The two of them quickly covered the 150 meter field. Not as fast as Fred had on the way there, but faster than he thought it would have taken. As they got to the dirt track Fred could see his back pack where he had left it, in the ditch across the road, loaded with Claymores, a custom Springfield M1A rifle, Grenades, Food, water and more of the steel jacketed ammunition. As the ground beneath them changed from dry grass to gravel a small explosion burst a few feet to his left. "In the ditch." He said letting go of Jenny's hand, he turned and saw another of the soldiers standing there firing a rifle, Fred fired off three rounds, two in the chest one in the head, the solder fell, a small whole punched through his helmet. Fred turned again and jumped in the ditch. He rolled over to where Jenny was laying, next to his backpack, he pulled out a Claymore and set it up at the rim of the ditch, rushing it, but it was set up correctly. He then pulled on the pack and looked at Jenny again. Come on. We can make it." He said holding out his hand again. She grabbed it and together the bounded over the opposite lip of the ditch and ran again.
When they next stopped Fred turned and saw six of the soldiers running towards them. "Ah come on." He said Grabbing Jenny's hand again. "Come on, just a little more." More dirt was thrown in to the air as the six pursuers opened fire on them. And for the first time in a long while Fred felt scared. Then he fell, being pulled by a weight in his left hand, it took him a second to realize it was Jenny, she had tripped down a ditch and had pulled him with her. They both tumbled down a two meter slope and landed in a small irrigation stream. He grabbed her hand again and tried to run. But she fell. "Come on, we need to go." He said, almost pleading with her. He stepped over to her.
"I can't." She said. "My leg hurts." Fred quickly looked down at her foot, but in the dark he couldn't see it properly, he raised his rifle night vision sight to his eye and looked at it. He couldn't see anything wrong with it.
He lowered his rifle and looked at her.
"We really need to go." Jenny looked at him, her eyes closed, tears running down her cheeks. "I can't, I really can't." Fred sighed under his breath.
"God damn it." He said pulling the Satellite Phone from his Utility vest. He punched in the general frequency code whilst with his free hand he un-zipping the rifle bag with the M1A inside. He raised the phone to his mouth and spoke. "This is Staff Sergeant Fred Rivers, British S.A.S, G Squadron. I Need a Hot pick at this location up ASAP. Any Aircraft able to provide assistance please respond." He sighed, knowing that any friendly forces that were nearby wouldn't be able to respond in time, if they were given permission to help him.
He pulled out the long M1A rifle. Checking the Leupold scope on the rifle quickly he scrambled up the slope and deployed the weapons Bi-pod. Very happy that he had loaded all his weapons with steel jacketed rounds. Even his Para Ordnance P-14 pistol, Sometimes he took the privileges he had as a S.A.S trooper for granted. He made a quick and silent promise that he never would do it again. He looked down the scope, seeing one of the armored soldiers, marching towards them. Fred inhaled to steady the rifle, as the scopes cross hairs rested between the eye ports of ite helmet he pulled the trigger. The soldier fell. Fred re-aimed to the next one, and fired again, and another soldier fell. He fired again, another fell, then he saw it, a large black shadow on the horizon. For a second he thought that somebody had answered his SOS.
But then he realised it wasn't a shadow, it was a wall, a wall of the armored soldiers, marching towards them. Fred sighed. "We're screwed." He put his face down in the dirt, eyes closed waiting for the end to come, he knew there was no way he could do anything. He could kill as many as he had ammo for, but that would still not be enough, He was stuck there. He had no clue what to do, then he heard it, a noise, a sound he couldn't properly describe then, as he looked up the area was filled with light. He turned and saw a large blue box. With a very fain sense, of hope he inhaled and He looked at Jenny. "Go!" he yelled as he started to fire the M1A again. He fired in till the magazine was empty, he quickly slung the rifle over his back and turned, Jenny was having trouble getting to the box, then it resolved in to an old wooden Police box. Fred just stood still for a second. "What?" he asked as he moved to Jenny to help her up towards the boxs doors.