Just sliding in here with another chapter.
"In. Out. 30 minutes. Omar Salad Elmi and Mohamed Hassan Awale, they are our targets." Jerry repeated for the nth time, "Remember that boys, time is of the essence, it's a short raid."
Bryan nodded and placed one hand on the first aid kit he carried for the team. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it.
"Yes sir!" John nodded, gripping his gun tight. Everyone knew John struggled the most. He did good during the heavy action they experienced, but the before and after hit him harder than the others. But he was getting into the zone, going from a nervous semi-wreck to a cold soldier.
The second Little Bird touched down twenty seconds after the first one, and the second half of Delta Operators spilled out, quickly finding formation with the other team.
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"I've got one guy who's hit. And he's down." Jerry barely caught the words over the com. It was like 200 conversations were held at once. Everything seemed to fade to a blur.
Jerry held his hand up, signaling for the group of Delta operators to stop. He needed to hear this.
"Who is it, and what's his status?" Another voice sounded over the radio, the way he spoke made it an easy assumption that this was the man was in charge of the first other one.
There was a long pause. It felt like a minute, maybe even more.
"It's Pilla." The man paused again, steeling himself, "And he's dead."
The radio went dead silent. Nobody said anything. No one.
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"Hey! We've got to focus…" Jerry called out to the rest of the Deltas, "Our side has just had its first casualty, but we can't let that get to our heads. That breeds chaos, and not the good kind…"
Boxer nodded as he reached out to give Jack a supportive pat on the shoulder. He knew Jack probably felt as uneasy as he did himself. He still had nightmares about the last time any of them got hurt. The sight of an unconscious Jack as they carried him to the helicopter, all the blood. All the screaming he did before he passed out. Boxer remembered all of it, remembered everything about the day he thought he was about to lose one of his oldest and dearest friends.
"You good brother?" Charlie asked, with a quick nod in Jack's direction.
"Yeah, just hoping the three of us gets to see 27…" Jack rubbed his neck, "And that the others get to see their next birthday too…"
"If I was a praying man, I'd pray for that…" Charlie nodded.
Okay, so… Well, since this is a work of fiction, I might stray away from most of the info I could muster up about Mogadishu, Gothic Serpent and Black Hawk Down…