Chapter 5: Killing the Terror

~Three Years Later~

"Mogadishu, Somalia… a criminal hotspot that was unbelievably even more crime ridden and poorer than my old shitty neighborhood in Chinatown."

"The year was 1993, and I had been with Delta Force for a little over three years. I'd been in country for no more than a couple months now. I was 24, basically the youngest in the Unit."

We see the war ridden streets of Somalia. A slideshow of little kids with AKs and the locals all suffering from either gunshot wounds or just from the blood-filled air.

"Yeah… good ol'Southern Africa, the dream of any soldier they said. Sure, they said the same thing about Vietnam and look how that turned out. But I wasn't here to enjoy the sights or get syphilis from an anorexic, Somali whore. No… I was here for something much more dangerous."

"After joining the Delta it wasn't long before some of the guys in my squad started asking me about Saudi Arabia, or how long it took for those hajji fucks to burn. I mostly just told them that they died the same way swines die when u cook em alive; Screaming like a bunch of pigs."

"Operation Gothic Serpent, that was the name of our mission. Basically… the United States Government got word that a high-ranking officer of Al Qaeda, Al Shabaab, was in Southern Africa running guns, and drugs throughout the country. And our informants in the local militia told us that his entire base of operations was right here."

"I got to admit it was no surprise to me really, it was basically the same thing Uncle Lee had thought of when he chose the Sun Yee On's base of operations in Chinatown. 'No one would look twice at criminals doing business in a town of criminals' he said."

"So when the US found this out the President immediately deployed us Delta boys down here to try and figure out exactly where Al Shabaab was and either capture him and turn him over for questioning, or… terminate his command… with extreme… prejudice."

The seen switches to the US Army military base on the outskirts of the Somali desert. Rock is sitting at a table smoking while cleaning his pistol. Then a Delta operator shouts, "Hey Okajima," Rock looks over "come and tell us that story again."

Rock lazily gets up and says, "Come on guys, again I already told you a million times" said Rock. "Yeah but tell us the part about how you snuck into it and went full Rambo on those hajjis' said on operator, "Yeah come on First Sergeant, tell us" said another operator. (SIGH)" Fine but this is the last time" said Rock.

"Ten-HUT, General on deck" shouted one of the Lieutenants. Rock and the other Delta operators and Rangers from the 75th Ranger Regiment quickly stood up and saluted the General that was now on the scene.

"Alright men listen up, given what the Al Qaeda officer told us, we have determined that Al Shabaab will be meeting another Al Qaeda leader today, Rangers your job is to find his convoy in the Humvees and follow it with extreme discretion, do not… let him see you. Delta Force… You will be locating the convoy from the air with in Black Hawk helicopters. Once you locate them follow them and do not attempt any sort of extradition without meeting up with Rangers first. Is that UNDERSTOOD!"

"SIR YES SIR" shouted everyone understanding the orders.

"Alright move out men" with that the general left and Rock quickly ran towards his gear and equipment. He put on his bullet proof vest, his helmet, and grabbed his standard issue Colt Model 727 rifle. He quickly got onto the helipad and boarded one of the Black Hawks as ordered. With that the Black Hawk lifted into the air and flew off.

~30 Minutes Later~

"While we arriving to our checkpoint I made sure to do some last-minute equipment check. I made sure that my comms were working, my rifle wasn't gonna jam on me, and that I packed extra ammo incase the shit got too hot."

"Man I'm nervous" said an operator sitting next to Rock. "Why, it's not like you haven't been shot at before" Rock responded plainly. "Yeah but… how can you be so calm… your new to this shit right? So how can you keep a straight" asked the operator. "Well it's not that different from what I've been doing before. The only difference is all this top-secret bullshit" Rock responded back.

"You were in the Marines, right?" asked the operator sitting across from him. "Yeah, I was." Rock answered. "That's pretty damn impressive you know, not a lot of Marines in the Unit. Hell… most of us come from the Rangers or SEALs" said the operator. "Yeah well, I guess they thought I was so fucking good at my job that they thought I deserved a raise. Seriously… what we're getting paid is just criminal" Rock answered sarcastically.

Rock mentally laughed to himself at the irony that not long ago, he was a criminal in New York and he was complaining about getting too much money. Eventually the pilot alerted them that they were coming up on the convoy. But it wasn't what they were worried about. After many helicopter flights in his time in Somalia Rock had learned that these people weren't afraid of shooting at US Military helicopters, and that some of them had rocket launchers. So Rock and the other delta operators kept their eyes glued to the ground until.

"RPG-(BOOM)" their helicopter got hit in the tail rotor by an RPG and as they crashed into the ground everything went black. Rock thankfully woke up and was met with a powerful wave of pain. As he scrambled to get out of his seat he noticed that the three other operators with him were dead.

"Shit" said Rock. "Hey" Rock heard someone talk and saw that the pilot was, thankfully still alive, "Hey you still alive" said the pilot. "Yeah I think so" answered Rock, "Listen, you gotta get me outta here I can't feel my legs" Rock scrambled to get out of the helicopter and made to the pilot side door and opened.

"When I opened that door I saw that part of the dashboard was sticking into his leg. So, I carefully took it out and dragged the pilot out. We managed to get inside this clinic. Thank God for that any longer and he would've bled out. I got on my comms and I call HQ."

"Mayday Mayday, this is Ninja Three Three I report, we have been hit by an RPG and we are on the ground, I repeat we have a Black… Hawk… Down!"