A/N: Hey here is the second Part of the Prologue. Sorry if these seem a bit sloppy and rushed I didn't write an outline for these parts.

Also I will be updating at least once a week.

-Afghanistan, Kandahar Province, 12th ID, 180th reg, 1st battalion, Aco, 2nd plt

Wally finished his cigarette as he stood up putting his kevlar on over his shortly cut red hair. He checked to make sure he had a full can of dip and pack of cigarettes before he stepped onto the grill guard of the Humvee and climbed over the hood before dropping into the turret. They were doing a mounted patrol today, nothing out of the ordinary, just like every day.

Below him in the rear drivers side he could hear Collins talking " I am just saying man, vietnam had whores, WW2 had them, and you can be damn sure they were in Korea, so where the fuck are ours?"

Wally smirked " Collins do you ever shut the fuck up?"

The blonde laughed and replied sarcastically" Sorry, I forgot that you were promised to another."

Wally smiled thinking about a beautiful blonde waiting at home for him, he was nervous though, what if she was still mad? A man Artemis was not a happy prospect. Mentally stoing away that thought he rechecked his weapon system as their vechicles began to move.

Later that day

Wally scanned the countryside as they sped down the road and let out a long sigh. When you could travel at nearly the speed of sound a Humvee was painfully slow. He swiveled in the turret, guiding the .50 cal across a small farm house, looking for targets, anything to relieve the tension.

He heard Collins come on over the radio as he drove "You see anything Wall-man?"

" Dirt, a couple of sheep, some farms….you know the usual." Wally replied.

"Yea yea, fuck you too buddy." Collins chuckled.

Their squad leader Harrison came on "Collins keep your eyes on the road dip shit, West, stay sharp. There were six ambushes on this road last month alone."

Wally nodded and began to look across a ridge to their right. At any point up there could be a sniper staring down his scope at them, or a man getting ready to set off an IED on their route when they passed it. Or that man could just be a shepherd moving his flock along the ridge like his family has done for generations.

He was broken out of his musing by the sound of gunfire, the radio quickly became cluttered with men shouting distance and direction, and orders on where to fire. Rolling his eyes Wally looked around and spotted the building just as Miler came on the radio "West small home 2 o'clock, fucking open up. "

Swiveling the turret he began to trail the building slightly as they slowed down opening fire as the heavy thunder of the .50 cal filled his ears. Keeping his aim somewhat steady he watched as the building became pocket marked by rounds. The Humvee stopped and he kept firing while everyone dismounted only pausing to let the smoke clear briefly.

When he did he watched as a man came running out of of the building and led him slightly before firing. Almost as soon as he heard the sound of the weapon fire he saw the man drop, Wally could have sworn the man's leg came off.

Dismounting they quickly moved out to the building, while another squad provided over watch for them. Bounding up by fire team the advanced on the building, Wally's eyes searching for any sign of movement.

As he approached Wally could see one body already on the ground, it was the man who had tried to run away moments earlier. He had indeed lost his leg, just above the knee, blood from the severed artery soaking the ground. " Fuck yea I got him." Wally said as he kept his eyes on him for a second before moving one to the house.

Stacking up outside they prepared to enter, the other fire team pulling security outside. Wally was second in line as they moved into the building. Walking down the hallway he kept his weapon raised as he felt the hair on the back of his neck raise.

Garcia was leading when they came up to a room on the first floor and he braced himself on the wall. Wally moved to the opposite side of the hall way, keeping his weapon trained on the doorway. Wally nodded to Garcia who braced himself and donkey kicked the door in while Wally rushed in, sweeping his m4 across the room before nearly dropping it in shock.

Inside the room was a family, all dead. Their bodies had been shredded by large caliber rounds as they lay huddled in the corner. Wally could tell it was one of the rooms he had fired at as he shoved past Garcia to get out.

" West, West you ok?" Garcia called after him.

Wally nodded placing his hand on the wall for a moment, before taking a deep breath and standing up straight. "Come on man we still have to clear upstairs."

Moving up the stairs slowly Wally forced the images from the previous room to the back of his mind, that could be dealt with later, right now he had a mission to run. Moving down the narrow hallway he heard something at the end of the hall. Suddenly a man wielding an AK-47 burst out of the door.

Wally fired so quickly, he couldn't even count how many rounds went off. The man dropped back into the room he had just come out of, his feet sticking out of the door way. He heard Collins shout from downstairs asking if he was ok.

"Yea, just some rag head saying hi." He shouted back looking back at Garcia who was motioning to a door down the hall. Nodding Wally raised his rifle while they approached the door way. He hated this part, every time you felt like there were a dozen enemy soldiers behind the door waiting to kill you, but you have to be thorough and check every room the results of not doing so could be worse than if you did.

With Wally close behind him Garcia opened the door with the muzzle of his m4. To late did Wally notice the wire at the top of the door. Reaching forward faster than any human should be able to Wally grabbed the back of Garcia's vest to pull him back, but he was not fast enough.

The next thing Wally knew smoke was filling the hallway and he could hardly hear anything except for a slight ringing in his ears. Trying to move he felt pain along his right leg and arm. He also felt something heavy on top of him, and his left arm was trapped under it. Looking towards the object he saw it was Garcia, and as he slowly squirmed his way out he could see the full extent of the damage .

Garcia's face and neck along with his extremities had been shredded by fragmentation and burns, one of his eyes and half of his jaw was missing. As Wally slid back in disgust he felt himself fading and looked at his arm and leg. Blood was running down them and pooling on the dust covered floor as he struggled to remain calm, gradually though his vision turned to black however and the worried shouts of his team mates got further and further away.