ducks? In Baghdad?" Riley asked, he almost sounded excited to see them.

"Shh, come on." Puck murmured and let out a sigh as he reached the end of the tunnel. It was a huge highway and it was completely deserted. But it had no cover.

"Fuck." Peter murmured from behind Quinn.

"Okay, Tyler, David your position?" Puck asked, grabbing Quinn and pressing her up against the wall as a car came past. His arm was across her stomach.

"Don't move." He whispered.

"We're across from where you are. Two clicks. Four soldiers outside your door. Don't stand by the windows, we can see you from here." Quinn looked around, Riley was looking through a magazine. Jesus. She grabbed him and pulled him down. All four of them were now sitting, their back against the wall as UF soldiers walked outside. Quinn's heart was hammering, she was sweating and she could feel Puck's hand move to her wrist.

"We can take them out." David whispered into the Comms.

"Silencers?" Puck whispered back. Quinn looked over at him, beads of sweat were falling down his cheek. His hazel eyes were focused on his watch.

"Yes."

"Do they look like they're gonna move?"

"No."

"Take them out."

Quinn didn't expect to hear what she expected then. She heard the small whoosh of something and then slicing. Then a thud. It sounded horrible. She didn't hear a scream. She didn't hear a yelp. She just heard blood gushing.
"Breathe." Puck commanded in her ear and she did.

"Four dead." David whispered and Puck got up, his hand still gripping Quinn's wrist.

"We're gonna be sitting ducks out there to anyone that can see us so we need to get across quickly and," Puck paused for the briefest second, his eyes moving to Quinn's. "leave no man behind." Puck moved to the edge of the door and swung it open. Quinn followed behind Riley, her head poised straight ahead as she didn't want to see the dead UF soldiers.

She didn't want to see their faces and imagine they had children or wives or anything like that. She did glance up at one of the buildings and saw something flash. Without even thinking it through she shouted out, "Get down!" and everyone did. Then the rain of fire came in. They hid behind a burnt out car, their backs against it as she heard Puck's shouting over the Comms. Then she saw Riley. He wasn't quick enough. He had a bullet straight through his shoulder. Quinn ignored what was going on and grabbed him, pulling him back to the small building they were in. Puck was shouting at her but she didn't care, his words still echoed in her head, Leave no man behind. She needed a proper place to treat him. She pushed him up against the wall once they were inside and she pulled her backpack off that contained everything that she needed. She pulled off his gear and shirt. The door swung open as she did.

"What the fuck were you thinking – holy shit." Puck said as he came in with the rest of the boys.

"Talk to him!" Quinn shouted at him and he nodded, getting down on his knees beside Riley and grabbing him.

"Hey buddy, listen to me, talk to me buddy. Who's that pretty girl back at home you were telling me about yesterday?"

"Lila." He grunted. His eyes drooping.

"No stay awake for me buddy, tell me everything about her everything." Puck's eyes wandered to what Quinn was doing. Her fingers were soaked in blood as she reached into his wound and took out the bullet, earning a scream from Riley.

"She's got red hair."

"Woo a reddie." Peter said with a laugh, keeping his eyes out the window.

"She has legs… that go for fuck!" He had tried to move his arm but it caused a tear when Quinn was stitching, causing blood to spurt everywhere.

"Keep him still!" Quinn shouted and continued to stitch. She had blood all over her now. Her face, her neck and the front of her shirt. One she was done stitching she started to wrap him up. She grabbed a needle full of morphine and pumped it into him. She let out a sigh and looked up at Puck who was staring at her.

"Call for an evac. We can't carry him anywhere, especially with snipers up there."

"What do you mean we can't carry him?"

"You carry him long enough, he'll lose all of his blood." She said as she stood up, wiping the blood off her face and took off her helmet. Her bun was now messy and a few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty face. She let it out, tied it again and then sighed.

Puck let out a groan. He had to choose between finding Scott or getting Riley out safe. He could do both, he thought to himself.

"Peter, you stay here with Riley. Get an evac and get him out of here."

"Are you insane? Going in with only four men and one that's only a medic, that's fucking suicidal." Puck glanced in Quinn's direction. He should leave her behind, but that would be stupid too. He grabbed Riley's gun and handed it to her.

"Shoot if your life depends on it." He said and Quinn took the gun, strapped to herself and grabbed as many bandages as she think Riley would need and gave it to Peter.

"Just pressure." She whispered and he nodded. Puck was talking over the radio to David and Tyler.

"Quinn, don't get yourself killed." Peter murmured and Quinn licked her lips.

"I'll try not to."

Puck and Quinn walked as quietly as they could through the alleyways to meet up with Tyler and David. Quinn's heart was hammering and she was watching Puck the whole time. He would stop when he would hear something and would push her up against the wall. She wondered if he tried really hard not to graze her boobs. Then she realized that was the most ridiculous thing she could think of whilst in a situation like this. When they finally met up with the rest of the squad, they were running for what felt like forever. They kept running and ran through buildings and through everywhere. When they finally reached the building they needed to find Quinn's stomach dropped when she saw the line of blood. This looked like an arterial spurt, which would mean… by the looks of how dried the blood looked this person would be dead or on the way.

"Scott!" Puck shouted and ran forward. Scott was hanging by his wrists by chains from the top of the ceiling. Puck grabbed him and hoisted him up so he was taking all the weight.

"You brought me lady…" He mumbled and Quinn grabbed whatever she could and climbed onto the back of Tyler's shoulders so she could unscrew the bolts that held the chains.

"Just hang in there Scott, we'll introduce you two soon." Quinn glanced down, making sure Puck and David had Scott before unchaining him. They caught him and laid him on the ground.

"Scott, my name is Quinn. Now tell me, where is this blood coming from?" She asked as she sat him up against her pack.

"My stomach."

"Okay." She glanced around and noticed that they hadn't searched the floor. "Guys before I can start I need to know it's clear." Tyler and David nodded and moved off for a search. She pulled off his shirt and noticed the small wound. Okay so that must have been someone else's blood.

"Quinn's a pretty name."

"Why thank you." She whispered as she started work. She rolled him onto his side and groaned when there wasn't an exit wound. "Fuck."

"What is it?" Puck whispered.

"No exit wound." She muttered and turned him back onto his back. She cleaned around the small wound and bit her lip. If she removed the bullet it could cause for more bleeding. If she kept it in there then it could get infected and inflict more damage.

"What are you waiting for?" Puck asked angrily.

"If I take it out, he could bleed out. If I don't, it could get lost and damage an organ." Quinn said angrily back. She hated people that tried to pressure her.

"We're in deep shit, let's get out of here!" Tyler said as he came back into the room with David. Quinn could hear firing down the hall. She grabbed whatever bandage she could find and pressed it to his stomach, wrapping it around him to make sure it was secure. She'd have to deal with it later.

Puck watched Quinn. He could see the cogs in her brain working as she attended to Scott. He had no right to get angry with her, he knew it, but this was his best friend. His friend who looked like he had been tortured, who had been broadcast on national television as they asked for money and defeat, he looked like he was gone. "Puck." Quinn snapped him out of his daze. He was so fucking glad that she was with him tonight. He was glad she was telling him everything that he wanted. She didn't bullshit. She told him that Riley would die if they kept moving. "He will die if we don't move and evac immediately." He nodded, grabbed his radio and stood. He watched as David hauled Scott over his shoulder and watched as Quinn grabbed her gun, almost moving in slow motion to stand beside Tyler. Puck radioed his Helicopter and they had four minutes. Four minutes to get to the LZ. He watched as Quinn looked back at him, her green eyes searching his hazel for orders. For a strange moment he imagined her without the uniform. In a dress. Beside a barbeque. Being a wife. Having children. What the hell was she doing here?

"Lets go!" Puck shouted and led them through the building and where they had to go for the LZ. They were running through alleyways, avoiding anyone and everything. They had one minute to get to the LZ or they were going to get left behind. Puck glanced back, his eyes searching for Quinn's to make sure that she was okay and when they finally reached the Helicopter, he thanked her for what she had done for Riley and Scott. She didn't say anything else but sat down the back, trying to rid the blood from her uniform even though she would have to wash it out or have to get a new uniform. Puck just sat back and looked down at Scott. Happy that they were alive and he had Quinn to thank for that.

Look, I apologize if that was a bit of tantrum, but would you like if people were telling you're wrong when you already know?

Anyway, reviews are always welcome.