''Tango-'' ''Got em.'' ''Jesus, Mr. Speed demon over here!'' ''Ha, am I too fast, or are you too slow?'' ''...Nah, you're too fast. Shit, I think his mate saw him...'' ''Here, I think I can get this shot off...'' ''...Fuck! Too late, time to run!'' ''Keep your head low till we hit the tree li-'' The spotter was struck by a sniper bullet, coming from the enemy camp. ''Daniels? Daniels! Shit!'' Richard threw Daniels over his shoulder and ran at marathon speed towards the forest. He could practically feel the bullets hitting off next to him. The sirens could be heard even from 200 yards away. Richard didn't know if it was because it was so loud, or it was what his brain was telling him. He hit the trees and sunk into the forest. After about 100 feet into the forest, Richard found a opening that he and Daniels could be picked up in. Rich used his radio. ''I need a, uh...I-'' ''Repeat that, Over!'' ''I...I need a Casevac and fucking fast! He's bleeding out over here! The coordinates are...'' He heard a rustling in the bushes. ''G-give it to me...'' Richard handed Daniels the radio and he gave the commander the coordinates. Richard grabbed Daniels and both of them sunk into the darkness of the forest. A patrol unit, no doubt looking for them, came into the opening. About five men. Richard pulled out his Pistol, complete with a suppressor, and took aim. Richard aimed, with the pistol in one hand and rifle in the other. He knew it would be a bitch on his arm, but they would no doubt see them. And he figured he could rack up some more kills before the evac came. He pulled both triggers at the same time.

I protected Sam from the rock by putting my body in front of her's. It fucking hurts, but I can take it. She's definitely unconscious, and if I don't get to shore, I will be too. I mustered up whatever strength I had and reached out and dug my hands into the ground next to the river. I swung us both up onto the ground. I'm fucking exhausted now... ''S- *cough* Sam...'' I shook Sam as hard as I could, and miraculously, she stirred. ''Vincent...'' Gunfire rang out above us. The stream had taken us about 150 feet, but I could still see the bridge. No...Are they fucking giving up?! I saw Jimmy kneeling next to the car door with Kenny behind him. Three men, I couldn't really make out, came up to them. They forced them onto the ground, and checked the trun- Oh shit. Gunfire rang out again, and I knew exactly who they killed. In about...3 days? Sam's entire family got slaughtered, besides one. Eh, not as bad as me. ''Vince...'' I heard Sam mutter weakly. ''Sam?'' She didn't answer, or move. All of a sudden, she started coughing and wheezing very badly. ''*COUGH* *COUGH*'' ''Sam!'' She coughed once more, then passed out. ''Hey! Over there!'' I looked back to the bridge in time to see some motherfucker pointing and yelling at me. Well, shit. ''Sam! Sam!'' She stirred a little. ''My...Chest...'' She probably broke a rib. What did my old coach used to say? ''Hey, fuck face! You gonna lay there and act like a pussy? Just take some fucking Advil and Tylenol and you'll be fit as a fucking fiddle! Come on, practice is over. Go home, asshole.'' Ah, I loved that guy.

''Sam, be careful.'' I got up, and pulled Sam over my shoulder. ''AH!'' Sam cried out. ''I heard that, follow me!'' Well, fuck. I carefully move into the thick forest, making sure to stay crouched. Do I have a gun with me? Yes! The biker's Uzi! 17 bullets. Not bad. ''Give me this...'' What the hell? Sam grabbed the Uzi from my hand. ''Just, *cough* keep going...'' I don't know what the hell she's thinking. If I headed right enough, I'll probably make it back to the bridge. The problem was the gun-toting hicks in my way. ''I...See them...Put my arm up.'' Okay... I pushed her arm up, so she was aiming gangster style. You know this might not be good for my ears- *RATATATATATA* Well, okay! R.I.P My fucking ears. ''Got...Got some.'' ''Marcus! Johnny! Jacob, over there!'' ''I'm...Out.'' She dropped the gun harmlessly on the ground. Time to knuckle up. I carefully placed Sam on the ground, and move right hiding from the guys. They passed my hiding spot, about 3 guys, and that was my time. I jumped out, grabbing the guy from behind, and used his own gun to kill his friend. Unfortunately, the guy ahead heard me jump out, and ducked into the bushes before I could fire. Not to mention, shooting a gun with one hand fucking hurts. I ducked down immediately. ''Where ya hidin, boy?'' Ugh, another one of these country bastards. ''I think you'll like what I found!'' He came out of the bushes. With Sam. She looked extremely weak, like she could barely stand. ''Well, ain't this a predicament?" I stepped out of the bush, gun trained. ''It is looking dim. But not for me.'' He laughed. It was really forced, I felt weird just listening to it. ''How do you figure that?'' ''Well, consider the fact that you should always be checking your pistol holster.'' He looked down, but was stopped by Sam, pointing the barrel in his face. ''You...probably didn't think I was fast enough for that, huh? Ha...Ha...'' He looked like he'd been caught red handed with the murder weapon. ''Alright. I surrender. No need to go shootin anybody!'' He dropped his AK. I walked over. And shot him in the knee.

''Rich...Remember...Never leave your comrade. And if someone betters you, or helps you...You owe them.'' Daniels was put into the chopper. ''Never fucking forget! Don't leave another man behind!'' ''I...I promise.'' One of the soldiers came up to him. ''We should be taking you back, but the higher ups want you to take out a base. Classified shit, but only some scientists. Only a couple soldiers. Good luck.'' He watched as they all hopped in, and flew to safety.

''Fuck! Fuck you!'' ''Where are my friends?'' He didn't say anything. Just looked down. ''Maybe you didn't hear me. Where are my FUCKING FRIENDS?!'' He looked up with a smile on his face. ''What's so funny?'' ''Vinz!'' I turned aro-

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What the fuck was that... ''Open your eyes, please.'' I opened them, and I was in a room. A nice one, kinda looked like an unfurnished room in a house. I tried to move my hands, but along with my legs, they were tied to the chair. Two times in one day? Jesus. I looked where the voice had come from, and saw a fifty something man in a black suit, with glasses. He had jet black hair, and was cleaning a syringe. ''Now, my boss has informed me that I shall do whatever I must to get you to talk.'' He looked at me. ''Okay, pal. I've been tortured before. Untie me.'' He chuckled a bit. ''You don't see how this works, do you? I'm not torturing you...'' He walked over behind me and I turned and saw...Kenny? Tied to a chair like me. ''I'm torturing him. You see this is a wonder in medici-...Actually, you can't really call it a medicine. What it does is it cause the person injected to not feel pain. But, after it wears off...Bout 1 hour later, it all comes crashing down on them. Suicide mostly happens after.'' He injected Kenny with the shot. Kenny seemed to be unconscious, as he didn't even stir. ''For every question you answer, I don't hurt him. For every question you don't, well, the weapons get progressively worse.'' Fuck. I had to be the one to choose ANOTHER MAN'S breaking point? I mean, I got nothing to hide, right? ''Let's begin.'' He walked over and turned my chair to face Kenny. He walked over and stood beside the chair.

''What is your name?''