Post by alexrider91 on Jul 23, 2009 19:04:17 GMT -5
The crisp evening wind blew softly throughout the massive woodland. The gentle, swaying movements of the trees made it seem that the land was alive, and moving to the rhythm of some unseen force. There were no sounds to be heard, other than the soft crunch of leaves being trod on. Henry Jackson, the leader of a group called the Eagles, crept slowly through the dense brush. The Eagles were a group of elite military snipers, and one of the United States most valued recon/combat teams. You couldn’t just request to join the Eagles. No, to join the Eagles you had to do something extraordinary. Henry Jackson had single handedly taken out thirty five terrorists that had taken the other members of his regiment captive. Not one of his comrades died that day. Jackson was a man that worked better alone. He was arguably the best sniper the United States had ever known. That’s why today, against the usual Eagle protocol, his partner had not come with him. It was extremely important that this mission be successful. In order to stop the delivery of a new weapon, capable of killing off a whole squadron, Jackson had to eliminate all enemies and secure the weapon for U.S examination. He felt confident that he would succeed. He pulled out his radio put it to his mouth and said, “Bravo Seven this is Eagle One. I have arrived at the ambush site. Approximately two hours to enemy engagement. Request radio silence. Over.” A few seconds later, his radio crackled, “Eagle One this is Bravo Seven. Request for radio silence granted. Good luck out there. Bravo Seven over and out.” Now all he had to do was to wait until the enemy arrived at his location. He laid back to gather his thoughts before the battle. When Henry Jackson opened his eyes, he realized he had fallen asleep. Alarmed and worried he checked his watch and realized he had only a few minutes before the enemy came into sight. He loaded his rifle and got ready for the ambush. He heard them before he saw them. Their talking, laughing and stomping was loud enough to wake the dead. They obviously didn’t think that anyone knew about this weapon transport. Jackson chuckled softly. If there was one thing he had learned in the army, it was this. Expect the unexpected and prepare for the worst. When they came into sight, he began to count them. “Twenty six.” That was all of them. He looked through his scope and prepared for the first shot.
Twenty six bodies lay still in the dirt road. It had taken a total of 1.24 minutes. The enemy didn’t have a clue what was happening. After their commander fell, lifeless, to the ground, panic erupted. They all started shooting randomly, hoping to get lucky. Jackson quickly and expertly picked off the men, who had no idea where he was shooting from. He stood up and stretched. “Bravo Seven this is Eagle One. All hostiles have been neutralized. I am approaching the box containing the weapon now. Over” “Copy that Eagle One.” Jackson arrived at the box and quickly opened it. To his surprise, it was completely empty. Had he ambushed the wrong platoon? No, he was sure this was the right one. Suddenly it dawned on him. “Bravo Seven, Bravo Seven do you read me? Over” he said into his radio. “Loud and clear Eagle One. What’s the problem? Over.” “There is no weapon, I repeat there is no weapon. It’s a trap! Request backup ASAP. Over” No sooner had he said this when he felt a searing pain is his right leg. He looked down to find a hole the size of a .50 Cal sniper bullet. He hit the ground hard and in pain. Then, impossibly, all the men he had killed earlier stood up and walked over to him. “Wha… what?” Jackson stammered. “I know you are confused Mr. Jackson.” said the enemy commander, Vladimir Stalin. “Maybe this will help you understand.” He picked up Jackson’s rifle aimed it at his comrade’s head and fired. Jackson heard the sound of the shot, but the man never even flinched. “You had blanks in your gun, Mr. Jackson.” said Vladimir. “But that’s impossible I triple checked the ammo myself!!!” screamed Jackson. “Well it seems someone replaced it.” replied Vladimir. Just then Jackson’s partner, Anthony Brown walked out from the woods. He was holding a Barrett .50 cal rifle. “You!” yelled Jackson. “Yes, me.” said Anthony. “Why?” Jackson stuttered. “Why? WHY? I was so fed up with you getting all the credit for OUR mission successes.” Anthony roared. “I am sick and tired of being the one that gets overlooked! And now my friend Vladimir is going to kill you.” he said. At the same time he shoved his finger into Jackson’s bullet wound, causing him to scream in pain. Then Vladimir put a pistol to Jacksons head. “Goodbye Jackson.” Anthony murmured. A shot rang out. “If this is death I guess it’s not so bad…” thought Jackson. But it wasn’t Vladimir’s shot that Jackson heard. Vladimir fell back and hit the ground with a bullet hole between his eyes. He would never move again. Thinking quickly, Jackson pulled out the MP7 that he kept for emergencies like this. Hoping this wouldn’t have blanks too, he aimed at Anthony and pulled the trigger. They weren’t blanks. Anthony Brown died before he hit the ground. The still hidden person that had fired the first shot quickly picked off the rest of the enemy squadron. After the last enemy fell to the dirt, ten Marines emerged from the forest. “Heard you could use some help, Eagle One.” one of the Marines said. “Yeah, thanks.” Jackson replied. “Oh man we heard the whole thing. A corrupt Eagle! This is gonna be all over the news!” exclaimed a young, ecstatic Marine, as he slung the wounded Jackson over his shoulder. “Looks like it is your turn to make the front page, Anthony.” Jackson muttered as he was carried off into the brilliant August sunset.
Twenty six bodies lay still in the dirt road. It had taken a total of 1.24 minutes. The enemy didn’t have a clue what was happening. After their commander fell, lifeless, to the ground, panic erupted. They all started shooting randomly, hoping to get lucky. Jackson quickly and expertly picked off the men, who had no idea where he was shooting from. He stood up and stretched. “Bravo Seven this is Eagle One. All hostiles have been neutralized. I am approaching the box containing the weapon now. Over” “Copy that Eagle One.” Jackson arrived at the box and quickly opened it. To his surprise, it was completely empty. Had he ambushed the wrong platoon? No, he was sure this was the right one. Suddenly it dawned on him. “Bravo Seven, Bravo Seven do you read me? Over” he said into his radio. “Loud and clear Eagle One. What’s the problem? Over.” “There is no weapon, I repeat there is no weapon. It’s a trap! Request backup ASAP. Over” No sooner had he said this when he felt a searing pain is his right leg. He looked down to find a hole the size of a .50 Cal sniper bullet. He hit the ground hard and in pain. Then, impossibly, all the men he had killed earlier stood up and walked over to him. “Wha… what?” Jackson stammered. “I know you are confused Mr. Jackson.” said the enemy commander, Vladimir Stalin. “Maybe this will help you understand.” He picked up Jackson’s rifle aimed it at his comrade’s head and fired. Jackson heard the sound of the shot, but the man never even flinched. “You had blanks in your gun, Mr. Jackson.” said Vladimir. “But that’s impossible I triple checked the ammo myself!!!” screamed Jackson. “Well it seems someone replaced it.” replied Vladimir. Just then Jackson’s partner, Anthony Brown walked out from the woods. He was holding a Barrett .50 cal rifle. “You!” yelled Jackson. “Yes, me.” said Anthony. “Why?” Jackson stuttered. “Why? WHY? I was so fed up with you getting all the credit for OUR mission successes.” Anthony roared. “I am sick and tired of being the one that gets overlooked! And now my friend Vladimir is going to kill you.” he said. At the same time he shoved his finger into Jackson’s bullet wound, causing him to scream in pain. Then Vladimir put a pistol to Jacksons head. “Goodbye Jackson.” Anthony murmured. A shot rang out. “If this is death I guess it’s not so bad…” thought Jackson. But it wasn’t Vladimir’s shot that Jackson heard. Vladimir fell back and hit the ground with a bullet hole between his eyes. He would never move again. Thinking quickly, Jackson pulled out the MP7 that he kept for emergencies like this. Hoping this wouldn’t have blanks too, he aimed at Anthony and pulled the trigger. They weren’t blanks. Anthony Brown died before he hit the ground. The still hidden person that had fired the first shot quickly picked off the rest of the enemy squadron. After the last enemy fell to the dirt, ten Marines emerged from the forest. “Heard you could use some help, Eagle One.” one of the Marines said. “Yeah, thanks.” Jackson replied. “Oh man we heard the whole thing. A corrupt Eagle! This is gonna be all over the news!” exclaimed a young, ecstatic Marine, as he slung the wounded Jackson over his shoulder. “Looks like it is your turn to make the front page, Anthony.” Jackson muttered as he was carried off into the brilliant August sunset.
- MIA chat 05/10/06 at 9:30pm
