Sorry everyone, it looked like stuff totally derped the hell up. Great start for just coming back, lol. Anyways, heres the long awaited next chapter
"Well, I do have this…" He said, standing up to reach into the luggage compartment above our heads. A few moments later he sat back dow
n with a sleek-black laptop, and modest fleece blanket. He haphazardly tossed me part of it, and another to Yang, which we both wrapped ourselves into. He pulled a small black device out of his pocket. An ingenious invention known as an audio-splitter. He pulled a second one out, and however ridiculous it looked, hooked it up to his laptop. Yang tugged her headphones out of her ear, and I pulled mine out of my pocket, and we all made cozy into our little media center.
"So, what do you wanna watch?"
If there was one thing I didn't know about Kim Jong Un, it was that he loved Katy Perry.
I was never particularly the type to fancy comedy movies, but James Franco and Seth Rogen had to possibly the best comedy duo next to Gabriel Iglesias and Kevin Hart. If only that could happen...
I knew I had fallen asleep at some point into the second movie we had watched. I was still very tired from this morning's dilemma, and honestly did not want to stay awake any longer. I was fairly sure I had dozed off with my head resting on the wall, but as luck would have it, I find myself here, half-asleep on Jaune's shoulder, with his arm hugging me close to him.
I peeked over and saw that Yang was essentially knocked out, happily sprawled out in her seat. Well, at least she was comfortable. I looked up to Jaune, who...looked... terrible. His face was flushed red, sweat dripping down his face. He held the arm of his chair with fierce intensity. What was wrong with him?
Flashback, Bagram Air Base, Afghanistan.
It was early morning in the arid deserts of Afghanistan. The sun was still rising over the horizon, and the world seemed to inch and inch to higher temperatures. Jaune sat in a tent, along with other DEVGRU Operators, planning for an upcoming Op.
The basic summary of the Operation, was to eliminate a high-value Taliban affiliate in Somalia, who was funding the Somali pirates. Two squads of DEVGRU operators would board two UH-80 Ghosthawk prototypes, which ran on Dust for fuel efficiency. From there the teams would refuel on the CVN-69 Dwight D. Eisenhower stationed in the Gulf of Aden.
The target, Ahmed Abdullah, was confirmed to be in the general location of Eys, Somalia. CIA Deep Cover agents were right on the verge of pinpointing his exact location, of course the catch would be that the operation would be a complete and total bust if the CIA failed to pinpoint Ahmed. The team could only hope that they pulled through.
The plan went to hell fairly quickly. Ahmed had joined the Somali Pirates on one of their excursions against a cargo ship. He and some dozen other armed bastards were holed up on a cargo ship. The crew was thankfully still alive, but all trapped below deck somewhere.
The plan had gone from fastroping right on Ahmed's location over land, to boarding a hijacked ship, some twenty miles off the hostile coast of Somalia. What a wonderful turn of events.
Jaune adjusted his rifle a few times before settling back down. He and three other teammates of his were hunkered low on a RHIB boat, the water splashing onto the lens of his night-vision goggles. They had just pulled up undetected alongside the hijacked cargo ship, the Aden Navigator. Jaune looked at his hands, and used his index fingers to press a hidden button on them. He felt the hum of energy slightly tingle his hands, a sign that the magnetic lock was working.
They were as close as they were possibly going to get to the Navigator. The gap was only about five, maybe seven feet. Jaune stood up, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. Clenching his hands twice, he took the leap of faith towards the Navigator. The gloves had pulled through and successfully locked on to the metal hull of the ship. He looked to his right and left. Both his squadmates were present and accounted for.
He began the slightly grueling climb up, a solid thirty or so meters. Once he had reached the top, he carefully peeked the right and left of the deck. It only had a good two meters of width to it due to the hulking cargo containers stacked upon each other. After he was sure the entry point was secure, he gave a two finger motion to his teammates that it was clear to board.
Turning off the magnets on his gloves, Jaune slung his trusty H&K 416 Rifle into his hands. He felt the familiar folding grip underneath the barrel. He flipped the PEQ-2 Laser sight on, which was sturdily attached to the right side of his barrel. His sight was the standard EOTech sight, which had never failed him before.
He was in his shooter's stance, carefully watching straight down the little pathway towards the bridge.
"Laser tripwire is up. Let's move." Jaune heard his teammate say. He began to move forward, his eyes never leaving the area in front of him. He continued moving up until part of a cargo container jutted out, blocking his view. He began to slowly move around it, when suddenly someone appeared in front of him.
Jaune's finger had almost squeezed the trigger fully, but the man had immediately went low and pushed Jaune's gun up, trying to close the distance.
'Gun obsolete. Sidearm useless. Hand to hand could get loud. Knife.' Jaune quickly thought to himself. He let go of his gun, left hand first. He used that hand to grab the assailant by the back of his collar, while simultaneously jumping, trying to use the flat of his assailants back to roll over. Jaune's right hand went for his karambit knife in the meanwhile.
Jaune had rolled over and go the behind of his assailant, while still holding the back of his collar.
And with his curved knife in his right hand, he plunged the sharpened steel into the back of the man's neck, jutting it through clean.
Blake nearly jumped in surprise when she saw Jaune's eyes shoot wide open, while he suddenly, but quietly shot up in his seat. Blake couldn't be kind about her word choice. He looked like shit. His arm was still around her shoulder, and she could feel his hand shaking. More like his whole damn arm.
Before she could utter a single word, Jaune quickly stood up, and made his way to the aisle, still being careful enough not to wake Yang. Blake's eyes followed Jaune until he disappeared into the restroom.
Jaune pulled his wallet out of his jeans and quickly opened it. He opened a tiny pocket and a small pill rolled out of it. He quickly swallowed dry, and tried to calm his body down. His mind was running a trillion miles a millisecond, and he needed to relax.
How could he ever face Blake again after that?
Sorry for the mess up with the last chapter. I've been so busy lately, and I'm still dealing with really bad depression, and I felt the need to put something out there.
On a side note, do you guys wanna see more flashbacks, a whole chapter to Jaune's military past, or should I just jump straight into California? As always review please!