Ninjas, Mercenaries, and a Solitary Soldier
I might as well reply to the people who are kind enough to review my work.
To Gouki: Thanks. Yes, Bayman will appear sooner or later. That's all I'm saying. ^_^
To Dark Samarian: Thank you very much. Every little encouragement helps.
To ??: Nope. This isn't an SI(Self-Insertion, if I'm not mistaken). The main character is actually a main character of another game, but I'm only borrowing his appearance and background. He will remain nameless until much later. I'll be dropping hints here and there. In fact, Chapter 1 has a small hint(Hint* He's Half-Russian/Half Japanese*Hint).
To the rest of the people who read this fanfic: I know you're out there. Thanks for reading my work and I encourage you to post your reviews. All reviews, even flames, are accepted. ^_^ If you're going to flame me or say something that you don't like about my fanfic, please be detailed and specific. Reviews like "Your fic suxxorz!!!!!" or "Go hang yourself!" will just give me a laugh.
Chapter 4: Reconnaissance
It was now morning, and the sun slowly made its appearance. I was thinking about what food to eat when it suddenly appeared right in front of me.
A snake fell down a tree, fully aware of my presence, and made threatening noises at me. It was only a few meters in front of me, which was a little too close for comfort. I froze in my tracks.
"Fucking snake." I muttered. It hissed back in reply. I saw its teeth, and thank goodness it had no fangs, so I'll be dealing with a non-poisonous snake.
Normally, I'd take out my knife to try and cut this scaly bastard down, but as I said earlier, it's currently aware of my presence. I was feeling rusty with my shooting, since I haven't fired my weapon yet in this mission. Because of this, I decided to take the easy way out. I quickly pulled out my Beretta, took aim, and gently pulled the trigger.
"Pffttt." The Beretta said, as it discharged a 9x19mm cartridge. Because of the silencer, the sound was miniscule, and if people within the vicinity do hear it, they'll rarely associate it with the sound of a firearm.
"Eeeek!" The snake yelped, as the bullet hit it between its eyes. So much for being rusty! The sound of skin being torn up was heard, and blood was splattered all over the ground, as the snake fell down. It shook around a bit, before finally expiring.
I quickly took out my knife and decapitated its head. It might seem like overkill for many people, but snakes can still bite you even after death because of reflex action. This snake wasn't poisonous, but I'll be damned if it gets a piece of me. I'd rather get shot rather than be bitten by a snake.
I grabbed the remaining part of the snake, and took one long look at it. Many thoughts went into my mind, and none of them were good. This will be the first time that I'll be eating raw snake. Again, no fires for cooking food are allowed, or risk getting gang raped. I then took a quick bite at its mid-section.
"Hmm. Tastes just like salty chicken." I thought. Yeah, just keep telling yourself that.
I took another bite, and kept on going. "Snakes: high in calories, *crunch* proteins, *crunch* and vitamins. Yum yum." I said in between bites.
After a few minutes, I've had enough. I buried the snake under some dead leaves, and went on my way. Suddenly, nature decided that I needed a shower.
It then started raining. The water poured down very hard. I didn't notice the dark clouds forming during my encounter with the snake. Well, at least the rain and the slight darkness will help keep me concealed from detection. The problem is it'll also be hard to detect the enemy.
After a few hours walking along muddy paths, I was wrong. There on the mud in front of me, I spotted several footprints. "Yep. Definitely made by boots, and made by more than one person." I said.
I followed the boot prints, and sure enough, I also found the owners.
They were at least two hundred meters ahead of me. They were going east, so I sneaked my way parallel of their position to the south. I did my best to move quickly, but silently, while trying to keep them in sight. I then hid inside a bunch of bushes, after checking it for wildlife, since I didn't want snakes or anything to bite me while hiding in the bushes. They were far from me, but I can see them.
I took out my binoculars, and zoomed in on their location. There were five of them. They wear wearing balaclavas to conceal their faces. They were also wearing "Leaf" camouflage, similar to my woodland camo, except that mine had splotches of dark green, brown, and black, while theirs had light green added. They were also wearing black vests, but I wasn't sure if they were bullet-proof or just regular vests. And of course, they were heavily armed, with weapons ranging from AK-47's to Mini-Uzis. Also, one of them was carrying a shotgun, probably a Mossberg. This five-man patrol group can take on anyone from long to close range. The point man is watching the front, the ones in the middle were watching the sides, and the last man was watching the back. Now, how can I eliminate them silently if they've got all sides covered? I'll have to wait for an opportunity. Besides, I'm only armed with a handgun.
"These are definitely the Russian Terrorists." I thought. Hell, I'd never mistake them for the ninjas that I saw earlier. To be honest, I wasn't given enough description of these terrorists during my briefing and when I was making initial plans for this mission, but really, I'm 99% sure that these are the people that I'm looking for. To make it 100%, all I had to do was listen in on their conversations, which was not necessary.
Because of my observations, I failed to notice them changing their direction. They suddenly went south, directly towards me, while I was identifying them. I stored my binocs, took out my Beretta, and lay in the prone position. I was well hidden inside the thick bushes, and hopefully, they don't pass through them. I didn't want to take them on when they were still together. I'd get my ass shot after taking out one guy.
The good news is, they didn't pass through the bushes, and they went around it instead. The bad news is, one guy decided to hang around, directly in front of me. He didn't see me, which was good, but I had a bad feeling about this.
"Ohhh! If I don't go now, I'll have to go in my pants!" The terrorist said. Shit.
Sure enough, I heard him fumbling the buttons in his pants, and shortly afterwards, a stream of warm, yellowish water became visible, and it landed directly on top of my head.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why does this shit happen?" I thought, as the urine kept on pouring. I closed my eyes, and gripped my Beretta as hard as I could.
"Tovarish (Comrade)! What's the hold-up?" Another terrorist, probably a few meters away, said.
"Give me one minute! Maybe two." The peeing terrorist replied.
"Oh. I see. Hurry up then. You should have let it go in your pants. It is raining, after all."
"Shut up! Ohhh, I think I'm almost done."
Good. If it weren't for the rain, I'd be shooting your balls off right about now. The warm liquid went all over my face, and I even tasted some of it. I wanted to spit, but that will have to wait.
"Ohh yeah! Much better!" The fucking guy said.
"Khoroshee (Good). Let's go!"
"Da (Yes). I feel much better now."
"You won't be feeling much better once I put a bullet through your head, you fucking asshole." I thought. I waited for at least five minutes, and when I was sure that no one was near me, I stood up, spat two times, and looked up into the sky. I wiped my face with my hand, as the rain gently washed the poisonous crap all over my face. With that, I then formulated a plan to take these fuckers out.
End of Chapter 4
