Spike lit a cigerette, as he stood behind Sam, who was scaling the forest for their target on the laptop. Spike walked over to Jacob and Harry, who just finished setting up the tents. He blew smoke out of his nose, and mouth.
"What the fuck is taking Dave so long?" Jacob said, as he sat down on his cot."We aren't that far from the lake, are we?"
"About a kilo there and back." Sam said, still typing, staring at the screen.
"Still, it wouldn't take him two hours." Jacob said.
"Maybe he had to take a dump or somethin'." Harry said, checking his equipment. His eyes became wider. "Shit! I forgot my uzie. I knew it, I always forget stuff when I go on vacation."
"Dude, we are not, I repeat, Not on vacation." Spike said.
"Seems like it, it's one guy-" Harry couldn't finished, for Sam inturrped him.
"Got him! He's on the other side of the lake...But I don't see David." Sam said, standing from his chair.
"Jason got David. Damn!" Spike said.
"Well, why don't we go get him?" Jacob asked. "He's right there, it would be easier to just take him out now."
"No...I want to wait until he's closer. He could ambush us when we are so far from camp." Spike answered.
"He's right, it's too dangerous." Harry said.
"Well, what are we Marines for? Danger!" Jacob said, clenching his fist.
"No." Spike's answer was simple, monotone, with no emotion put into it, what so ever.
"Fine, sir..." Jacob said.

His footsteps were loud as he carried the dangling body of David. His fresh blood ran down Jason's back, turning his green shirt to red. He walked up to a random tree and sat his body on a limp. Hung upside down was Toby. Lying beside the tree was Amy. Jason cocked his head, looking at his work. The one thing that he was after was revenge, plain and simple.
He thought back to the day he had drowned. The lifegaurd had no idea what was happening to Jason. He was too busy with his girlfriend. He remembered his mother, killing for him, and that bringing joy to his evil, soul-less heart. Then, he thought of his mother, and how she was killed. Her head flying onto the beach while her body landed the other way. A small tear dripped down his mask. He stepped back, turned, and walked into the endless darkness.

"Jacob, you take watch. After 2 hours, wake Harry. Then Harry, you wake up me, then I'll wake Sam up, ok. Now, let's get some sleep. See you in four hours Harry." Spike said. He walked to his cot, under the large tent. He took his put his desert eagle under his pillow and went to sleep. Harry sat on his cot, said a small prayer and went to sleep. Sam jumped onto his cot, and dozed off, talking about computer parts in his sleep.

Jacob lit a cigerette as he urinated on some bushed a few yards away from camp, he saw the senors lining some trees nearby. He laughed and walked to the edge of the senors.
"Come on Jason, show yourself. Just try and I'll pump you so full of AK ammo you'll wish your momma was alive so you could cry to her. Yeah, that's what I thought, stupid momma's boy." He began to walk back to camp. Suddenly, a knife wizzed past his head, and he dodged it, falling to the floor. He stood, and saw their target. Jason Voorhees.
"HOLY SHIT, GUYS! HE'S HERE!" He yelled, as he pulled the trigger. Bullets hailed onto his body, like rain. He fell with a loud thump. He stood, and ran back to camp. "Guys! Guys! He's out there..." He caught his breath. "But I got him. Stupid bastard went down faster than a ton of bricks."
The soldiers grabbed their weapons(Sam his rifle, Harry his gernade launcher, and Spike grabbed David's M4 assualt rifle.
"See he's right...there....FUCK! He's gone." Jacob yelled, hitting his fist on a tree. "I'll check his postiton." Sam said, running to the computer. He ran back in a short time. "He's about a fourth of a kilo away...going that way." Sam pointed Northwest.
"Jesus he's fast." Harry said.
"Fuck it, let's kick the bastards ass now. Spike go get your flamethrower, and we'll head off. Sam get-"
"I don't believe you're the one in charge here." Spike said. "But I think we should go get him now, seeing Jake shot him up some. I'll go get my flamethrower, and we'll take him out." Spike ran to his cot, grabbed the flamethrower, strapped it to his back,while the M4 was fitted behind him with a strap and he grabbed hold of the trigger and ran over to the men.
"Come on boys, let's go get ourselfs a serial killer..." Spike said. At that order the men ran into the woods, ready to take out there target

TO BE CONTINUED...