Ninjas, Mercenaries, and a Solitary Soldier

Clutch'd: I'd rather give hints throughout the story, but I'll make an exception for you. He's a main character in a gothic RPG. That's all I'm saying. ^_^ I think that's more than enough clue for anyone who knows which RPG I'm talking about.

Gouki: That is an important side note! You are correct; the AK-47 can only fire in single shot or full-auto. I was probably thinking of the AK-74 (which can be fired in 3-shot bursts) when I was typing this up. Anyway, this error has been corrected. Thanks a lot!

Chapter 6: Jungle Warfare

"Understood," A very authoritative voice responded on the radio. "Exercise extreme caution. It could be those ninjas. They've been sending more patrols over there recently." So, they were actively searching for ninjas, and vice versa. What were they planning? Capture them? Wipe them all out? Or maybe just take their land away from them?

Ahhh, there's no time to waste! I scrambled immediately to prepare for an upcoming attack. It stopped raining, and the sky was clearing up, which was bad because I will be more visible to the enemy, but at least I should be able to spot them easily as well. My initial plan is to perhaps do the same thing that I did to demolish the earlier patrol; but somehow, I had less confidence about reusing the same tactic. The enemy will be aware of my presence, but they won't know where I am yet, so maybe it will work. I took out the mag from the AK and looked at it. The mag was still full, and I slapped it back into the rifle and chambered a round into it. I stowed the AK away by putting it on my back, and went back to work.

I grabbed some more ammo for the AK, some frags, and whatever seemed important as well. I then decided to hide the dead bodies so that the patrol won't find them and be on alert. It was a little bit hard to do so because of the mud, and also because I had to cover up the traces after rearranging the furniture. I carried one body and hid him inside some thick bushes. The next guy, I decided to dump him inside a crevice. For the third guy, I also wanted to dump him inside some bushes, as I grabbed him by his legs. As I started dragging him, I heard a twig being snapped. I looked straight ahead, and there was a terrorist, holding an AK, looking at me with his eyes wide open. Well, now that I thought about it, it did look like I was humping a dead guy with the way I was holding him. It would have been a funny sight, but he was in no mood to laugh, and neither was I.

"What is this?" He asked. But before he could raise his rifle, I already dropped the body and ran in the opposite direction. I ran as fast as I could, and dove behind a dead log lying horizontally on the ground. I took out my AK, since things will definitely get ugly from now on. So much for plan A. The enemy radio suddenly sputtered some more radio chatter.

"I saw someone, but he's not a ninja. He looked like one of us, with his gear, clothing and guns, but he is definitely not one of ours because I didn't recognize his face. Plus, he was dragging the body of one of our soldiers," The guy said. That was probably the one who spotted me.

"OK. You know the drill. Search, corner and neutralize the target," The authoritative voice said.

I waited and waited, and when I heard the sound of feet moving, I raised my head slightly to look ahead. I saw them going into position, hiding behind trees and rocks. I spotted one terrorist giving a hand signal to his team. The signal ended with his hand pointed towards my hiding spot. Suddenly, the forests of Japan will be getting one hell of a concert, complete with surround sound.

"RAT-A-TAT-TAT!" The AK spat. Bullets were flying all over the place, most of them hitting the log I was hiding behind.

"We've found him! We're moving in to take him out!"

"Understood. Don't let that bastard get away."

When the firing ceased for a second, I stood up from my hiding place, and returned fire.

"RAT-A-TAT-TAT!" My own AK spat back. The other terrorists then joined in on the fun.

"BRATATATAT!" The Uzi screamed, a hail of 9mm's being discharged at a very high rate pounded the area I'm in.

"THWOOOOM!" The Mossberg shotgun yelled, spraying pellets all over the place. I feel sorry for the dead log, which absorbed most of the damage.

I then raised my rifle over the log while still keeping my head down and fired wildly. Most of the time, it's better to fire your weapon even if it doesn't hit anything to prevent the enemy from just rushing in and cornering your ass. One of the terrorists then looked like he was about to play baseball with me, only that he was carrying a frag, not a baseball, and I didn't want to be the catcher.

The frag fell short, as it landed in front of the dead log. I slumped to the ground and covered my head as the grenade detonated.

"BOOOM!" The grenade thundered, and then shrapnel went all over the place. Again, the log took most of the hits. I decided then that it was too dangerous to stay in my spot, so I made a dash to the nearest tree while firing my weapon.

"RAT-A-TAT-CLICK!" The mag was dry. When I managed to reach the tree, I took out the empty mag and slapped a new one into the rifle. I took a peek, and saw only two terrorists, still firing their weapon.

"I know what they're planning. The two guys are shooting to provide cover while the rest move in to try and flank my ass." I thought. The question is, where were those three? I looked around, and took a nice fucking guess at where they were. There was a big rock north west of my hiding place, so I tested my hunch. I took out my own frag, pulled the pin, and tossed one. The grenade landed behind the rock, as I intended, and it detonated. I then heard screams of pain and agony.

"Nice," I thought. I then took a peek at the rock from my hiding place, but I saw one terrorist crouched low on the ground, dragging himself towards the guys still firing. He looked pretty messed up. He had an ugly wound just under his neck.

"Oh no you don't," I said. I popped out of my hiding place and sprayed him with rifle rounds.

"Auughhh," He yelled, as the bullets tore through his torso. He slumped to the ground, and never moved again.

Hopefully, the others with him were taken out by the blast, but I had no time to check as the two terrorists providing cover for their dead pals suddenly charged towards me, weapons still being discharged. I ran out of my hiding place, and saw a stream nearby. I ran towards it, and almost slipped as my feet touched the water. I spotted a rock and hid behind it, still ready to pull the trigger. The radio suddenly spat some more chatter.

"We have him cornered by the stream, but we've lost three men! Send additional personnel."

"Nyet (No), we cannot spare any more troops. They are currently occupied right now. You have to go after him yourselves." The radio then went dead.

"You guys are fucked," I yelled, still hiding behind the rock. "My sobaka (dog) can shoot much better than that! It's time to lay off the vodka, comrades."

They didn't reply. Instead, they let their firearms do the talking. Good. It's always nice to yell insults here and there, as long as you have the upper hand. At least, I think I had it. As the bullets struck the rock I was using for cover, I waited for an opportunity to strike back. When the firing stopped, it was reloading time for them. That was my cue to pop out of my hiding place. I already had my rifle pointed and ready to shoot, while they were still fumbling for their spare mags. I emptied a short burst into one guy, then another into the final terrorist. All shots went cleanly into their torsos. They both screamed in unison, and fell into the stream almost at the same time. The fight was over, for now.

I just stood there, looking at the stream, when it started turning red. The blood from the two terrorists coated the stream, and now, I was mesmerized by the sight of the red water.

"Cool," I said.

End of Chapter 6

Author's note: Next chapter, someone from DOA will finally make an appearance! YAY! Thank you for waiting, everyone.