School's in Session

"Dunn, take point," urged Foley, the ensemble of Rangers behind him, including one pale faced recruit by the name of Ramirez. "We'll Cover you."

"Hooah." said the Corporal, he hated going on point. It left you vulnerable something Dunn didn't like in the slightest. But if Foley told him to do it. it meant he had an obligation to do it even if he didn't want to. It was how the Army worked. Eventually, Dunn's mind wandered as he continued to meander through the dilapidated school searching for hostiles. He found it humorous that a two hour drive had lead to a five minute ride through town and a two minute shoot out in an elementary school. He for one didn't think all the wasted gas was worth it.

"Alright, since you can jabber this much you must be good enough to help me." said the bandaged soldier, his cigarette held between his fingers.

"Help you with what?" asked Allen, putting his BDU's on in place of his hospital gown.

"You'll see." replied the soldier with a smirk, and walked out into the desert sun.

Dunn was just about to give the all-clear when he was suddenly knocked to the ground, his vision blurry, and the taste of blood in his mouth. He looked up to see his attacker, a burly Afghan man standing over him. He keyed his radio and said in a low voice "Need backup ASAP. Repeat, need backup." Until then he was on his own.

"You've got to be kidding me." groaned Allen, already wishing he'd been stricken with more than a twenty four hour flu. The barracks that Taskforce 141 used were in shambles. Empty beer cans and food wrappers lay everywhere and MEAT WAZ HERE was scribbled on the wall. It looked more like a frat house then a military barracks. The smoking soldier approached carrying a mop and bucket, as he neared he said "Shepard want's this place spotless. You'd best be getting to that." With that the man left. Allen silently cursed the soldier's rank of Corporal and promptly got to washing.

The Afghan drew up his heavy boot in an effort to crush the Corporal's skull but instead crushed nothing as the Corporal rolled out of the way and drew his M9 handgun. However, the large man was faster then he looked and slapped away the M9 like a children's toy. As the two men continued to struggle over the dropped gun, a pale faced Ramirez arrived at the end of the hall.

Dunn shouted "Shoot the sonofabitch!"

Fear stayed the rookie's trigger leaving the Afghan free to begin crushing Dunn's windpipe. In a final act of defiance he kicked the large man in the groin, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. But the Afghan wasn't ready to give up just yet. He slammed Dunn against a cheap wooden desk, shattering it into a million pieces. Dunn rolled over just in time to see a Desert Eagle, chambered and aimed at his head. In his last moments his mind wandered once again and he realized the sad irony of the whole situation.

All through life he hated school and now he was gonna die in one.

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