The plans are final, do not deviate from them. That's what they told
my team and me. Fine we won't, even if it gets us killed, witch it will.
Cana knew that the Krew terrorist attack as soon as possible. Idiots.
Don't deviate from the plans; Screw that.
And with that Cana fell asleep.
The helicopter ride was always boring, but this one was really boring.
Cana sighed.
Down the rope, sigh.
Get guns ready; sigh.
Into positions, sig-.
"There coming" some one yelled through the radio, suddenly every thing wasn't so boring. Cana brought up his MP5 and waited, but only for a few seconds. A small metal canister bounced off the far wall, "Grenade!" Cana yelled and he jumped back behind the corner from witch he was just peering out from.
It exploded just before it would of come out of the corner. He watched as his partner fell to the ground, his body full of shrapnel. He turned back around the corner and shot at the on coming men, took down one. Felt a bullet enter his armor.
"Need Help!" some one yelled over radio. Too many terrorists. he fired again.
"Retreat!" Cana yelled, "Call for evac!"
He turned around and ran towards the evac point. He ran as fast as he could, and he got there first. He turned and waited. No one came. He saw a helicopter come after about fifteen minutes, but it didn't come to pick him up. "Hello? Is any one still out there?" he called over the Radio. No answer.
He got up and began to jog through the old dusty place. He went to where his partner was. Dead. Richard. Dead. Steve. Dead. Everyone. Dead. He finally came across Kasy, his friend, his companion, his wife. Dead.
He knelt down, and sobbed, for him, for his wife, for his team.
Crunching behind him, he tuned around, 9mm in hand. There was two of them, two of the basterds who did this to his life, his friends, his team.
He opened fire.
Two months later, in Cana's home town. A mamorial was held, to honor those who gave there life, to protect us, in DE_Dust .A statue was made, and a little girl with her aunt asked "Is Daddy and Mommy going to come home now?"
Don't deviate from the plans; Screw that.
And with that Cana fell asleep.
The helicopter ride was always boring, but this one was really boring.
Cana sighed.
Down the rope, sigh.
Get guns ready; sigh.
Into positions, sig-.
"There coming" some one yelled through the radio, suddenly every thing wasn't so boring. Cana brought up his MP5 and waited, but only for a few seconds. A small metal canister bounced off the far wall, "Grenade!" Cana yelled and he jumped back behind the corner from witch he was just peering out from.
It exploded just before it would of come out of the corner. He watched as his partner fell to the ground, his body full of shrapnel. He turned back around the corner and shot at the on coming men, took down one. Felt a bullet enter his armor.
"Need Help!" some one yelled over radio. Too many terrorists. he fired again.
"Retreat!" Cana yelled, "Call for evac!"
He turned around and ran towards the evac point. He ran as fast as he could, and he got there first. He turned and waited. No one came. He saw a helicopter come after about fifteen minutes, but it didn't come to pick him up. "Hello? Is any one still out there?" he called over the Radio. No answer.
He got up and began to jog through the old dusty place. He went to where his partner was. Dead. Richard. Dead. Steve. Dead. Everyone. Dead. He finally came across Kasy, his friend, his companion, his wife. Dead.
He knelt down, and sobbed, for him, for his wife, for his team.
Crunching behind him, he tuned around, 9mm in hand. There was two of them, two of the basterds who did this to his life, his friends, his team.
He opened fire.
Two months later, in Cana's home town. A mamorial was held, to honor those who gave there life, to protect us, in DE_Dust .A statue was made, and a little girl with her aunt asked "Is Daddy and Mommy going to come home now?"