Sorry it took so long to update. Just started college Xb so it has been hectic. This chapter is all about "A tank and two teenagers (aka Jared and Amy)" Basically it is one of Amy's first jobs as a hired mercenary. Enjoy and comment!
The seats shook as the heavily armored vehicle drove into the raging river, the wheels squealed in an effort to push across the river, occasionally losing grip causing the vehicle to be pushed downstream. Gripping their rifles the vehicle of mercenaries remained silent, all doned in dark green clothing covering all, but their eyes. Placed closest to the vehicle's opening Amy watched the swirling water as rain covered the ground like a blanket. How long had it been since she left America? Amy wasn't sure. Hours blurred into days that blurred into weeks. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her eyes, beckoning her to fall into a peaceful slumber, however she fought it gripping a small silver locket that hung loosely around her neck. Her most precious object held two pictures, one on either side. On the left was an older picture of two sweethearts, the woman standing behind a man who was sitting. Her arms gently wrapped around him. On the right was a picture of a spunky woman with her arm wrapped around a young boy. A yell made everyone shift, Amy quickly put the locket under her shirt then cocked her gun back. Silence followed for brief moments before an eruption of sound filled the air almost as deafening as the thunder storm that raged around them. Amy and her fellow fighters swarmed out of the vehicle taking down any being in sight. What Amy saw next made her stomach drop. It was a trap. The small enemy came wasn't small by any means. Towers of sandbags and armored vehicles surrounded the large encampment, three soldiers for every one of Amy's. Hopelessly outnumbered Amy's mind raced as men around her were gunned down. They would call her a coward, a betrayer, but she had a plan and knew when to surrender and when to change tactics. Amy's tactics just happened to be surrendering, if you could call it that. Placing her gun down and kneeling she was roughly handled, a bag placed over her head. Then darkness.
A hard shake and a bucket of icy water left Amy shivering and awake. Blinking hard she tried to ignore the blinding light They had on her face, focusing on the blurry black figures in the background. A shiver went down her back, her breath coming out in shallow short gasps as she surveyed the room. Next to her was a young man in a similar situation as her, hands and feet chained the metal chair he sat on, his long hair hanging into his eyes. When the man met her gaze he winked grinning, "Do you come here often?" he asked. Amy blinked for a moment before her body shook with suppressed laughter.
"Everyday. It is a nice place don't you think?" She replied, her mind racing through possible scenarios. Could she trust this man enough to plan an escape with him? How could she escape? Which way would have the highest probability to prove successful?