"Well ain't that a bitch" Complained Mac

"I was hoping we would get to torch more shit, bah, guess its better safe that sorry"

"That's just it Mac" responded Zach

"Its not safe to leave those 5 Dropships out there, if the enemy captures them all, and decodes the data, we're gonna have a big mess to clean up"

"Its getting dark out, its not even 12" Emanuel points out.

"Fuck, if it rains I'm gonna...I'm gonna complain a lot about it" said Mac.

"Stop"

"Snipers. Here, now" Ordered Collins

Three Spec ops soldiers with very over-threatening looking guns on their backs and SMGs in their hands walked over to the Staff Sergeant.

"Look at this, they dug in down there, we got 8 guys patrolling, 3 in tents and 3 warthogs, a recon squad".

"I want you to use silencers. It might make you a tad less accurate but we can't let them know were here, if they get those chainguns on the 'hogs started up we'll be pinned down here and have to call in an air strike, and we all know the situation about flying over this place."

The snipers moved down the escarpment a bit to get a better view, and to make sure that the main group wasn't at risk if they drew fire accidentally. Screwed on their silencers, and planned the takedown. They decided to stand when they could and keep moving. Shooting the enemy when they went behind a big enough tree, or cluster of bushes.

"I got one taking a leak beside a pool of water, it looks deep, I'm going for it"

He squeezed the trigger slowly. There was a slight thud as the bullet left the barrel and entered the back of the soldier's skull, leaving through his forehead. He fell into the muddy water. Hidden in it.

"Target down, target down" the sniper whispered into his radio quite happy with his shot.

"I think I got one taking a walk, I don't like where he's headed..."

The radio was silent for a few minutes.

"Son of a bitch is looking right at the main squad," Said the second Sniper."

"He just moved into a tent, its vacant I'm taking him out" Reported the third Sniper. He moved the crosshair over the man's faint shadow in the tent, adjusted it just below the shadow of his head, knowing that it would be higher than the actual person. He fired. He saw the shadow jerk back, fall. Then he started crawling, crawling towards the entrance to the tent.

"SNIPERS!" the wounded man managed to get out through his bloody throat.

"Snipers, fire at will, take them down!" Collins yelled from over the escarpment, not worrying about being seen. He then ducked down behind it again.

"ASSAULT! I NEED BACKUP FOR THOSE SNIPERS! TAKE OUT THE WARTHOGS!"

Four men mounted their guns on the muddy escarpment and opened up at the 7 enemy soldiers below. Bullets crashed through the Warthogs window, popped tires, and shredding the chainguns. A lucky shot penetrated a gas tank and the Hog burst into flames. The snipers moved down the slope and took out their SMGs after placing their rifles on their backs. Bullets sprayed from the three SMGs while the four gunners above rained hell down on the men trying to take cover. The burning Warthog had almost gone out as it was just a pile of scrap metal and randomly exploding ammunition from the chaingun. An enemy soldier leaned out from behind a tree and threw a grenade, the snipers took cover and were jumped by 2 enemies with Assault Rifles. One of the three Snipers secretly loaded a new clip of ammo into his SMG, rolled over and sprayed the 2 soldiers with lead. One of their hands clasped shut as a bullet entered his head, his Assault Rifle went off hitting the sniper in the shoulder, and riddling the log behind them with bullets.

The rest of the Spec Ops team rushed the enemy after Emanuel and Mac had thrown a grenade each down into the fray. Staff Sergeant Collins aimed his Assault Rifle forward and entered a tent where another man was hiding from the fire.

"DOWN! DOWN! ON THE FLOOR!" Collins ordered, he took out a pair of plastic fastener handcuffs and cuffed the man in the tent to the tent post.

Collins spun around and fired his Assault Rifle through the tent at a man he could see sneaking up past the wall. The man collapsed and fell through the ripped tent wall.

Meanwhile an unlucky PFC found himself with no ammo, and face to face with an enemy who had what he needed. He took out his survival knife, remembering his training with it he threw a fake punch at his foe's face, when the man moved his rifle to block it, the PFC drove the knife into his gut in an upwards motion with one stroke. Then removed the blade as fast as possible to ensure faster bleeding at the deepest point. The PFC kicked to the side of his enemy's legs knocking him over and stealing his ammo.

"CLEAR!"

The Spec Ops team members shouted from various points around the camp.

"MEDIC! We got wounded!" Shouted a Sniper.

The medic jumped over the log and kneeled down beside the wounded Sniper.

"Okay," he gently pulled him forwards.

"Good, we got an exit wound, that means the bullet wont stay and fester and no immediate surgery needs to be made"

He patches it up and goes off.

"IS ANYONE HURT AT ALL!" Yelled Collins

Everyone reported in on the radio as fine.

"Right then, lets scavenge any equipment we need, then report back to the center of camp, we'll move on after that." ordered Emmanuel, being the second in Command.