May 2nd 1990 India Pakistan border 2135
Fullisades of gunfire peppered a rocky valley as SAS members darted for cover. A simple training exercise alongside India’s army had been ambushed by what were assumed to be Pakistani fighters. They bore no color or uniform but they were heavily armed and had the advantage of high ground. Light machine gun fire set the tempo to a familiar dance suppress flank, suppress flank. These boys were set up perfectly one of S.A.S. members tried to summon a wisp for aerial support only to get shredded by sniper fire. The men started to come to the realization that none of them were getting out of this alive. Suddenly the forest lit up, fire devouring scores of militants, shouts in Pakistani went up as another group of militants were frozen solid. Bursts of controlled gunfire turned frozen statues of men into chunks of meat, a solitary figure stepped out into the open, face mostly veiled but swathed with what looked like war paint. “Seems you’re all in a spot of bother” he said “sorry about your loss leftenent but it was just bad luck you came across this lot, tend to your wounded and leg it back to base.” The men, grateful for the assistance did as bade without question, though they’d likely sing a different tune if they knew the truth, they were bait to lure out a group of militants that had plagued Pakistan and India for months. As the men wandered off into the mist their savior codenamed Pitbull radioed to base “that’s the last of them command casualties were in acceptable ranges but that should be the last of the militants. Can’t believe the stupid bastards fell for the same trick five times…”

Pitbull belongs to  gurlow
art by  deyvarah