Chapter 21 Friendly fire
Colombian military base, Bogota, 400 hours
"Sir! The strike force is here."
"Shoot them down!"
"What? They're our allies! Didn't the prime minister-"
"They're coming to invade our country, do you want to be a POW?"
"But I thought they were here for Alencar!"
"That's just their cover, you should know the Americans would not have good intentions when they come."
Sierra
I have a bad feeling about this, it's the kind of feeling in your gut that tells you that either you or your friends are in danger. Well, we're in danger almost every day, but this time was different.
"Alright, guys! We're in Colombian airspace now! Get ready to rope down!" The pilot of the Ospray said.
As the Osprays' rear door was opened, a sharp whistling sound was heard followed by the deployment of flares.
"WHAT THE HELL?" The pilot shouted. "EVERYONE OUT!"
"THE COLOMBIANS ARE SHOOTING AT US!" Another pilot screamed through the radio.
The team hooked up and roped down like on the other two Osprays. A SAM hit our left engine and the aircraft started to spin and roll out of control, swinging Bell around in the air.
"BELL! LET GO, NOW!" Weston shouted at Bell, who set go and rolled on the ground.
Two other missiles hit the two Osprays that were still in the air, causing their fuel tanks to ignite, exploding in mid-air.
"OH S***!" Weston shouted as he saw the Ospray coming at us. "RUN!"
We all saw the aircraft falling towards us, the pilot was dead, it ploughed through trees and asphalt when it crashed, yet it still kept coming at us, we ran as fast as we could, avoiding the falling aircraft parts, I tripped and fell face- first into the asphalt.
"COME ON! GET UP!" Bell shouted as he pulled me to my feet and ran.
"WE GOTTA GET INSIDE!" I shouted, Weston agreed as he shot open a door running with his AA-12 and we followed him inside into a corner store. Everyone collapsed of exhaustion.
We stood up and faced the storekeeper, who was reaching for the phone. Bell severed the phone line before he could dial.
"Wha- what do you want?" The storekeeper said in a Colombian accent.
"Nothing, we just don't want to get crushed by large pieces of aircraft grade aluminium... Aluminum... Which one is it?" I said.
"Both are correct, actually." Doc said.
"Ok. Aluminum."
"Okay, then, you may stay." The storekeeper said nervously.
"Thank you."
"Sierra, Sierra! Do you copy! This is team 3, WE ARE IN HEAVY FIRE FROM THE COLOMBIANS, WHAT THE F*** IS THIS?"
"Hang on, captain, return fire if necessary, NATO is negotiating with the Colombians!"
"AZURE! THIS IS TEAM 2! WE ARE GETTING SURROUNDED! WE NEED SUPPORT OR WE'LL BE CAPTURED!"
"Captain, stay calm, I'm calling for support."
"Overlord, team two and three are under heavy fire from the Colombians, we need support!"
"Copy, Sierra, the Colombians are now hostile, fire at will, our fighters are coming to support in two minutes, we're rolling out more forces in thirty minutes."
"Two minutes? Team 2 is going to face a firing squad in two minutes! What the hell are the Brazilians doing?"
"Captain Sierra, we are rolling out our armoured units, drones and fighters towards your location, do not worry, we will be there in ten seconds." A man with a Brazilian accent said.
"Thank you! There's some help."
"Team two, get in cover, friendly air support is coming... NOW!"
The whoosh of the fighter engines was heard, followed by a boom, indicating the air strike was there.
"This is White tail, air strike complete, going back for another run."
"Great job, White tail, thanks a million." Said the captain of team two.
"Always there to help."
"Team three, Brazilian UAVs are ready to drop hellfire missiles, firing now."
"Alright guys, new plan, we're going to have to get Alencar by ourselves." I said. "He should be in a hotel just across the street southeast from here, let's go!"
We walked outside, large pieces of aircraft parts littered the area, along with several bodies of people that were unlucky enough to be crushed by them.
"Bell, Johnson, set up that .50 cal on the office building there, watch over Weston and the helipad."
"Yes sir.
I crossed the street and went inside a huge lobby made of glass and had marble floors, everyone inside were under tables and chairs like in an earthquake.
"Weston, Doc, get to the helipad." I said.
"Got it."
I went up to the counter and rang the bell on it twice.
"Y-yes?" The man at the counter asked.
"Which room does Gustavo Alencar stay in?"
"J-just a minute, sir. Room 701, sir."
I left the man five Canadian dollars and went into an elevator. After a few seconds, I was there. Room 701 was right in front of me. I took a look inside with my heartbeat sensor, and found that there was only one.
"This is too easy." I said, smiling before I blew the lock open with a suppressed AA-12.
I walked in and sure enough, Jewel was there in a cage. She squawked happily as I opened the door.
"There you are, now let's get you out of here."
"Captain, this isn't good, Weston and Doc are unconscious."
"What?"
"They got tranquilizers and took them down. And what's worse, is that they're coming for you!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it is right." A voice said in front of me. "Hand over the macaw." A man said, holding an AK-47, and leading two others with him.
There was no way I was going to win with a fight.
"I said hand her over!" He said again.
"Never." I said, shielding Jewel with my arms as I ran towards the window.
"FIRE!"
'This is the end...' I thought. The men started shooting, adrenaline pumped through my body as my helmet contacted the glass shards, which were broken from the gunfire. Me and Jewel went through the broken window. I shielded her for a few more meters, and started letting go.
"Fly to Rio, I'll meet you there." I said and let go.
I curled up into a ball, protecting my face, chest, and ...groin as I was falling towards a tree. I fell through it and landed in a bush. I was flat on my chest as I landed, which made me gasp for breath because the fall had winded me, I pushed myself to my feet, but it was too painful and I fell back down. I examined myself and found that they had shot me in both my legs and several places in my abdomen, but luckily only one penetrated my armour from my back. I took a small bottle and took a pain killer from it, and stood up slowly, holding on to everything I can. My rifle and pistol were between me and the helipad.
"Captain? Captain! Where are you? Alencar is headed for the helipad! I'm taking a shot." Bell said.
"M- make sure it d-doesn't kill him. We still have to take him alive." I said.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, take the shot."
Bell
"Yes sir." I said.
I held the M95 with my right hand clutching the handle and my left on top of the sight. Alencar walked by Weston and Doc and walked for the helicopter. He saw Sierra limping to his G18 walked for it. I couldn't let him have it. I took the shot, the rifle pushed back at me hard, almost pushing me to the ground, and Alencar instantly fell to the ground. The pilot saw this and opened the door to get him, but I took another shot in his chest, he fell forward, dead. As I tried to take another shot on Alencar, the gun jammed.
"Are you freaking kidding me?"
Sierra
I was too exhausted to even limp, I fell down again and crawled for my gun, me and Alencar were now on a race of death, we both crawled as fast as we could to my pistol. We were neck and neck as we were both inches from the gun, I reached for it, but it was too late. He pointed it to my head.
"Now, it's the end." He said.
"I guess it is." I said and looked down at the glass panel that I was on. Under me was a swimming pool.
'Bell, what are you doing?'
"I'll see you in hell, kid." He said grimly. "Your friend can't save you this time."
I reached for my pockets and felt something round. I pulled the pin on the grenade.
"Me too."
Seconds before the grenade exploded, a shot rang out from the building Bell was on, the bullet whistled as it came, it struck Alencar in the chest and broke the panel of glass he was on, and he dropped into the swimming pool along with the grenade. The grenade exploded inside water, causing a huge splash as blood contaminated the whole pool. I looked up at the building and saw Bell smiling, holding a SVD sniper rifle.
"Thanks, buddy."
"No problem, sir, that bloody bastard didn't deserve to be born."
I rolled over, staring at the sky. I started feeling woozy and blacked out.