“We’ll go Perra’s way. Were gonna demolish this thing.” I told them. “Move outside and take up covering positions. Perra, you know what to do.”
A few seconds later, we were all outside and spread out in a circular covering formation while Perra fitted the legs of the tower with enough C4 to shoot it to the moon. After a minute Perra came running back towards everyone and me moved to a safe distance.
Perra looked at me, gave me a cocky grin and said, “Fire in the hole” and pushed the detonator. The sound was thunderous. Mini firestorms appeared at all four legs of the tower and jagged metal pieces shot in all directions. The explosion was so large it even destroyed the operations room. The night sky was lit up by Perra's work. In an instant, all that was left of that tower was a billowing cloud of black smoke and metal strewn across the clearing.
Everyone came out from their cover and stared at the blackened ground. Perra strolled up to one last pole sticking out of the ground and kicked it with his combat boot. The others nodded in favor at his work.
“All right, one objective down. Now we…” I stopped in mid sentence. The others knew why without me having to explain anything. The rumble of several jeep and transport truck engines had become a very real buzz in the background. I removed the map from my pocket and looked it over. The enemy barracks weren’t too far from here. How could I have been so stupid as to not realize they would have heard the explosion, and even if they hadn’t, the after effects of the explosion was like a flare going off saying “Hey, were right here. Come kill us.”
Before we had time to react the first wave of terrorists had arrived. They unloaded and started firing their AK-47’s wildly at us. Perra was the first to go down. One of the terrorists was either a good shot or had gotten lucky. Either way, it didn’t matter; the bullet was now lodged in Perra’s head regardless.
“Maintain constant firing and fall back!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. But it was useless; the enemy now had us surrounded. There was no way out. After only a couple minutes Winslow, Maldonado and myself were the only ones left. We had all managed to kill a fair amount of terrorists, but not enough to turn the tide of the fight were all going to die.
After another thirty seconds it was only I who was left and I had spent almost all my ammo. All I had left was a clip for my M9. One of the terrorists had managed to hit me in my right kneecap. As the bullet tore through flesh and bone I dropped my M9 and collapsed to the ground. It hurt more than anything else I had ever experienced in my life. I was now unarmed and a goner.
The terrorists had stopped firing and a new jeep had just pulled up. A man got out and slowly trudged toward me. When he got close enough, he knelt down next to me and removed his aviator sunglasses. It was Alhabid himself. He smirked at me and I spit blood in his stupid grinning face. He was taken back and suddenly very pissed off. He removed his side arm from it’s holster and pointed it at my face. I heard a bang and everything went black.
