This Chapter may be a bit short, but since this is my first story I really can't tell the difference between long and short so if someone would be willing to tell me I would quite greatful. Thanks for reading and please review.
It has been two years since the two brothers went to boot camp. They were finally living the life they always wanted to live. They had money, a condo in Detroit, and mostly they still had each other. Even though they had a condo, they never spent any time there because of their demanding military career. They were part of what the military called a recovery team. Basically, they did all the shit the no one else would ever do in their right minds, but they loved it and not to mention were extremely good at it. When they went on missions they would always go together and they had it no other way. Tim would always joke that they were like a super ninja assault team, but only when they were together. Mostly, the teams were assembled randomly unless a team was requested. Because of this the two chipmunks never would get to know the rest of there team unless they were ran more than one mission with each other. Teams could only requested by the most experienced members of the Recovery Force. Even though they had only been in this task force for a year and half, they were considered one of the top three in ranking of who had the most experience in the field at the age of twenty-one. This didn't surprise them since usually most people didn't like be overwhelmed one hundred to five and they quit the Recovery Force after their first mission. The only one above them was a close friend named Coronel Victor Jackson, but they just called him Victor. They had run several missions together and after their first mission together he would always request them on every mission he ran. Since the three always would always run missions together they became quite close and they knew every aspect of each others life.
The Recovery Force was a joint secret task force that was sent in to recover one of a few things ranging from hostages to information wanted by the government. The members of this task force were claimed to be the best the military had to offer and most were elite in some way. The two were where considered the best two man recon team in the entire military. Victor was in his forties and the best leader the military could offer making quick decisions at a moments notice. The teams never usually met before the team and were briefed on the flight to the drop point.
The three are on the way to their next mission and had just gotten briefed. Their objective was to infiltrate a heavily guarded Vietnamese drug peddler out post and rescue the hostages that were going to be executed the next day because their families couldn't afford the ransom for their release. Tim was in the front of the plane talking to Victor while Anthony slept on a cot at the back at the tail end. They were thirty minutes from the drop site and Tim went to the back to wake Anthony up.
Anthony woke up from a familiar dream that had been haunting him in his sleep for the last month playing over and over again like a broken record. He looked at the door to the front of the large cargo swung opened and closed as Tim jumped up on the cot.
"Good, you're awake," Tim said as he looked at his brother lying on the cot. "I thought I might have to have to wake you up and seeing as the last time I did that you almost took my head off."
"Tim, I've been having that dream again," Anthony told his brother as Tim turned and looked at Anthony lying on the cot staring at the ceiling.
"Again?" Tim asked looking at his brother with a worried tone in his voice. "For how long now?"
Anthony got out of the cot a started making his way to his combat gear and told him, "A month now."
"Ah jeez, no wonder you tried to take my head off!" Tim exclaimed as Anthony had finished putting on his black combat uniform and helmet. "Why can't you let him go Anthony?"
"He's our father!" Anthony yelled turning to his brother and glaring into Tim's light brown eyes with his freakishly light blue eyes.
"I know Anthony," Tim said in a soft concerning voice as Anthony grabbed his combat knife, "but it has been three years now, you have to let him go."
Anthony looked at his combat knife. It didn't really look like a knife at all. It looked more like a small sword fit to a chipmunk. He took the five inch blade out revealing the black material it was made of. He checked to make sure it was sharp before putting it back into its sheath and strapping the blade to his back.
"I'm sorry Anthony, but…" Tim started but was cut off by Anthony.
"You're right. I'm the one who's sorry for yelling at you," Anthony apologized looking at his brother in full uniform and an identical sword strapped to the back of his brother.
Tim decided to change the subject, "How long has it been since you talked to Logan?"
"Six months," Anthony stated remembering his close friend. "He has probably forgotten all about me"
"I doubt that Anthony," Tim said looking into his brother's unforgettable eyes. "The guy treats you like you're his own son."
"I guess you're right," Anthony said knowing his brother was right.
"Of course I am! I'm Timothy Crawmarsh!" Tim yelled holding his arms in the air like he had just won something.
"Don't push it," Anthony said grinning at his bother's victorious gesture.
The door opened up again and Victor stepped into the room. He looked at Tim then at Anthony. He closed the door behind him and looked back at Anthony and smiled.
"God, those eyes are so fucking creepy! You got to put some sunglasses on or something!" Victor exclaimed to Anthony trying to avoid eye contact as to not see Anthony glare. "Your eyes look like the vampires' eyes in Underworld! It creeps the hell out of me!"
"Good to see you to Victor," Anthony said looking at Victor trying to shield his eyes from his.
"I thought you said that his eyes didn't bother you any more Victor," Tim said in a taunting voice.
"I know, but they seem to get a lighter blue every time I see him," Victor said now looking Anthony in the eyes.
"You know, I think your right?" Tim said who was now in Anthony's face looking into his eyes.
"Tim, to close," Anthony said pushing his brother out of his face.
"Come on boys," Victor said looking at Tim then Anthony, "fifteen minutes to the drop site, and seriously Anthony puts some sunglasses on. The two new guys are gonna be thinking your trying to suck out their souls." Victor left the room.
"Anthony," Tim said turning to Anthony, "take some time off and go see Logan."
"Okay, but I was going to do that anyway," Anthony said rolling his eyes at his brother. They both left the room to get ready for the drop. As the two put their parachutes on, Anthony could shake the feeling that for some reason this was going to be the last mission together.