Chapter 3: Coded Named Javelins

A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon. -Napoleon Bonaparte

One of the men closest to me, managed to smile and choke up the words, "You had a good time in that field, huh?" I sat down and grabbed an IV for myself. I had lost a lot of blood. I hooked myself up to one.

Ignoring the topic, I asked, "What's your name?"

"Pinky. I'm a Sergeant"

"So… Pinky, huh?"

"Don't you dare joke around with that name, you'll see what happens." He smirked. "So what's your name? Forgetful? You probably forgot your boots at that white room." He tried to laugh, but immediately stopped. He had gone through a lot. That's when I noticed the rest of them had boots. Some were talking to each other. All of them were talking English, but about a quarter of them had accents, including Pinky, who I think was Russian. They were probably also kidnapped, some from foreign countries.

"Sergeant Bryan," I said. "Any idea what they're doin'?"

"Beats me. Said they were gonna-"

Just then what seemed to be an invisible door opened. The wall just slid apart to reveal a woman walking through. She walked towards the middle of the room with four medics. The medics all started to bring the dead and wounded through the opening in the wall, which must have led to another room.

"Greetings," she said. "All of you have shown skill in battle that exceeds the standards of Delta Force Under Military Code 42706, you are now conscripted to the United Nations Special Tactical Warfare-code named Javelins." With that, she left the room and more medics came in to treat our wounds.

A few of the men and woman whispered to each other while others like me and Pinky just stared. We were both thinking the same thing: better than Delta Force? No way! But it explained a lot. I now understood why I was put through this.

I managed to talk to my new friend. "So… uhh… I guess we'll be working together for a while, huh?"

"So it seems," he spoke, in a deep Russian accent. Then he looked at me and asked, "Were you Special Forces?"

"No," I replied, "Regular Army."

"Yes… It seems that everyone here has never gone through Special Forces. It was like they were saving us for this."

"Huh, its funny, never thought I was that good."

One of the medics came over to me and said, "Anything broken? Wounds? What?"

"I got a broken tibia and several bullet and shrapnel wounds," I replied.

He sterilized the other wounds with alcohol. I flinched at it and grit my teeth. Soon enough, he came to work on my tibia. He must have stayed there for a few minutes. I looked at what he was doing. He gave me a shot with heavy anesthetic, and then started cutting my skin open. I had to look away. I didn't know what happened, but he walked away with blood on his hands and I looked at my leg. I was shocked. I had seen him cut open my skin to get to the tibia, and now it looked like a scar that had been there for months. I felt my leg with and I found out that the bone was healed.

"The hell?" I whispered.

The lady we had seen earlier came back into the room when the medics had worked on everyone.

"Please come through the opening, I will explain what has happened to you."

We filed through the "door" and took a seat. It was like an auditorium. She sat in front of us.

When we had settled she began to talk. "Today is July 20, same year. It is currently 1345 hours. My name is Dr. Alisa Sierra. Your body has been biologically altered. These drugs are safe, effective, and have been proven. Instincts important to your survival and effectiveness in combat have been boosted. Fear has been dulled, and wounds will not hurt as much. Your retinas have been altered so that they can adjust quickly, and in the dark, will absorb more light than a normal person. You muscles will have gotten stronger, as some of you have noticed, and so has your steadiness. During critical times, primal instincts will be boosted to ensure a greater chance of survival as well as effective thinking. Your reaction times have been boosted, some as little as 150 percent, and some as much as 500 percent. You will be the most effective soldiers in the history of mankind. Here is your trainer." A man around the age of 30 came out. "His name is Major Draco Scaraken. Until now, he has been the only Javelin in the UNSTW. With that, I must go." She turned around and said something to the Major. After that, she walked away.

"Alright. All of you have been demoted to Recruits! We start fresh again! Now hit the showers and get to bed! Tomorrow the real training starts," the Major shouted.

One of the men stood up and asked, "Sir, we don't know where it is!"

"Well then, find it! Fall out recruits!"