March 24th 1999, Wednesday.

The chopper had not been in the air for at least four minutes before all the team were swapping stories about are latest assignment. Rumours, that's all they were. Some were saying that a group of bears had come down from the valleys, even though there were no bears in the UK, for Scotland Yard some of these guys didn't have the smarts.

First there was our team commander, Isaac. That was his code name of course; none of us were allowed to know each other's real names. We never did. Isaac was always very reserved and didn't seem to get along with many of the team, we had a few conversations in the last brief when we were sent out into the fucking desert to flush out some terrorists from a god damn cave. I was not amused. We lost four men on that day because of gorilla camouflage, hiding in the streets dressed as damn civilians. This mission however seemed easier.

Next there was Henderson's, he had blonde hair, blue eyes and stream of girls back home screaming for his body. Or so I assumed. He seemed a nice guy and got along with most of the team quite easily. Always carried a magnum with only two bullets in it, it was a death trap for sure.

Sitting next to Henderson's smoking a cigarette was Johnson. Johnson was very… hardcore. The only thing he talked about on take off and briefing was spilling some guts and giving what's coming to…. Who ever. In truth he scared the living crap out of me, an explosives expert and a living, breathing, walking, talking stereotype.

Opposite me staring blankly into space was Abraham. Abraham seemed to like to just stare into nothing until he got his sniper out and took out a few hostiles, which was pretty god damn weird. Abraham was black, while the rest of us were white. But it made no difference to any of us, except perhaps Johnson who was a bit of psychopath.

Last and least there was myself. I was an expert in negotiation and talking, whilst the other guys were all experts with firearms I had words, wow I really was going to survive a big shoot off, I had some training with a gun but to be honest I was shitting myself the first day I held one.

The chopper had only just started to ascend as we were approaching our set down zone when I got bad feelings. Bad feelings meaning, I knew something wasn't right, something was wrong and something was going to go damn bad. The whole smog rising from the valley was a dead give away. We went higher over a mountainous terrain, taking in hundreds of yards of green tree's that surrounded the place, no one could see in, or perhaps even out. As the chopper moved over the peek of the mountain we shook.

"Shit!" Johnson spat out. "What the hell was that?" I looked down at our sides and secured my seat belt even tighter, looking down at Collins our pilot; he seemed to be in complete awe about the turbulence we had just encountered. We didn't hit a peak that was for sure, as we were way far off the ground. I peered round at the others, and all the thoughts spilling around in their heads had all but faded.

The smog was light to start with, but later on we could see that it was thick, and that was our target destination. Collins seemed to be a bit apprehensive about charging forward into the beast, but Isaac turned around and gave him a pat on the shoulder and a smile with a warm face that said, "If you don't, I'll hurt you" Or so it seemed.

Abraham as usual was dead silent, he had not even moved when the chopper had gone through the turbulence. It was unnerving to see a man that calm and look so gaunt. I turned and looked down at the forest terrain.

What- ?

Standing in the middle of a patchy open ground was a civilian, just staring… just staring up at us. His face did not seem happy or sad; he just looked up at us, the ones who were flying. In his hand an instrument of some kind. The sight of him gave me shivers so I quickly looked back into the chopper and did not look back down at the forest again until we had arrived.

The smog had engulfed us, and in the open chopper you could not even see a hand in front of your face. I turned to see the others; all you could see was a haze of guns and eyes that felt as if they were all staring at me. I felt the same feeling as when the man who had watched me, I felt cold inside and I heard noises, breathing… heavy breathing.

"Landing position" Called out Collins. I snapped back into reality as Isaacs stood up and threw a parachute at each of us.

"Lets go in gentlemen" No more words from Isaac as he was already out of the chopper and bombing down through the smog. This smog was not natural, it wasn't. The others followed in suit and quickly went down one after another. Until all that was left was my fears and I.

I looked to Collins sitting at the front. He gave me a nod and a smile; I turned and eventually jumped out of the plane.

Something I would regret for the rest of my life.