Chapter Four:

"Look, I think I can see where Mattias drove the tank through." Chris pointed out at a trail of fallen trees and flattened grass that went down the huge hillside from the PLAV's home base. Patches of the grass were burnt and there were muddy tank tracks across the road. The big man started to slow descend the hillside, the others hesitantly following him. He picked his way down, avoiding holes and other death traps while following the trail of Mattias and Chris' wake from last night.

After a good half hour of bush whacking, they finally reached a paved road, tired, hot, covered in bug bites and everyone was drenched with their own sweat. But, once they were out on the road, the walk wasn't all that long, and soon they came across the Allied Nations Head Quarters.

Er, rather, what used to be the Allied Nations HQ. The entire camp had been decimated; the tent was laid out, vehicles tipped and on fire, the fence smashed to bits, and no one was around.

"Holy shit." Jen stated, her eyes looking around, flames reflecting in her dark brown orbs. Chris stood back beside her, arms crossed.

"This could be bad…"

"No wonder Mattias stayed behind."

LAST NIGHT…

"WOO! BUMPER CARS!" Mattias roared as he proceeded to drive the PLAV tank right through to the other side of the AN HQ, smashing through fence, buildings and probably people. Chris was on the .50 cal machine gun, blasting away. Because apparently, shooting at your own allies is a good idea when drunk and quite possibly high. The pair of mercenaries proceeded to eliminate the entire camp and all its occupants…so they thought…

PRESENT DAY…

Suddenly, a round of light machine gun fire cut through the silent muggy air like a knife. The mercs instinctively dropped, and Eva and Ewan soon followed suit. "What the bloody hell?" Jen yelled, reaching for her own rifle to shoot back, when she had the sudden realisation that she left it back the PMC. "Fuck!" She cursed, rolling over to get behind cover of a wrecked Humvee. The others soon followed, they caught sight of about ten AN soldiers shooting at them with an array of weaponry from Light Machine guns to pistols, to rocket launchers. They were here to get revenge.

Chris looked around, firing out his pistol that he kept holstered on his pant leg all the time. He saw that if they flanked the soldiers, they could very well steal their ride.

"Guys…go that way and get the Humvee. I'll distract'em." Chris chuckled, running out to less cover behind a large rock. Jen took the lead and started to sneak around the perimeter of the HQ at a crouch. Chris then stood up, his hands up in the air, gun on the rock. "Hey guys…listen….about last night…"

"Go on Jacobs…" One called out.

"Well…" His brown eyes watched the others slowly creep up to the still-running Humvee behind the AN soldiers' backs. "Last night, since we uh, just got Solano and all…" He drawled on, stalling for time.

"Go on merc, what the hell is the meaning for all this?"

"Let's just put it this way. Celebrations take some time and uh…we were drunk." And at that point, the three others had snuck into the Humvee, Jen in the driver's seat this time. Chris started walking closer, and one of the soldiers pointed his rifle up nervously as the tall mercenary walked over.

"Right…so, where's your Viking in crime?" One of the older men asked.

"I have no idea…" And slowly, he gave a nod, and that's when Jen floored it, making the soldiers all turn round, distracting them as they started to shoot, forgetting about Chris. He then took his pistol out, capped two of the young ones, and wrestled the other two older men to the ground, kicking them down. By this time, Jen had circled around and stopped so he could jump in.

"Phew…okay, where do you suggest we go?" Chris panted, holstering his gun, just as more soldiers showed up, and started firing at them. Jen floored it again.

"I was thinking the Chinese…"