Chapter 14: Lost (Four Years ago)
The sound of whizzing bullets in and out of the hut, which was the armory where Blakes and Valero were in. The job was simple, get the charges set, get the info, and then blow the base up to smoke. How did it go to shit so fast they thought.
"Damn Blakes! We need a way out!" Valero said to Blakes. Valero was firing outside the window. He was able to hit a few of the guards. Blakes was looking around for an exit. None so far.
"Keep firing! Keep them busy!" Blakes eventually found a breakage in the wall. He started kicking it in and made a hole. As he was about to call out to Valero, he saw an RPG aimed at the hut armory.
"RPG!" Valero yelled. The rocket hit inside while the two took cover. The fragments hit the canisters of the unknown chemical. They sprayed out a grey gas that filled the hut. Both Blakes and Valero were coughing and struggling to the exit.
"VALERO! MOVE!" Blakes yelled. They ran to the jungle with gas in their lungs they were coughing out and bullets whizzing over them. They disappeared into the night, but not before setting off the explosives. They stopped at a small lake after running for half an hour. They could breath again but Valero was concerned about the gas.
"Blakes, we breathed in that stuff. We have it we're infected." Valero said to Blakes.
"We'll see a medic when get back." Blakes got on the radio for an extraction, the coordinates were set. There was an open field out five miles out north west. It would be there in one hour.
"One hour?! Do they know that we got a god damn army on our tails?!" Valero reminded Blakes.
"Yea, they know."
"So they're just gonna let us fend for ourselves for a whole hour, maybe more than that against an island of pist-offed militants while we two with little ammo and possibly dying from god knows what was in those canisters."
"Yea pretty much."
"I like these odds." Valero said with a grin. They ran to the landing zone. It was an open field of small grass and around 75 yards round. Blakes and Valero were relieved to get there and were waiting for the evac. They took cover in the trees near the landing zone. They felt fine afterwards despite the gas that they breathed in.
"Hey Blakes, I'm feeling fine, how about you?" Valero asked Blakes.
"Same here."
"You think that stuff was a misfire?"
"Don't know, hope so, like I said, we'll go see the medic when we get home."
"Good. By the way, you think we'll get medals for this?"
"Hope so, after all we been through. Just hope everyone else made it ok."
"Me too." Almost an hour has passed until they heard a helicopter. They popped red smoke to let them know that the zone was clear. As the chopper landed, shot rang out and hit Blakes in the neck. Valero was caught off guard, seeing red spilling out of Blakes. A second later, an RPG round hit the chopper, pushing back both Blakes and Valero. Both were on the ground. Valero got himself together and looked around to see what was going on. He saw Blakes on the ground and clinging on to his neck. He ran to him and covered his wound.
"Blakes! Stay with me buddy! Stay with me, don't give up on me!" Valero begged Blakes.
"Tell my girl, I love her." Blakes said with his last breath. Valero checked for a pulse, there was none. Blakes was gone. The militants walked up to Valero, pointed at his head with a rifle and told him to surrender. He didn't respond. They told him again in a more demanding voice, still didn't respond. One man grabbed his arm and Valero responded with claw going across the militants neck. The man looked at the rest of his group and they saw him missing his top layer of his throught, which was exposed and flowing blood. They took aim at Valero and fired. He ran at such speed that no one saw before. They followed his prints, but then the prints turned more animal. Valero looked from the foliage of the jungle. Then hunt begins.