Chapter 7

Sierra played around with his knife, spending hours spinning it, slicing pieces of wood, sharpening it, and cleaning it. The Monteiro family left, Weston was asleep as was Johnson who woke up from unconsciousness about an hour ago.

Sierra

'God, it's boring in here! Damn, I should have ordered a new PS3 after I gave Fernando mine...' Sierra thought. 'I wonder how they even went to sleep with their injuries that hurt like s***.'

Sierra lay down. 'I doubt that a simple poaching alliance can take down a Hind with SAMs, there's something more... Something big.'

Simmons

We had left the base and headed for the Monteiro family's home in a convoy, which was consisted of two Humvees and a Prius.

"That's the place!" Carl said through the radio, he was at the front and we were at the back.

We stopped at the garage and waited for the Prius to be safely parked then we drove to the back of the bookstore and parked in the parking lot.

I had volunteered Alpha squad to protecting the Macaws as Azure is incapable of anything in their condition.

"Are we going to take turns in the night, like every overnight mission?" Pvt. Collins asked.

"Well, it's not necessary, there's an alarm with backup power on every door, window and vent, so we'd be safe." Carl said.

"You're never safe until the mission's accomplished." I said.

"Well that's true."

****** The next day ******

Sierra

The doctor evaluated me and my team's injuries and confirmed that it would take at least three weeks for us to be able to heal to the point that we can operate normally, with the help of minor surgeries and medicine.

Doc was the last to wake up from unconsciousness, as his injuries are the worst. We all attended the military funeral for Jones and Wilson, which was all carried out without the knowledge of the public. (Of course, Blu, Jewel, Linda, Tulio and Fernando all knew and attended it)

Their coffins were covered by their respective country's flag: American for Wilson, and British for Jones; The rest of us arrived on wheelchairs, since our legs (and some arms) are broken and in casts.

When the funeral was over, we all went back to where we were before, Azure in our little room and Alpha squad, the Monteiros and 'precious cargo' in the bookstore.

'This is going to be a LONG three weeks...' I thought.

I sat on the bed and pulled out my G18 and spun it, and then started stripping it and cleaned it...

******Three weeks later******

Simmons

"WOO! Finally!" Cpl. Patton exclaimed.

"Finally what?" I asked.

"Well, I'm rested up and ready for some real action, we've been on this job for three weeks!"

"Well, I guess you're right, but it doesn't count as a successful mission until we give the Macaws back to Azure does it?" I asked.

"Well, yeah."

"Can we stop saying 'Well'?"

"WELL, okay."

I face- palmed. "*Sigh-* Do you always have to do that?"

"Well-"

"Uh-hum!"

"Oh right, I don't have to do that, but well-"

"UH-HUM! *cough cough*"

"Sorry."

"It's- uh-hum, fine. Okay, get some sleep, we'll be going back to the base at 800hours, and then we'll be getting briefed to be back to our normal patrols in the jungles." I said.

The bookstore was actually pretty big upstairs as it had three bedrooms and the smallest one could hold all of us six people with sleeping bags without being mashed together like potatoes like in our bunks.

"Good night, Sgt. Simmons."

"Night."