*Foreword* (please excuse the extremely long time to write this. My tablet PC fucked up on me and so I had to rewrite the chapter that I had almost finished! Absolute frustration. Those who do follow this, thank you for the wait.)

Chapter 9: The Trap

Nicargua

Wolf sat in the truck, surrounded by Sandinistas. The dirt track was rough and bumpy. Wolf decided to keep his head down, in order to avoid the strange looks given by the men in the truck with him. He sat there, contemplating about what he was doing, sitting in a truck of men he didn't know, yet still wanted to be valued by them. The line of trucks screeched to a halt, the men jerking about in the trucks.

A man, bloody and in the same uniform as the Sandinistas, stood in the middle of the dirt track, limping. The driver, worried, jumped out with another soldier to help the limping Sandinista. The man eerily and slowly raised his hand, trembling. As he opened his mouth to cry for help, a bullet pierced his skull and knocked him into the dirt, limp and lifeless.

In an instant, the men flooded out of their trucks to investigate the body. The driver, scared, ran onto the radio to call for backup on this brutal situation. Wolf gazed into the deep jungle as they men gathered and spread out, investigating the situation. After a thorough look, they decided to travel into the jungle to find where the shot came from, Wolf being pushed down with them. He pushed his hair back and prepped his Type 58 rifle as they passed through the trees.

The chirping of birds and rustling of leaves filled the silence as the soldiers slowly trenched through the grass, glancing around. Suddenly, a metal clank followed by a scream echoed through the jungle, as one of the Sandinistas fell onto the ground, a bear trap crunching down on his leg. Within that cry, a group of men jumped from the bushes and opened fire. The army of the Somoza government had ambushed the group in hopes of getting the jump on them. Wolf, taken aback by this, tripped and fell onto the ground as the battle ensued. Men, shot in the head or bleeding out from other shots to the chest, collapsed near Wolf, crying in pain.
The Samoans had tried to run in to get clear shot, but were gunned down. Wolf lifted his rifle and took hip shots at them, shoring some but grazing others or missing. It wasn't long before another set of trucks came by the road. The Sandinistas backup had come, easily flanking the enemy.

Wolf got back up, clutching his rifle, gunfire going over his head, as the Sandinistas pushed the enemy back. Wolf eyes darted to a soldier, stumbling as he ran deeper into the jungle. Wolf looked back to his fellow soldiers, and without thinking, dashed after the man. Leaves and branches snapped back in Wolfs face, as he charged down through the trodden down track to chase down the man. Wolf fired off a few shots running, missing him completely, before the man disappearing into a sea of bushes. Wolf jumped through, a loud snap sounded as something wrapped around his ankle, throwing Wolf into the air. Wolf, dazed, let his hands hang as his rifle hit the ground.

Wolf snapped back into reality as the tall grass rustled near him. He pulled a knife in a frenzy, and quickly swung upwards to cut the rope of the snare trap. The rope snapped midway and Wolf yelped as he hit the ground with a loud thud. Wolf, winded, crawled along the ground and lunged for his rifle, but a foot stomped onto it, stopping him. Wolf looked up to see the man he was chasing, his own rifle in hand. He grinned wryly as the rifles barrel was pointed at Wolfs face. Wolf tensed up, waiting for his death…

Bang.

The man went back as blood spurted from his chest and collided with the ground. Wolf looked up to see a Sandinista, scruffy and young, going to him and picking him up. Wolf dusted himself off and wiped the dirt off his face.

"Estas bien?" the man said, after setting Wolf up.

"…sorry?"

"Oh you speak English. You must be that new one. Glad we didn't lose you that quickly to those…' canallas'. Anyway, the backups here. I'm Duvan, Duvan Luna. What's yours?"

"…Sam…"

"It's nice to meet you. Come on, we're on the upper hand."

Wolf picked up his rifle and ran with Duvan to the rest of the group as he heard the battle in the distance. Bang, bang….

Bang Bang Bang

Wolf jerked awake in his bed, hearing loud banging on his bulkhead door. He jumped up and ran to the door, opening it up and seeing Viper, panting heavily.

"Finally you answered…"

"Viper? What's wrong?"

"...We…we found him…."

"What? Who? What are you talking about?"

"…Florian…"

August 8, 1981, Ecuador

The screams and yells of men and women filled the jungle as the soldiers hushed them in the convoy of trucks. Claudio sat in the front of the trucks, as soldier wrapped around the convoy on the dirt road. Claudio stuck his head out the window and yelled to his men to keep to the road. He sat back and sighed, pulling out some photos. One was Kraus, sitting in the wrecked jeep, riddled with bullets. Then Alvaro, laying on the floor, a hole in his head. The final picture was the old tiger squadron. "What the hell happened…" Claudio thought to himself "Kraus dead, Quan disappears, and now Alvaro… this is all-"

Bang.

Claudio's thought was broken as one of his men came crashing down. Startled, He jumped out of the truck and stood there, looking at the body. Fearful, he called to his men to look around and investigate. The soldiers steadily spread across the field, searching for the shooter. Suddenly, something flew across and landed by a soldier's foot. Before the man cried for help, the grenade went off, knocking men back. Widow called out "Move, Move!" as Shark, Hound, Wolf, and other men from LD opened fire on the men.

Shark strafed across the field, blasting buckshot as Hound beat down a soldier. Widow stood her ground, firing off round after round. Raven, who fired the first shot, gave support fire from above with his bolt action rifle. Wolf hid behind a truck firing off shots as he noticed Florian run down into the jungle, déjà vu coming back to him. Without a second thought, he chased after him, as the battle continued. The branches snapped back as they ran through the trees. Claudio jumped through as sea of bushes. Wolf, determined jumped through the bushes and raises his rifle, pointed at his head. He hesitated, Claudio running as fast as he could. Wolf finally pointed down and fired, shooting Claudio in the legs. Claudio tripped and fell, he clutched his legs as Wolf came up to him, rifle in his face.

"It's over Claudio."

"You fucker… what do you hope to accomplish?"

"Fixing what you did to us and others… peddling drugs then human trafficking…do you even know what he's even doing."

"Do you even know? Hey… you act like you know everything, like you know what's right!"

"Well if that's the facts… why would the commander needing nukes be the right thing? Is that's what's going on with war child?!"

Silence filled the jungle for a few moments as they stared at each other.

"…Pffff hahahahaha!" Claudio clutch his chest as he laughed, Wolf getting angrier. "Hehehe…. You think war child is a nuke? Hahaha!"

"But Quan said…lt was the 'ultimate force on earth'…"

"What make you think that was a nuke?" he kept laughing as Wolf turned away, his whole body tensing up.

"Hehe…you killed Shao…. And Alvaro, didn't you?"

Wolf stayed silent.

"Our lives…they just become pieces in someone else game….i barely know what goes on with him… and neither do you. There's so little of us left… and for us to blindly follow as the rugs pulled from under us…"

Wolf could barely listen, his rage filled him up to the brim, his body in so much pain. Blood dripping from his eye again.

"I know what you're going to do… just get it done…. Kill me… break me from this game."

Instincts kicked in.

Wolf turned to him, a blank angry look in his face. Silently, he walked to him, drawing his knife. Claudio looked up as he over him. Fear began to fill his eyes as Wolf jumped on him and sank his blade in. Wolf get stabbing him, blood shooting out of Claudio's chest and neck, his screams turning into lifeless gargles. Blood sprayed onto Wolf's face.

Wolf regained his senses, his bloodlust leaving his body with every breath. He looked at his actions, as Claudio laid there lifeless. He stood up, looking over him with sad eyes. Wolf jerked beck and looked behind him, hearing rustling of the leaves.

"Wolf! We-"

Widow and the rest of the group stopped in their tracks as they saw Wolf covered in blood, standing over the body. Wolf stared back at them, with the same sad look. Raven came behind them, making his way to his friend. He looked at the body and then at Wolf. Silently, Wolf walked over to Raven, and stood beside him. He turned to him and whispered into his ear:

"War child isn't a nuke…."

Wolf walked off, bumping into other people. Ravens expression changed from blank to shock, as he ran to Wolf. The rest just looked at them, as they went back to clean the mess.

A week later…

Raven walked out of Widows room, breathing in the cold air as he looked over the horizon. He adjusted the strap on his mechanical eye as widow stepped behind him, patting his shoulder.

"Thanks for stopping by Cyclops."

"Thanks for the cheap whiskey maneater."

She frowned and went into a huff "Why do you keep calling that!?"

He smirked "Your codename of course! And what I saw you with goose."

"What!? Theres nothing between me and goose."

"Uhuh, sure."

"Oh shut up!" she called as she hit him in the shoulder. Raven chuckled, before frowning again and looking out to see.

"Something wrong?"

"…Wolf's isolating himself again…I wish he didn't do that."

"Hey, don't worry. I've seen him do this kinda thing…but he always pulls out." She held his hand smiling. Raven frown went up a bit.

"Yeah…thanks Widow."

"Anytime raven." The whirring of the helicopter rotors got louder as it flew overhead. Ravens radio crackled. It was Wolf.

"Hey, Raven, come to the helipad. I need you for a second." Raven looked over to Widow. "Go on, I'm not stopping you." She replied, wolf waved goodbye ad went to the helipad. As the helicopter landed, the doors slid open to see Wolf smiling.

"Whatcha need?"

"Need you to come with me, wanna show you something."

"What?"
"You'll see…"

Nicaragua

They both jumped off the chopper as it pulled up again. Before it pulled off it dropped its cargo. Wolf's bike, but this time it was loaded up. It had two large bags on its back, loaded up with guns and ammo, even a rocket launcher strapped to it. It was connected to a sidecar. Raven looked at him unamused.

"You took me on a three-hour helicopter ride for a bike?"

"No, this isn't it. Get in the car."

Raven slotted himself in the car, as Wolf kicked on the starter. They rode fast, the wind going at an incredible speed. They finally reached a base, by Lake Nicaragua. It was massive, with multiple hangars. They got off and walked in, the people seeming to know Wolf. Wolf smiled as he saw a familiar face, though older, he still had that scruffy face.

"It's been a long time, Duvan." Wolf called out. The man, moving boxes, stopped in his tracks. He turned at looked at him.

"…Sam?"

To be continued.