So, lets skip forward a week. Ill sum it up for you, we got together supplies and I worked with the AWSM. So, it was boring so what? It would all pay off in the end.
“So, here we are.” Conor said, “Lets find this McAlister, he’s the one were supposed to speak with.”
We were in Afghanistan, U.S Marines and Army rangers were everywhere. The base was known as Zeda, a forward command base to assist in Ops involving the apprehension or elimination of HVTs. Today, they would play a supporting role. Mohammad was under the protection of Pakistan's government and as such, they couldn’t touch him and it would take to long to get the “official” approval of the United States government. So, that’s why we were here, take him out and the world would be none the wiser.
McAlister was an easy man to find. “Sergent Major Jaymez McAlister, I presume?” Conor said to the large man in front of us. “We are the PMCs sent by Mr. Blue.”
“Ahhh. Good. Follow me.” he said.
It was over 100 out, but nobody really seemed to mind. That or, they didn’t want to show it. Anyways, we followed him to a large landing pad set up. At the back of which, was a large tent. We step inside of it and found a command center alive with activity.
“Welcome to the hub.” Jaymez said, “This is where we will be providing you with intel from. We have been planing this for weeks, and we think you are just the squad for the job. I read your files, you think the new kid can handle himself?”
“Trust him with my life sir.”
“Good. Now, Ill have Anders bring you to the chopper. ANDERS!”
A soilder ran over to us. “Yes sir?” he didn’t have a strong voice.
“Anders, you and Franko show them the chopper and the C130. Got it?”
“Yes sir.” he said with a salute. “Follow me please.” he said to us as he stepped out.
We saw the chopper at the back of the runway, it looked like a heavially modified Russian MI-8T converted into a large gunship. As soon as we stepped inside I saw the miniguns. Each of the large doors had 2 7.62mm 8 barled cannons capable of sending out 6000 RPM at the enemy. On the wall was an M32 MGL 40 mm 6 shot grenade launcher loaded with chemical rounds meant for opening up an LZ. Overall, an impressive tool.
“Okay, now I need to speak with Ace, Conor, and Evan. The rest of you are to return to the camp until 0400 hours.”
The three of us walked up to the young Marine. “Okay, at 0300 hours you three are to jump from one of our C-130s over the target’s hideout. Evan will be the first one to jump, and from there you will move to the ridgeline. After you radio that you are in position radio us than Ace and Conor will make the jump 2 clicks North and will infiltrate the compound, Evan will providing overwatch from the ridge with the suppressed rifle you brought with you. Takeing out the sniper will be your fist objective, followed by making sure any guards that you safley can without attracting any attention. Once the charges are blown the 455 will be en-rout, so you're going to have to hold out for a little. After that, Troy and Parker will get off and Rosa will provide fire from above and take out any reinforcements that arrive. After the intel is collected the chopper lands, and you leave. Understood?”
“Yah, yah do.” Conor said
“Well, this isn’t going to be easy.” I said.
“Never is kid, it never is.” was Conor’s response.
Skip forward a couple of hours and we still had a while to wait, 8 PM, dinner. We were at the back of the mess hall, siting, eating, keeping to ourselves, when some hotshot Rangers decided to tell us what they thought about us. And about Rosa. Three big Rangers walked over to us, PVT 1st Rodriguez, Specialist Moralas, and finally, 1st Sergent Roco Johnson.
“Hey honey,” Moralas said to Rosa, “how you feelin some “privet time” with a real hero, not this freakshow?”
“Yah baby, how you get caught up with these fools,” Johnson said indicating us, “seriously, how young is that kid, like 12 or something?”
“Fuck you.” I said to Johnson.
“Oh big man, using big words, comon kid, you no fighter, what you do, fix cars of something?” Rodriguez said with a laugh, “I mean comon, you even got a gun?”
I pulled the AMT out of its holster and I put it on the table.
“Yah, I carry that monster, but I don’t need it to kick some pretty boy’s ass.”
“YAH WELL FUCK YOU PUTA!” Rodriguez said as he swung his K-bar at me.
I slid the stool I was sitting on backwards to avoid it, sending me down. My squadmates held down the other Rangers, this was my fight, no help. As I jumped up from the ground with my fists up as the Ranger took another swing with his knife, I ducked down and let his arm pass over my head, than I pushed mu shoulder into the table in front of me, an 8 foot table, rather solid, and I came up with the table and threw it into his gut, causing him to drop his knife. I let the table hit the ground with the Ranger next to it, I saw the knife on the ground and picked it up, a nice trophy, as the Ranger got up. With my .45. I thought fast, as I saw everyone beginning to draw on the man, I threw the knife at his chest as a shot rang out, and as a bullet passed close enough to my head I felt it skim my left temple.
The knife hit with some serious force, enough to knock him back a bit, and drop my gun to the ground. After the dust settled I saw what had happened, he was dead, K-bar pierced his heart. My first kill was against some testosterone infused meat headed Ranger with a serious anger problem. And you know what? I didn’t lose any sleep over it, I just grabbed my .45, and walked out of the tent. Still a while until we had to make the jump, better get some sleep first.