"Get our asses back to shore!"
One man shouted to the boat driver, who really couldn't do anything since the engine was a smoldering wreck.
"Plhat!"
A hole appeared in another man's forehead and he toppled into the water with barely a splash.
What remained of the strike team bailed out of the boat into the lake, all except the driver.
He was trying to get a hold of base command on the radio, but a stray bullet had damaged the handset.
There was no hope, he fired a flare straight up, the flare casting an eerie red glow over everything.
"Plonk!"
Another grenade landed between the drivers feet, he vanished in a violent fireball.
The boat sank in under two minutes.
This left several men floundering in ice cold water, they started swimming for shore.
One man suddenly stopped swimming and went under.
Something had pulled him straight down.
Another screamed as a Tiger shark took his left leg clean off at the knee, blood staining the area around him instantly.
The mysterious boat across the lake was headed for the two survivors, a figure stood on the bow, holding a scoped rifle.
"Fuck it!"
One man stopped swimming and drew his pistol as the boat drew closer.
Shots rang out as the man fired as accurately as he could, utterly missing the approaching boat.
"Plhat!"
A hole appeared in his face, and he slumped down, the gun falling from lifeless fingers.
This left a single man to reach the shore, where he lay still as a stone for several minutes.
There were no more shots, the mystery boat was gone.
Dan Stevens rose to his feet, his assault rifle shaking in his hands, he had to get the Hell out of here.
The forest did not look terribly inviting, but Dan charged in anyway.
An ax took him between the shoulder blades before he could get his gun up.
Dan died with a look of terror on his face.