Specialist Reilly McMahon jumps onto the ladder at the back of a slow moving transport vehicle. He crawls over the top trying to avoid being seen by the four enemy soldiers marching along side it.
"Only four?" He thought to himself.
The vehicle hit a ditch and one of the enemies fell down. McMahon quickly fired off a shot from his silenced pistol into the top of the Marine's skull. The man other enemy marines didn't notice. He crawled to the front of the vehicle and noted the direction of the rear view mirrors.
Suddenly the vehicle stopped.
"Shit" he whispers to himself.
One of the Marines says something to the driver over the radio in Russian. The windows are 2'' bulletproof glass and can't be rolled down, so he can't say it directly to him. McMahon recognizes one of the words as 'piss'.
The lone marine on one side of the vehicle walks off behind a tree not noticing his partner's absence.
McMahon jumps and rolls off the top of the vehicle and runs as quickly and silently as he can over to where the enemy marine is.
He aims his pistol at the upper backside of his foes head and fires, the bullet passes through and hits the tree.
McMahon races towards the back of the vehicle and up the ladder to the top. A few minutes later he hears the two remaining soldiers talking to each other. They walk around the vehicle and towards the tree. He goes for it. He jumps off the vehicle, shoots the lock off the passenger side door, gets inside the vehicle and presses his pistol against the driver's throat, ensuring a painful death if he doesn't comply.
"Drive" McMahon says in Russian.
Terrified, the driver starts the vehicle moving.
"Faster, unless you want to bleed to death," McMahon struggles with his Russian.
The two enemy soldiers notice the vehicle moving, they start running after it, McMahon takes his rifle off his back, kicks open the passenger door, and fires a volley towards the men, downing one. He closes the door and sees the other soldier pull out his pistol and shoot himself as the vehicle gets away.
"Fuck, I guess I would too" McMahon justifies the enemies action to himself.
"McMahon too Collins, I have the bomb"
"Good work, moving to intercept"
McMahon orders the truck to stop.
The driver won't.
He tries again pushing his gun closer to the drivers temple.
The driver just goes faster.
McMahon moves his foot over the breaks and forces the other mans foot down on it. The driver goes forward hitting his head on the steering wheel.
The driver begins throwing punches at McMahon.
FTT
A shot goes through the silencer and into the driver's chest, he screams in pain before McMahon shoots him again in the forehead.
Taking his foot off the breaks, he shuffles over and pushes the dead man out the driver's door after struggling with the lock.
He gets out as Collins and the rest of the group surround and secure the vehicle.
"Open it" Collins orders.
The marines shoot off the locks on the back of the vehicle and let the door slide open.
Collins mutters something into his radio.
Okay, lets get this thing moving. There is a small clearing up ahead. They can pick it up there. The marines re-lock the door with their own locks.
McMahon gets back on the top of the vehicle with a Sniper while another Marine and Collins get in the cab and start driving. The rest of the Marines walk along side it as they drive to the pickup zone.
McMahon loads a new clip into his pistol and putts in back in his jacket. He does the same to his rifle, but mounts it on the truck.
"I just got here yesterday, I've already killed three people and seen that Mac kid get a fucken tunnel through the head."
"You get used to it" Responded the Sniper in a cold tone.