First Lieutenant Mark Reyes was calmly making some tea. Earl grey, as it happened. The Colonel's favourite. His tea making activities was disrupted when the radio beside him squawked.
'Control, this is Gamma One. We found Delta and Echo. They are all dead, killed by silenced weapons.'
Reyes grabbed the radio. 'Search the base immediately, Gamma one. We are putting the base on high alert. Control out.'
Reyes then switched channels to the public channel, and said, 'The base is under attack. This is not a drill. Search the base immediately. Team Bravo, you are to escort the Colonel to the LZ. Control out.'
'Roger that. Alpha out.'
'Roger that. Bravo out.'
'Roger that. Charlie out.'
Reyes didn't say any more, in case the enemy was listening in. He picked up the cup of tea and walked to the corner of the room.
'Sir,' he said. 'Unfortunately, the base has been compromised. We need to get you out of here.'
A meaty hand lined with lots of scars grabbed the teacup and the liquid inside disappeared in one gulp.
'Shit.' Said Colonel Mcmillian, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
There was a knock on the door, and Bravo One appeared. 'Sir!' he saluted. 'The heli is prepped and ready.'
Mcmillian didn't seem to have heard. 'Only one man would come here,' he rasped. 'Only one man knows who I truly am.'
'Sir,' Reyes patiently said. 'We have to - '
Suddenly, Mcmillian broke into a smile. That itself was amazing. But then he proceeded to even chuckle, a chuckle that evolved into a full blown burst of laughter.
Mcmillian fell off his chair, laughing hard, and Reyes rushed forward. 'Sir,' he said. 'We must go.'
'Yeah, yeah, whatever,' chuckled Mcmillian. Bravo One tried to keep his face composed as he and Reyes led the Colonel out the door.
1-55 heard the words on his stolen radio, and clenched his fist. 'We're running out of time,' he growled.
'Again - '
'We gotta get to Mcmillian before he escapes - ' 1-55 suddenly spotted one, then two, then three guards emerging from a warehouse.
'Move!' he hissed, ducking into another warehouse. The pair retreated to the farthest corner of the building, and they stayed absolutely quiet.
They heard voices.
'Alpha Two, take the left flank.'
'Into that warehouse. Alpha Five, take point.'
O3 quietly switched to his P90. It looked like they might have to engage.
A guard entered the warehouse. Then another one. Then two more, and two more after that.
'Spread out. Flashlights on. Alpha Two, move up. Alpha Six, take his place. Stay frosty.'
'Shit, shit, shit!' cursed O3.
1-55 cradled his own P90. They were well concealed in the darkness of the warehouse, but the guards would search the warehouse thoroughly. There would be no escape.
'Get ready,' he whispered to O3.
Suddenly a flashlight blinded 1-55's face. 'They're here!' he heard a guards voice call.
'OPEN FIRE!' roared 1-55, shredding the guard to pieces with his P90. O3 did likewise, pumping the trigger, in short sharp bursts. The warehouse was lit up by wildly strobing lights, seven guns firing all at once. The cacophony of discharges rang heavily in 1-55's ears.
'FUCK YOU!' yelled 1-55, spraying his P90 left and right. A bullet tore through his hip. 1-55 overcame the pain, continued firing. One, two, three men jerked backwards, fell onto the ground, writhed in their death throes.
He stopped to reload, and ducked behind an empty can. He finished and peered round at the warehouse. It was deathly silent.
Six bodies lay on the floor. Six guards had come in. Everyone had been eliminated.
'Come on,' 1-55 said. 'Mcmillian's gonna get away!'
O3 didn't reply.
1-55 looked beside him. O3 was lying on the ground. The front of his shirt was reddened. But his chest was still rising, he was still alive.
'Goodbye, O3,' 1-55 said. O3 tried to speak. But his mouth was full of blood. All that came out was 'umm, mmm.'
1-55 placed a teddy bear gently next to O3. As a form of compensation, of course. Then, without hesitation, he sprinted out of the warehouse, leaving O3 to his fate.
Reyes saw the chopper in the distance. 'Don't worry, sir,' he shouted over the whirring of the blades. 'You'll make it!'
Mcmillian's only response was to chuckle again. Although this was very odd indeed, Reyes had seen odder things on the battlefield, and he didn't care anyway. They ran up to the helicopter, Bravo team covering their backs.
'Okay sir,' Reyes said, watching Mcmillian get into the chopper, 'You're safe now.'
Then one of the guards fell to the ground.
'What - sniper!' yelled Bravo One sprinting to cover. Not fast enough. His head exploded and his body crumpled.
'He's here,' Mcmillian said, and then suddenly he was laughing again. 'I'm so looking forward to meeting him.'
'I'd advise you duck, sir,' Reyes replied, pushing the Colonel down. He himself drew his pistol, and surveyed the scene. Three of Bravo's men were dead. The other's were milling in confusion, trying to locate the sniper. Then another guard went down, grabbling at the wound in his chest, drowning in his own blood.
'Take off!' ordered Reyes, waving at the pilot.
'Can't. I'll need a few more seconds.' The pilot yelled, and then suddenly his head jerked back, a cloud of red formed, and he slumped down dead.
'Looks like we're in trouble, sir,' commented Reyes, ducking down as well. He switched on the radio. 'All teams, sniper targeting the helipad. Request immediate assistance.'
'Roger that. Charlie out.'
'Roger that, Gamma out.'
Reyes watched as the last Bravo man dropped dead. 'Prepare to engage, sir.'
From what he could gather, 1-55 - Mcmillian seemed to think it was him - couldn't snipe them from his position. Therefore they were safe - as long as Gamma and Charlie could arrive in time.
'Wait,' Mcmillian said. 'Tell the men to capture 1-55 alive, then bring him to me.'
'But sir - '
Reyes shrugged and relayed the Colonel's orders to Gamma and Charlie. Then they waited.
Silence. A crow swooped down and began pecking out the insides of the pilot's head.
'Where's my camera?' asked Mcmillian.
Reyes ignored him and continued waiting, his hands sweaty from gripping the pistol. All was silent again.
Then suddenly the radio squawked. 'We've got him, sir,' Gamma One said.
Reyes peeked out from the chopper. Gamma Team was there all right, and they were slowly leading a old man to the helipad.
'They've got him, sir,' said Reyes. 'You can do whatever you like to him now.'