"More than perfect"

Day 8 - 14:21:56

SSG. Mike 'Archer' Wallace

Ex. Task Force 141/Unassigned

Unknown Village

Archer glared out the window as the beat up compact rattled down an old dirt road. "We close" Archer asked looking at the man who was driving him. "Da very close" The Russian said nothing more as he parked next to an off ramp leading up to a decrepit bridge. Archer walked up to the middle of the bridge a long ways off he saw the concrete industrial complex that the militia captain must have been talking about. The Russian came back with a large duffel bag. Archer turned to watch him unload an ancient looking rifle. "What the hell is that?" Archer asked. "This is PSG-1 very high caliber perfect weapon" Archer shook his head" are you fucking serious, that thing probably couldn't fire if my life depended on it. Also are you a Dumbass, that rifle isn't zero'd in it couldn't hit the broadside of a barn." "This is what you got my friend make the best of it" The Russian pulled out a spotting scope and a sandwich and sat down near the edge. Archer pulled out his M-22 EBR and set up the Harris bipod he had on it. His fingers were shaking, The M-22 was only a 700 yard gun in the hands of an expert. The 178 grain .308 bullet was screaming at 6000 ft a second but it would seriously be pushing the capabilities of the round. What he really needed was a fifty or a .408 magnum. He took a drink from his canteen. Archer reached in his bag and pulled out a special plastic sealed case he slid it open. Fifteen gleaming bullets stared at him. They were special match grade, and hand loaded by himself to ensure perfect grouping. He looked at the Russian who was munching on his sandwich. "You got a cigarette" Archer asked. The Russian eyed him considering his question then rummaged through his jacket pockets and pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. HE lit one and handed it to Archer. "thanks mate" Archer said taking a long drag before laying his rifle down and getting behind the scope. He pulled out a pad and pen and did some hasty math. "damn I wish Roach was here he was the expert with math" Archer thought. He was writing an equation to calculate bullet drop from his position to the target which was roughly a mile away.

He figured he should hold 34 feet high he adjusted his up and down dial on his scope but it wouldn't adjust high enough for 34 feet so he would have to use the 4th mil dot down as a reference. He looked through his scope adjusting the power as high as it could go which was 12 he really needed a 5x24 not a 2x12 power scope. A loyalist flag flapped from a pole but it changing rapidly so he couldn't rely on it for a permanent reading. He scanned the area a door opened and a man walked out. From this range the view was really small but he could make out shiny medals and bright hat. "that is him brit" Archer took one last drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the bridge. He waited for the man to sit down in a chair as a man wrapped an apron around him and began to give him a shave. He needed at least 5 seconds for the bullet to reach its destination. So the Major being still was an absolute priority. He held the proper length and waited for the flag to go slack…it didn't. He sighed and make a quick guess. "Its in your hands now lord" he took a deep breath and waited for a moment in between his heartbeat….Gently he squeezed the trigger…it seemed like minutes but a resounding BAM! He couldn't see the bullet trail. But his Russian spotter could and he could hear him" whispering in Russian. "Da Da you got him!". Archer looked to see the major keeled over his white apron spattered in blood. " lets get the hell outta here" The Russian nodded and Archer got back in the car as they drove back to the village.

"Fugitives"

Day 8 - 13:02:34

Agent. Max Carter

FBI

U.S Listening Outpost

Agent Carter was sitting at his desk looking at a photo of his fiancé. She was six months pregnant and his request for transfer was still lost in cyberspace. He was fairly new and hoped to make it home in time to see his son born, newbie's always got the worst assignments. He looked his partner who he only knew as Johnson was snoozing at his desk with his headphones around his head. He was probably listening to how to learn Russian in his sleep. Unlike Max ,Johnson loved the quietness of this gig , he loved the brutality and judgment of the Russian people. If he loved it so much why didn't he work for the KGB then. Max sighed and put the photo back in his wallet, he rubbed the sore spot around his neck were his shoulder holster was digging in. He imagined being and FBI agent would be fun and exciting but so far the 900 bucks he spent on his SIG P220 45. Was worthless as his sidearm did nothing but gather dust. The phone rang, shaking him from his stupor. He answered it wondering who it could be, Hello? He asked. "Johnson this is Major Jennings we have word that the Task force 141 boys are in the area." Before Max could speak the man continued. " these men are highly trained special forces operatives, do not waist anytime, I don't care what you do keep it silent and make them disappear" Max looked around wondering if this was a setup "Uh…sir this is Agent Max Carter would you like to speak to my partner" the sound of slamming in the background could be heard "Jesus Christ…yes son put him on" Max nudged Johnson who gave him an evil look "what Carter" ""Some Major is on the phone for you something about 141 boys" Max handed him the phone. Shouting could be heard through the phone from Max's position. Johnson looked like he was getting reamed "yes sir"…"yes I got the email"….."sorry sir I was in the errrr bathroom"…"oh yes sir don't worry nobody will get word of this" he quickly eyed Max. Max saw a certain look in the mans eyes that scared him. "of course sir I will tell him ,and don't worry I wont let you down" Johnson put down the phone. "I suppose you want to know what that was all about" Max took a sip out of his coffee cup he raised an eyebrow and Johnson sighed. "we have two highly dangerous Interpol fugitives in the area they might be coming this way under the guise of special forces soldiers" Max said nothing as Johnson put the headphones back on and closed his eyes. This wasn't making sense, the man said 141 members he had heard rumors of Task force 141. They were super soldiers essentially doing dangerous missions others couldn't. Interpol fugitives couldn't possibly kill two 141 members. They must have done something the brass wanted covered up. This whole situation didn't make any sense, why would they want two spec ops soldiers killed.

"6th Sense"

Day 8 - 16:34:42

SSG. Mike 'Archer' Wallace

Es. Task Force 141/War Criminal

Remote U.S Listening Outpost

"We almost there Archer" Asked Toad as their boots crunched in the snow Archer helped his friend along, the Russians had dropped them off a few clicks east of here. "Almost there mate a few more yards". Toad chuckled weakly he was still weak from blood loss of his recent surgery. "how come you get so lucky and I seem to get shit upon". Archer smiled "it's a blessing and a curse". Toad snorted "yeah get shot and say that". Archer faced him with a serious look on his face. " I have been" Toad grimaced but still kept talking "yeah old man I bet you have" Archer kept helping Toad " yep one for each year…wait there's the listening outpost" They walked up and Archer let Toad walk the last few feet by himself. He knocked on the door and a Pale man in a dark suit answered he looked them over and gestured them inside. "we were waiting for you boys" Archer felt a hint of alarm at those words. Another agent who looked like an exact opposite of the man who answered the door he was tan and had a look of livelihood in his eyes was sitting at his desk but got up when they entered. " sit down guys said the door agent" Toad sat down but Archer kept standing. " Ill stand if its alright with you blokes" "suit yourself" the pale agent sat down behind his desk. Archer felt unsteady something wasn't right. The younger agent stood up "so what's the story behind you guys". "sit down Carter" the pale agent said. " I'm just saying Johnson" Johnson stood up " Carter shut the hell up!" Johnson walked over Archer had made up his mind this was wrong way wrong. He went to draw his pistol but blinding pain shot through him and he dropped his vision going blurry. He heard Toad try to get up but a cocking sound stopped his scuffle. "Don't even try it my friend, Carter help the other one up" Archer felt himself being picked up and put in a chair. Normally it would be hard for any man to lift his 6,5 230lb frame he must have lost some weight in their journeys though. His vision evened out and he was aware he was handcuffed and bound to a chair. The pale agent sat back in his desk and resumed typing on the computer. The other agent looked over at him. "why do they want you dead" he asked "their afraid of the truth" Archer replied. Carter nodded and pulled out the picture of his fiancé again. "That your wife" Archer asked" Yeah" Carter smiled" how did you now" Archer looked at him intently feeling out his intentions "could tell by the look on your face" Carter nodded " you have a wife" "And a son" Archer said. The agent looked unsure of this whole situation. Gingerly he got up and walked over to his partners desk. "what's up Johnson " Command wants us to eliminate them" Carter looked shocked "what…no we cant do that!" Johnson pulled out a pistol "that's too bad man, they said get rid of all three of them" Carter reached into his jacket "Johnson…there's only two" Johnson gulped realizing what he just said he went to turn and shoot but Carter already had his out pulling rapidly he fired his whole clip into Johnson sending him over his desk crashing to the floor. Archer smirked "bloody good show mate" Carter looked shocked "oh shit their gonna have my head on a stake" Toad started laughing "Archer I think I'm going to have a shit fit mate, whatever the hell blessing god put on your head has worked again!" The agent named carter still was freaking out "oh Jesus, oh shit, I am going to die " Archer was used to dealing with stressed operatives all you needed to do was assert your control and they would snap out of it. "Quit your whining!, get our arses out of these ropes and then cry like a bitch!" Carter undid their bounds and then sat back in his chair. " You need to chill out mate and calm down, you saved my arse and I'm grateful…now think anyway we could get to the nearest airport and get the hell out of here" Carter stopped freaking out and looked at them. "Yeah…yeah there's a chopper out back we could use, Johnson was the pilot though" Archer turned to Toad "well old friend can you still fly a choppa" Toad smiled weakly "God Willing"

This will be it for awhile I am taking a much needed vacation…I don't know if anybody is reading this or not but for god sakes review if you give a damn. I don't know if I am making an ass out of my self or what…Anyway I need to think I honestly have no idea were to take it from here. Maybe a case of Budweiser and a fishing pole will help. God knows Ill have plenty of that were I'm going

So goodbye for a bit and see you soon if anybody cares at all about this shit…if not write a review telling me how much it sucks and shove it up your ass. JK

"Bye for now"

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The Drunk Fisherman

Mediocre Fanfiction writer

Some Lake Somewhere