This story is rated "T" for Teen due to mild, but rare, language and Violence.

This story is fictional, and any relation between the characters and real people, dead or alive, is coincidental even though I doubt that someone is going to be called Wombat, but still. Any original characters are Scarecrow1995's property. Please do not reproduce or use without my permission.

Thanks and I hope you enjoy the story, new chapters will be added eventually.

Chapter One – Day Before Take Down.

"Wombat!" I couldn't see the who said that, but I could recognise his Deep, British accent. "Take this and follow me!" It was Reaver, acting field command.

He picked up my ACR from the ground and dropped it on my lap, but I couldn't seem to focus my vision.

All I could see was a blurred figure approach me, grab my hand and heave me up onto my feet.

"No-ones getting left behind soldier." It was someone else I heard this time; also British, but I couldn't figure it out.

I rubbed my eyes and eventually my sight returned. It was Normandy. I looked around and discovered that we were in a bog, machine guns rained down on us, dirt flew up into the air as we took cover in a large ditch in the ground. I then turned my head towards Reaver as he was pulling a man with the American flag in his shoulder into a door of the building, just up ahead.

"Keep your head down and follow me!" Yelled Reaver.

Normandy and I sprinted down through a small trench, until we reached the building. The American jogged up to me and laid me down of the floor.

"Are you ok?" I nodded as he shone a torch into my eyes. "Do you remember who you are?"

I thought about this question, then finally I answered.

"I'm Wombat, from the Australian special air service regiment, reassigned to task force 141. We are near the Favela and our mission is to find Rojas, and as I can see, we are surrounded by Tangos at the moment."

"Do you remember me and the others?" He asked.

"You are Crow the Yankee, Reaver and Normandy are the Brits." I replied.

"You seem fine, come on and use that gun of yours!" Crow ordered as he pulled me up.

I crouched under a window, reloaded my ACR and peaked out the window. There were Tangos in a hotel, to many to take down without support. Reaver was heard talking into his radio, all I managed to make out, over the guns firing, was; 'Overlord, this is Bravo 3, we've got multiple foot mobiles deployed in a hotel.'and 'Bravo 3, laser point our target.'

"Normandy, get the laser point on that hotel!" Ordered Reaver.

"I'm on it!" Replied Normandy as he flicked a switch on his M16A4 and aimed it a the hotel. We waited for a few seconds until we heard a voice on Reavers radio.

"Bravo 3, this is Overlord, we are sending air support right now, good luck." This was something that put a smile on Reavers face. Normandy turned the laser point off and crouch back under the window. The sound of the jet faded out into silence until a large explosion was heard. I looked out the window to find the hotel had been destroyed.

"Wombat, Crow, go check for vitals, Normandy and I will meet up with you at the town market."

"Affirmative" I replied as I gestured Crow to follow.

We jumped out the window and headed over to the hotel ruins to find that there were a wounded militia, crawling around on the ground. I pulled out my M9 and aimed it at him.

"Put him out of his misery, we don't have use for him at the moment." Said Crow.

I pulled the trigger and a burst of blood sprayed on our legs. Crow scouted the area to report that it was clear.

"Right let's meet up with everyone else at the market." I said, with the reply of, "Hooah!"

We trudged through into a shanty town. I saw some movement on the roof of a shack and pulled Crow into cover behind a car.

"Possible Tango up on a roof, eleven o'clock." I told him.

Crow moved his head around the car enough to see the shack.

"I'm not sure, it's to dark." He informed.

"Well, let's use it to our advantage." I suggested.

"Alright, watch my six, weapons suppressed." Ordered Crow as we kept to the most darkest places of the shanty town. As we pushed up, Crow motioned to stop.

"Fall–out." He ordered as he ran into a small building. I hid behind a dumpster, hearing footsteps getting closer.

"Take him out with stealth, Wombat" Crow whispered through his radio.

I pulled my knife out, grabbed him from the behind, covering his mouth and slit his throat. I nodded in Crows position, hoping that he saw me.

"We are Oscar Mike...for the moment." He said as I saw him crawl out the building.

I was surprised we didn't get caught, but we managed to get through. Eventually, we managed to find ourselves in the town market with the rest of the squad. Reaver, Normandy and two Canadians, Chimera and Bull.

"The Market is safe for now, but at dawn i suggest we move, MacTavish and his men are coming here to find Rojas' right hand man, and I'm sure he will pass through here, no doubt under fire." Explained Bull.

I sat down before a fire and warmed my hands. I heard Chimera and Bull chatting, all I managed to hear was 'The new guy.' I am the new guy, and I hate being the new guy, mainly because I get treated like the new guy. I wouldn't of been picked by General Shepard to be in 141 if I needed training from Bull and Chimera. Normandy came and sat himself next to me and sighed.

"Tomorrow, we finish this." He said and brushed the dirt off his shirt.

"You know that us blowing up that hotel is going to get a lot of attention." I said, as I turned my head to see a large fire in the distance.

"A distraction my friend. After the Militia attend to the hotel, MacTavish and his men will get to Rojas a tad more easier then they would have if we didn't blow it up." He replied.

I didn't think of it like that, but I guess it makes a bit of sense. I laid down on my back and looked at the stars.

"Well, try to get a goodnight sleep mate, because it will be one of your last after tomorrow." Assured Normandy.

I closed my eyes and eventually I was out.