Outside Beta Zulu
"Alright, we're getting closer to Beta Zulu," shouts the pilot. Jenna and Balto sigh in relief, though they were still afraid that they wouldn't make it back. As Balto starts up a conversation with Isaac, Jenna looks towards Sarge, thinking about asking him some questions.
"Hey, Sarge?"
"Yeah," says Sarge sheepishly.
"You said you were deployed to Iraq, right?"
"Yeah, us Red Devils were deployed in Iraq. What about it?"
"Well, since my time working in Intelligence, the Red Devils were never deployed to Iraq. Dust Wolf was. Since the 505th are Dust Wolf and you're 507th, that would mean you were never deployed to-"
"Intelligence? Really? A corporal from command comes about asking me questions about how the fuck I was in Iraq when they obviously don't know shit. I was in Iraq. 507th were deployed first to soften up the area. If you had read about it, you would have fucking knew that, Corporal."
Sarge seemed to spit her rank at her like it was venom. However, Jenna didn't seem to bothered about it.
"Well, if you were deployed to Iraq, that would mean that you were in a bomber, not on the ground. So… you never saw what was on the ground."
Sarge sighs heavily and says, "Alright, fine, I was on the fucking bomber. Happy now Corporal?"
Jenna shrugs off Sarge's tease and says, "No, but I'll stop pestering you for now."
With a sigh, Sarge says, "Great, I can't fucking wait for that shit."
Jenna smiles before looking out the window. She and Sarge were going to be butting heads, but she wanted to know what he had to hide.
Sarge sighs heavily and, taking off his hat, he rubs his ears slightly before putting it back on. He was agitated so he was trying to get himself to relax.
"Pilot, how close are we to the target."
"We're right on top of them. Preparing to lower."
Sarge soon turns around and, looking at the four, he says, "Pack your shit. As soon as I say go, you're going to grab your gear and hit the ground running. The pilot and PFC Steele will keep this bird ready in case things go to shit. I don't want to hear any complaints, especially from you," he says as he gives a warning glare to Jenna.
"Hey, no complaints here," she says, answering his glare with a coy smile.
He growls slightly before turning back around. The pilot rolls his eyes and slowly lowers the helicopter onto the platform. As it lowered, Sarge kept his hand up, opened as if waiting for something.
It took a full three minutes till they were landed and, as soon as they were on the platform, Sarge closed his hand and shouts, "Go!"
Balto was out first, grabbing his gear and nearly falling face first onto the metal ground. Jenna was soon behind him, followed by Isaac and, lastly, Sarge.
The four headed to a nearby platform covered in large crates, a suitable location for the four to plan their strategy.
Once they arrived, they all ducked down and turned to Sarge. "Alright, we're going to split up and clear each side. Isaac and I will head to the right where the oil tanks are stored and you head to the left where the air purifiers are. Before you decide to turn them off, keep in mind that we need to head into the facility so… unless suicide is what you're aiming for, keep them on."
The two corporals nod before heading off to the left side of Beta Zulu. Sarge and Isaac head to the right side before slipping into the facility.
As Balto and Jenna walked through the hallways of Beta Zulu, Jenna asks, "Do you know what I just realized? I just realized that Dust Wolf also has a first sergeant named Alex who is married."
"Oh… really? Wow, that is very interesting," says Balto as he leads the way down the hall.
"Yeah… I wonder if there's a connection with them."
"Well, perhaps there is, but Alex is a common name so… probably just a coincidence."
Jenna chuckles a bit and asks, "You can laugh off anything, can't you?"
"Eh, I try."
They keep walking when they see three tangos up ahead, each carrying an AK-74 and wearing balaclavas. Balto and Jenna duck behind some crates, watching the three.
"Vy sluchayno ne poymat' igru vchera?" The first guard shifts a bit, stretching as he asked the other two.
"Net , ya byl vniz v tekhnike , ubedivshis', chto mekhanik sdelal svoyu proklyatuyu rabotu." The second lets out a sigh before placing his weapon onto his shoulder.
"Chto chertovski tochka dazhe smotret' khokkey? Eto vse tol'ko povtory v lyubom sluchaye." The third guard shakes his head before turning around, shifting nervously.
"Poshel na khuy Dmitriya! Yedinstvennaya prichina, u nas yest' eti igry nastol'ko my ne do kontsa soyti s uma ot etoy grebanoy korablya!"
As soon as the first guard ended his exclamation, he slumped to the floor as blood splattered onto the wall. The second guard turned to figure out where it came from when he too fell to the ground, blood spurting out of his chest.
The third guard aimed his assault rifle in the direction of the shooting, but never got a shot off as a bullet punctured his skull through his right eye. As blood spurted out of his socket, he fell to his knees before falling to the ground, a pool forming underneath him.
The two corporals soon get out from behind the boxes and they start to move down the hall.
"Nice shot," compliments Jenna as they head towards the fallen terrorists.
"Thanks… what language were they speaking?"
"I don't know… sounded Arabic."
With a laugh, he asks, "You ever heard Arabic?"
"No… just sounded similar."
Balto shakes his head and, once they stopped near the three dead terrorists, he radios Sarge.
"Sarge, we think the terrorists are Arabians. Come in Sarge."
As Sarge and Isaac head down the corridor, Sarge hears Balto's voice come in from his radio. Grabbing it, he shakes his head. "Retard, they're fucking Russian… oh well."
He hits the button and asks, "Arabian? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, they were speaking Arabic and they even have beards and whatnot."
With a laugh, he makes sure he wasn't holding the receiver before he says, "Wow, they can't tell the difference between a Russian and an Arab. Great work command. They should get a fucking medal."
He hits the receiver and says, "My God, those fucking Al Qaeda pricks have attacked the Russians. Clear any and all hostiles. Over and out."
A/B:If anyone notices that the translations for the Russian is wrong, blame Google. That is all.