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Scars of War: The Long Road Home

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Daniel fliched when Ghost touched his arm, drawing away, suddenly looking back over at her. He had been staring outwards, towards the skies. His gaze was fully locked on her face, moving not an inch as she spoke to him. His lips were still moving of course, muttering along as he almost always did. His pistol was held tight in both hands again, the death grip he had on the weapon turning his knuckles even paler. As she walked off with her reassurances, he spoke out to her, "Hide away, hide away, no blinding The Eyes."

As soon as she went up the stairs, he curled back up again, keeping his watch out the blasted, wrecked wall. His gaze however was never towards the ground, but always toward the sky. He stayed up with Parker all through the shift. The man barely blinked, and everytime he did, his muttering got more agitated for half a second. This continued as the hours dragged onwards. He was twitching again, his finger over the trigger, never depressing it, but still twitching. There was a tick in his shoulder, causing his right arm to jimmy around almost every 3 minutes, on the minute. Just a hair off or you could set your watch to it.

"The Eyes..." he muttered again audibly, though he didn't seem to be talking to Parker, or anyone there. His pistol raised up, pointing out from his cover, towards the world outside. Just as he heard the CO's footfalls coming, ignoring him, talking to the other soldier here. Daniel seemed to nearly jump out of his skin, so badly did he startle when the first voice cut in. He whirled around, his back against what was left of the wall he was hiding behind, staring right over at Parker and Spaight. His trigger finger was twitching faster now, and his shoulder got worse, though it was still at the same intervals.

"The Eyes see us," he whispered aloud to Parker.
 
The first hour seemed to pass by rather slow. Nothing moved, noting made a sound besides the soldier's below her as they moved around and made the floor creek some. Even going as far as to pay more mind to the sensors rather then her scope. The Master Sgt. touches making her jump some one she noticed them. His reward for such things was a strong knee to the some part of his body, it seemed to get the message threw as he stopped but did not wake up.

During that third hour of watch things did not get much better, her head now resting on the end of her rifle. Eyes open and looking down the long scope to watch the movements of a pack of dogs a few blocks down the street. Not noticing that Spaight's eyes opened some before closing and going back to sleep. Her finger playing games with the trigger of her rifle.

Damn it was late, both her feet now pressed against the side of the make shift table. Her rifle still resting in that pocket of her shoulder, fingers still on the trigger, face laying close to the scope. She saw the movements on the sensors, but the alert of knowing enemies where moving closer toward them had her on edge. Or so it would seem. Making slow movements with her rifle, using its scope to look over the land scape. It was scary to her move so graceful with the large gun. Not a sound, hell it did not even look like she was breathing. She did not blink, if someone would walk up on her right now it might seem like she was asleep...maybe dead. Even when Spaight woke up, not looking up even as he tried the radio and spoke to her. In turn she would not say a thing.

What would really might bring a worry to the group would be when Spaight returned to the steeple. Again she did not answer, her movement with her rifle not as free as before. Every moment, every breath, every little detail about what she was doing seemed to be planed. Thought out. A clear sign that something was up, that she had something in her cross hairs. "I see you," the only words formed on her lips, but no words came from her mouth. Her finger on the trigger, a slow steady grip on it. However, she did not shot. She did not have a silencer on her gun anymore....not waiting to fire just yet. The sound might give away where the group was.
 
Parker felt her approach as he sat there, keeping watch over the darkness outside. From her voice, he knew it was Teyha but he didn’t turn to her to confirm it. No, his eyes stayed front and center, where they belonged, watching and waiting for anything that might be out there. “Yea, it’s Parker” he said quietly. He appreciated her unspoken offer to talk but he was on watch, whether he’d been put there or not, and he wouldn’t move from that post. Maybe another time, another day, but not now. Now, everything was to fresh in his mind and he had a job to do. Keeping his back to Teyha, he watched and waited.

Many hours later, how many he couldn’t tell you, he heard footsteps behind him and felt the displacement of air as the Master Sergeant knelt down next to him. Hearing his words, he nodded. “Yes, sir” he answered crisply. “I’ll handle it, sir.” He wasn’t entirely happy that he’d just been asked to assign watch duty by the commanding officer since that was technically his job, not to mention that he’d been “on watch” for hours now already, but he could live with it. As the leader went back up the stairs, Parker heard motion behind him and glanced over his shoulder. Angel caught his attention and when he volunteered for the next shift, Parker hesitated. Angel seemed like a good guy and, if he trusted anyone out here, it was him. “Okay but I’ll sleep here. If you see anything, wake me up immediately.” He turned towards Teyha then, seeing her still awake. “You should sleep too” he said. He smiled and nodded towards the other wall. “Over there if you would. If Angel has to wake me, I may have to come up firing and you’ll be a liability near me.”

He quickly grabbed his gear then and laid out his blanket, curling up on it. His gun stayed at his side and he used his helmet as a pillow. He was just about to close his eyes when he head Markstrom’s voice and looked over, seeing him staring at him. Parker watched him, wondering what was going on in that crazy head of his, and sighed. “Come here” he said to Markstrom. “You need to get some sleep too and if the shit hits the fan tonight, I could use the extra firepower on this wall.” He couldn’t decide if he was nuts also now, for inviting him over, but it had felt like the right thing to do. Not waiting to see if he joined him, he curled up in a ball and tried to rest.
 
Daniel waddled over towards Parker as he made his offer. He dared not stand up, keeping in a low crouch. His pistol grip relaxed slightly, held now only on his left hand. His right was being used to help him along, moving like some strange three legged beast through the darkness at Parker. He stopped, holding his three pointed stance four feet from the man. His pistol's muzzle was tapping against the ground, tapping out a steady drumbeat, slow, a tap every half second. His head cocked to the right, staring down at Parker, his eyes going a little wide. He shifted backwards, leaning until he fell back on his ass, pushing away from him with his feet and arms, scrambling back towards the wall he came from, he kept pushing even after his back hit it, pushing against the ground, scraping against the floor. His trembling mouth started to get loud, speaking in ever increasing volumes.

"You'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redead!" rambling it off faster than his tongue could even keep up, mangling it into one loud wail. Each second that passed by he was louder and louder, practically shouting now, his pistol shaking horribly as his hand refused to stay still. He tried to raise it, but could only get it halfway up. His voice cracked, unused to speaking so loudly, getting hoarse with his screaming.
 
When Spaight saw that Ghost was seeing something through her scope, he started to check the sensors and the micro-UAVs and saw nothing. Frustrated he kept searching. But when he found nothing. he leaned over and whisphered into Ghost's ear. "What do you see?" he asked softly.
 
Parker didn’t even turn to look at Teyha, giving his curt reply as he continued to stare out the window, ready for any kind of attack. Oh he worried her, even more so than Daniel, because Daniel at least was releasing some of his insanity. Parker, however, was wound tight after the death of his girlfriend, and Teyha honestly feared that anything could push him over the edge, and snap his reserve.

The commander came down, and Teyha tensed to him, still uneasy about the conversation she had overheard between him and Ghost. She didn’t say anything about it though, curled in a tight ball beside the crack in the wall until he relayed his message to Parker and left. She could tell immediately that Parker was agitated by the command, but Angel was more than ready to take watch, stirring the woman on his chest, despite his efforts not to. Teyha listened intently as they planned out their shift, before Parker turned his attention to her. “Yes sir.” She said quickly, nodding her head slightly as she started to stand and move back to the corner that had her duffel.

It was then that Daniel came down the stairs, and Parker waved him over. Teyha paused briefly, a concerned look crossing her face. The two people she feared the most in the group working at one post? Oh that left her with a bad feeling in her stomach… She watched silently as Markstorm moved forward, almost crawling as he cradled his gun with one arm. He paused, and tapped the muzzle of his gun against the ground, and Teyha jumped at the clang of metal on cement. Moments later he fell back onto his butt and started almost chanting, ‘youredeadyouredead’…. Again and again, in ever increasing volume.

“Daniel!” Teyha hissed, trying to keep her voice down as she moved forward. She stayed well out of the aim of his pistol, half raised and shaking horrible. “You’re going to give away our location! Quiet, please!” She shushed him quietly, awkwardly trying to figure out a way to help the disturbed man settle. Her hand descended lightly on his head, and she stroked him while her other hand started to slide over his mouth to muffle his hoarse screams. “Everyone here is alive Daniel, we’re alive. Stop shaking, it’s okay calm down.” She whispered into his ear, trying desperately to calm the man down.



Nadira slept peacefully against Angel, resting her head against his, her body leaning lightly against him for support. He moved slightly, cradling her to his chest, and she began to wake, quiet mumbles echoing from her lips in protest of being roused so late. But it wasn’t until she heard the frantic screaming of one of the soldiers that she bolted straight up, and moved into a low crouch, her eyes narrowing on the insane soldier as he began to scream in hoarsely. Already the young brunette was moving forward, speaking in a hushed tone to the disturbed man in an attempt to calm him. “Should we try to calm him?” Nadira asked quietly, “Or will we only scare the man further?”
 
Angel only stared at Daniel for a moment with Synical eyes. He could not bare to watch the man go Insane. We're all dead? Really? would a sane soldier every say those words Infront of a party? No. But then again they all knew he wasnt right In the head. He studys him for another minute, watching at Teyha tried to calm him down. Something wasnt really right and he could feel it.

Angel rose to his feet, placing his hand In Nadira's and pulling her with him. they walked past Daniel, Angel's eyes dead set on him untill they pass him. He took his position opposite Parker, gently crouching along with Nadira and offering her a smile, placing his hand on her cheek for a moment "Do me a big favour will you?..Stay behind me." and with that he silences himself.

Angel takes a step forward, for the first time his 2 Russian UZI's are seen as he pulls them out of Gear. He takes his cover against the wall, Nadira right behind him and Sub-machineguns In hand. "Daniel may have just given our position away.." he points upwards a moment, If you looked really carefully through the so called "window" , you could see the tip of Ghost's sniper dead set. Aiming on something, and so he points this out to everyone. "Teyha, shut up him..If Ghost cant shoot them and they spot us, we're all fucked."
 
Nadira didn't say a word as Angel rose quietly, taking her hand to pull silently behind him. She moved without any resistance, her eyes glued onto the insane soldier as he rambled over and over again. Teyha was trying to cover the man's mouth, whispering softly into his ear to calm him down. She nodded to the girl once before Angel got her attention by placing his hand gently on her cheek. "Alright." She whispered in return, and crouched behind him.

He pulled out two large guns, and gestured to her so she understood what was going on. She looked up, and could just barely see a point up high, something that didn't belong. Likely the sniper woman taking aim at enemies that might be descending upon them.

Then Nadira turned back to watch Teyha work on silencing the screaming soldier, and prayed that she was able. But watching her would do no good, so she turned back toward the window, and looked out it with Angel, watching for any incoming troops. Her fingers rested lightly on the man's back, not enough to restrict his movement, but just assure him she was there behind him.
 
She could not believe what just happened. She heard the shot go off but she did not see where it went. The mix of the sudden screaming down stares and the Master Sgt getting so close and whispering to her....well she blinked. Her shot missed. Her mouth open slightly as both hands let go of the gun letting it fall to the floor as she stood up. Both of her hands going to her head, "I missed." The sound of the gun fire was loud, being heard for at less a few blocks if not miles. And with the enemy so close it was not good. Taking it kinda hard, after all she had never missed a shot. Something she would not live down so easy.

"I fucking missed!" her lower whisper now become a loud cry, a scream of anger as she turned to look at her platoon leader. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GET SO CLOSE TO ME. I WAS TAKING A SHOT!" It was clear she blamed him some, grabbing her weapon from the ground from both hands. Another loud cry of anger leaving her lips as she stormed down the stares. A round being chambered as she did so. "I missed I Fucking Missed!" She knew she had to take the blame this time. That missed round would cost them there safety, giving away were they where. Ghost taking a good long look around the room, taking a head count and seeing where everyone was. Watching Daniel and Teyha for a minute, before moving to Parker. She knew he would have something to say, but this time she had the weapon. God help anyone that would try to touch her and calm her down.
 
For what it mattered, he didn't pull the trigger. His arm was shaking, his finger tensing, but he never pulled the trigger as the woman came in on him. His eyes were locked on Parker, he seemed not to even be aware of her as she drew close to him. When she touched the top of his head he flinched horribly, just seeing her as though for the first time. His whole body was trembling badly, his jaw dropped, his screaming stopped suddenly. His jaw still moved, trembling as though he was struggling to bring to voice what his mind was screaming out at him. His whole body was still tense under her touch, trembling hard, his eyes going so wide they seemed ready to pop right out of his skull. His trembling was dying down slowly, right until her hand clasped down over his mouth.

As soon as it came down upon his mouth, his left hand swung up and across, in a hard, straight hook that seemed to lack any of his trembling from before. He swung that pistol around, right at Teyha's ribs, his right hand pushed out against her, trying to get her away from him. He was screaming out again, "STEELNIGHTDEADLIGHT, THE EYES, THE EYES!"

As soon as he could get away from Teyha's grasp, he started to scramble with hands and feet towards the hole he had been watching out of. A second story hole, he was moving to leap out of it.
 
Teyha was struggling to calm Daniel down, her hand on his head stopped his chanting, but he still trembled horribly, shaking as he mumbled to him. "You need to be quiet, no one will hurt you... Hush now Daniel, hush..." She whispered, her hand sliding to cover his mouth in case he would start screaming again.

Oh and almost as soon as she did that it was obvious it was a bad move. Daniels attacked, his pistol caught Teyha in the ribs hard enough to knock the wind right out of her, and send a shock of pain shooting up her side. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but Daniel was already struggling to get away. One look told exactly where he was heading, and Teyha's eyes widened, did he plan to jump out the second story hole?

Teyha moved as fast as she could, one hand clutching her bruised ribs as she yanked on the man. Her eyes landed on the gun and she pulled her hand from her injury to try to pin it to the ground, all the while spinning and pulling with all the strength she could muster... Trying to get Daniel onto his back, her hand on his gun to hold it, and her other gently stroking his hair and cheek again to calm him, even if she had to use her entire body to keep him down. If nothing else, she might be able to slow him enough for others to react.
 
Frowning Spaight used one of the micro-UAVs to move down to buzz the area and jumped down the ladder, and ran down the stairs. "Fucking hell," he growled. "An Enemy soldier is in position two buildings away..."

"Angel," he said as he started to head out the ground floor. "We have to move and stay quiet... he or she knows that we're here... So they'll be looking for us. I want them captured alive if we can."
 
There was a distinct whistle that howled through the air before it finally struck a wayward car, slamming into the engine block with a high pitched -thunk-. The muzzle-flash was like a lightning bolt in the dark sky, and the six figures moved like ghosts with a better sense of direction. The sniper missed...interesting.

They had been tracking them for weeks, subtle movements and quiet steps to show them where they were heading. Rogue elements like this were common on the east coast, stray squads trying to survive. For the most part, the army had more important things to do than quell a few people carrying guns. The entire nation had guns.

But what they didn't know, was that someone was following them. Years of hard military instruction drilled into a perfect pose of stalking, he was like a wolf tracking a group of deer in his homeland. They knew where the rebels were, and that would make them more reckless. Sniper fire was always a hindrance, and they had to be as quick as possible to make it.

Alexi narrowed his brown eyes as they adjusted to the dark, his knife held in a reverse grip as he stalked behind them, stopping when they did. He had to be patient, otherwise he would be riddled with bullets before he could even make a proper move.

Move up, Dimitri, watch our back. He strained his ears to hear, there was a scuffle of footsteps and Alexi moved over the wreckage of an office building, slinking into the shadows as the man he assumed to be Dimitri turned to watch their back when they reached another safe location.

He lunged like a snake from a hiding spot, a thick arm smacked Dimitri's lips as his knife shifted and slammed into his kidney, the warmth of his blood rolling down Alexi's knife and into his fingers as Dimitri could only gasp into his arm and slump over.

He dragged the man off into the shadows carefully, and settled him into the shadows before moving forward again. One down, five to go...

These conscripts were like children, trained only in the basics. He was a hardened machine of death and killing. One that had grown weary of the Russian federation for his own reasons, the Americans would be the knife to stab into the cancer that it had become.

He was just giving them a little push in the right direction.
 
Angel's eyes darted once more towards Daniel, and Teyha. He wanted to react, he wanted to move. he knew Nadira was scared. But he couldnt leave his position. He had to protect her and cover fire for any enemy cross-fire.

"PARKER!" he yelled across, the entire room was going to hell anyway "Go help her take care of Daniel, she's a woman for crying out loud!"
Without waiting for a reply he turned, about to speak before being called by Spaight. He nodded at his orders "Yes Sir. Ill head out to locate and track Sir. Ill do my best, Sir." His speech seemed rather formal when the situation called for It, no one had ever hard him speak In order, let one like this before.

He turned behind him for a moment to look at the terrifyed Nadira. Taking a clip from his gear, he hands her one of his UZI's, and the clip aswell. "Take It, anything happens, Shoot. Dont think, just shoot." He smiles, a quickly stole a kiss from her before darting In a flash across the room. He ran towards the Window Daniel attempted to jump from, and to all shock he jumped off of It himself. However he grabbed onto a few ledges before falling, landing his perefectly safe on his feet. Hell, he was no better than a cat.

Angel takes out his Army knife, holding It In a reverse grip, another of his habits. Sprinting down the field and taking cover behind every stone he comes across. He clicks Into his radio, pressing his finger under his ear "Ghost, Give me coordinates, I cant see shit In this dark."

His body trembled, not with fear but excitment. He knew he was the only one capable of capturing the enemy, and the stealth neccessary to get to him Unseen. It was pressure, alot of pressure, but he lived for these moments.
 
Nadira's eyes were glued ahead, until she heard the muttering stop, and turned, just in time to see Teyha take a vicious blow to the side with the heavy pistol. Her eyes narrowed briefly as the man scurried towards a hole in the wall, only to have the girl struggle to stop him, her face contorted slightly in pain. Ghost and the Sergeant came down moments later, and the Sergeant started barking out commands. He told Angel to move out, ignoring the fight just a few feet away.

Nadira frowned slightly, and half rose to her feet before Angel stopped her. He pushed his gun into her hands, and smiled at her slightly, telling her to use it to defend them. She nodded, taking the unfamiliar weapon before Angel leaned forward, and without warning pressed his lips to hers.

That honestly surprised Nadira, but not as much as watching him run to the hole Teyha was desperately trying to keep Daniel from jumping out of, only to leap himself. She spun back, eyes wide as she stared out the window with the gun ready to shoot anyone who approached, becoming more and more agitated every second by the commanding officer. There he was less than ten feet from a scene were an armed and clearly mentally disturbed soldier was grappling with an unarmed teenage girl who, and he did nothing. He was not fit for command.
 
He was almost out of the hole, almost. He dove for it headlong, he was screaming indecipherable gibberish at the top of his lungs now, even compared to the usual. He felt his foot kick off, and something grab at him. Next he knew he was flipping through the air, hitting the concrete hard, knocking the air out of his lungs and rattling his teeth. The man was hyperventilating, his heart racing so hard that it felt like it was going to explode, even Tehya would be able to feel its frantic pounding through his chest just laying on top of him. His pistol forced to the side, pinned down, struggling against her.

He was lean, he didn't have much muscle left or weigth period, but he was slippery, wiggling hard, kicking at her in a wild frenzy, even trying to bite her shoulder as she came tried to calm him down. "NODEADLIGHTNOSTEELNIGHTBLINDTHEEYES!"
 
Spaight hadn't noticed that Daniel had lost it as he rushed outside to deal with the man that Ghost had missed with her sniper, if he had... He would have just shot the man in the head and been done with it. As he came around he saw Angel calling Ghost for directions to were the enemy soldier was at. He moved over and looked at him. "Up there..." he said pointing at the building. "The bastard is sitting were the sensors wouldn't find him."

Once he saw Daniels head emerge from the hole screaming he cursed. "Not fucking now!"

"Shot that fucking bastard before he gets anyone else killed," Spaight ordered over the radio. "Don't take chances... Just shot his fucking ass."
 
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Okay her CO and Angel just walked out on the mess. She felt like shit about everything was happening but it seemed there group was braking apart. Even more because it was her fault the enemy now knew where they where. Parkerwas trying his best to keep the building guarded as Angel and the Master Sgt went out to find who ever she had shot at and missed. Standing by to watch Daniel and Tehya....hearing the order to shot Daniel given by the Master Sgt.

At first it looked like she was going to do it, her gun being brought up....only for her to set it down and go for the medical bag. Taking out a needle and walking over to the two. "Hold him down okay..." her words quick but her hand quicker as she stabbed Daniel. Pushing down on the syringe and emptying it into his shoulder. It was just oxacillin, but it would knock him out with in moments. And silence the fight he was making. Helping Tehya hold him down until the drug kicked in. After that it would not take her long to get to the radio and call Angel back. They did not need to look for the guy she missed. She could give to shits about the guy she tried to shot and miss. All she knew was they had to get away from this area and fast. They did not have the man or fire power right now to take on an fully armed platoon of enemy solders.

"Now every body shut the fuck up and calm down. I know things look bad, I know I fucked up again. But right now we need to get our head out or asses. Stop running around like chickens with our heads cut off, grow a set of balls and get the hell out of doge before the enemy gets here." She would then look down at Daniel. "I'm sure Angle and Parker can carry him. Girls your going to have to pull your weight and help carry the gear. And Master Sgt....like you said before you picked me because you saw something in me. Said I was kinda like you in some ways...so right now I'm revealing you of your duties until you can thing further then your nose. Your stressed Master Sgt. I under stand so I'm going to help you out some okay. Don't like you can suck my dick and kiss my ass as we walk out the door."

Oh god she was going to be in such deep shit after this stuff calmed down, and hope to god the others would back her up and follow her orders for just this night. Hoping she knew what she was doing. "Leave anything that we can't eat or use as a weapon."
 
Angel sighed and tried to regroup himself. Following some bullshit order he was now out In the open, alone, with an entire squad heading towards his way. Again Irony has struck Its corse with him, the ONE time he followed orders he got himself In shit. Angel tightned his grip on his knife, the UZI firm In his hand as he begins to sprint from one broken piece of shit to the other. Hiding behind everything he saw, It didnt help much but he did what he could.

"Fucking damnit Ghost Im out here already, dont call me back yet, Let me just fucking kill them and get this over with, By god if she's h--..If any of you are hurt Ill take the blame weather I was following an order or not!"

He just couldnt keep quiet while the enemy approached, He knew Ghost knew what she was talking about, but he didnt want to take the chance of them catching up. One life was better than many. His ears suddenly perked as he tripped over a corpse, shocked, Angel stops for moment, examining It.

He pressed the bottom of his right ear, radioing Ghost once more. It was loud enough all along for everyone to hear every word he said "We're not fucking alone out here either. Theres a dead rebel corpse at my feet, and as far as I know, I never kill my enemys. Someone's here, Ghost." and with that he raidos out, sliding his hand through the mud and covering his face with It, blending In with everything else as he sidesteps through the broken rubbel, getting closer to whatever was out there.
 
Chaos, that was how Nadira would describe the scene in the building now. Since the mad soldier gave away their location it was nothing but insanity, but Nadira didn't move, the uzi Angel gave her raised and ready. She tried to figure out what was going on based on the sounds. Teyha and Daniel's continued to fight, him screaming in that half incoherent babble while she tried desperately to calm him. Angel was down below somewhere fighting the rebel forces, alone, and that worried Nadira more than it should have. The commanding officer... He was barely paying attention to anything at all.

Oh and Nadira was grateful for the female officer when she took command. Only then did she rise to her feet, turning to face the group. In a matter of moments she had thing almost calm, drugging the insane soldier and giving out orders that actually made a bit of sense. "Yes Ma'am." Nadira said with a quick nod, moving quickly to grab her bag, and started loading it with any rations and cooking supplied that Teyha and Parker had used earlier. Her eyes darted up to Teyha for a moment, watching as the girl wheezed slightly, clutching her ribs tightly as she struggled to her feet. No doubt bruised from fighting with Daniel, even if she could not see the bruises from under her clothes, and she even wore several large bite marks where the insane man clamped down in his desperate attempt to break free.

Angel's words broke her thinking though, and she turned to Ghost as she listened carefully. Someone was killing the rebel troops? "Reinforcements?" She questioned softly, a note of hope in her voice.
 
The voice he heard surprised him, and the men he was following. They spun on an instant, weapons raised. Alexi had little time to bring his 74 up in retaliation, the safety snapping off with an echoing tch.

Fuck.

CHCHCHCHCHCH. Light flashed across Alexi's face as his AK roared in the night, bullets slammed into a soldier in a spray of blood and screams, going down with a horrid moan of pain as he scrambled himself over the rubble, bullets nicking over his position.

He took a breath and moved to the right, he didn't need to aim. He saw the figures and squeezed his trigger, 5.45mm rounds ripped into another soldier's side in a pained scream; he didn't drop as the trio of AK's were raised and made him dance as they all scrambled into cover.

Alexi panted heavily, the empty magazine clattering off his assault rifle as he snapped a fresh one in, snapping the chamber back into battery. The one he shot didn't sound to be in pain, he must have hit a plate in his vest.

Great..who was the fucking genius being so damned loud?
 
Spaight moved forward and found were Angel had found the dead soldier and was and had sighed as he checked the body and looked around. Looking for signs of the tracks of the ones who killed the man. He saw the direction that Angel had taken off in and started to follow him, then realized he'd just draw attention to the man.

Instead he returned to find that they had not killed Daniel and sighed.

"We don't have the time, energy or resources to keep him with us." he said too Ghost. "Carrying him means we can't carry food, ammo or gear that we will need. Simply put he is dead weight. When he was able to walk and function, he was an asset we could use. Right now... Even worse than before he's nothing more than a timebomb that is waiting to go off."

"You had to use pain killers to knock him out," he said holding up the now empty vail of painkillers. "Damn it Ghost, what happens when someone get's hurt and they are in pain needing something to get them through it?"

"I'm the ranking non-commissioned officer here," he stated. "You are suppose to be my right hand, and you are suppose to help me do what is best for all of us. Getting us all back to our lines alive. Twice you've done something that has put us in danger. You want command? Do you really want command?"

"Then you have to first realize the fact that doing what's best for everyone comes first," he stated as he pointed at the men and women around them. "They are alive right now, there was three more of them just twelve hours ago. And I have to deal with the fact three people whose skills and abilities were instrumental in keeping the rest of these people alive. One of them was our medic. ANother was Parker's girlfriend. A civilian that was in our care. Right now these people are able to walk on their own power, they are able to carry their own gear and a little extra gear and supplies that the entire group needs to carry to stay functional and alive."

"That man has attacked that young woman for no reason," he said pointing from Daniel to Teyha. "That is just ONE of the many reasons to put him down. We are having to travel light here, we can't waste the time with keeping him around. He's dangerous to us more than he is to the enemy."

"I am really sorry about this happening," He said loooking at Teyha, she could tell he was truely sorry that she had been harmed. "I owe you a debt that I can't pay easily. But I will repay you for this."

"I told everyone to be keeping an eye on him," Spaight said frowning. "Because I was afraid of this. I failed at keeping everyone safe."

"Believe me I hate the idea of putting him down," he said through clentched teeth. "Fuck that. I LOATHE the idea. But I have to weigh everyone elses lives against his well being. We can't get him to a doctor anytime soon. With the way things are out there, it's going to take us almost two weeks to get back to our lines. And if we are carrying him will make it four weeks and increase our chances of being spotted by 200 percent"

"If we don't put him down," he said looking at Ghost. "We can leave him here dopped up and hope that the enemy or insurgents don't kill him when they find him. That they will take him to a damn hospital. Because in all honesty we don't have the resources to keep him with us. Because when he wakes up, he'll be just as fucked up as he was before you knocked him out. He's lost it. That's PTSD on steriods, I still don't see how he got assigned to a combat mission in his state. This just doesn't pop up suddenly like this. It takes a long time for it to get to this level."

"And you want to know what that tells me?" Spaight explained. "That his commanders just kept transfering him form one command to the next. Hoping he'd be someone elses problem. I've seen it done with really crappy soldiers, men or women who had no place in the military."

"I am able to carry the majority of communications gear, but I have to share a good deal of it with everyone else so we can carry it all." Spaight stated. "You're a sniper Ghost... Think of how you have to operate. You only carry your gun, your ammo, your gillie suit, your combat radio and a three day pack. Anything more, and you are slowed down to damn much. Think of what you would have to dump if you carried something extra. You'd have to dump your three-day pack and go without food and limit the time you could spend out in the field. Anything more than that and you'd have to drop your ghillie suit that would leave you out in the open and a target. Anything more than that you leave your radio that leaves you isolated and unable to call for a pick up, or to let the mainbody know of trouble you have discovered. Anymore and you can't carry ammo or your gun. And you become combat ineffective."

"We might not be able to stand up to a platoon at our current strength," he said looking around. "But we have enough firepower to outgun anything we can't outrun. But carrying him... We can't outrun anything. And we'll be sitting ducks. Carrying him we can't even be stealthy."

"If we carry that man with us," he said pointing at Daniel. "Then you have to come up with a way to do without tying up soldiers whose guns are needed to unleash hell if we stumble onto something. And he had better fucking be bound and gagged in a way that he WILL not draw attention to us."

"We HAVE to fly under the radar." he said looking into her eyes. "Stealth is always been a snipers best offensive weapon. Right now stealth is what we need right now. Stealth and speed. That's what we have to keep ourselves alive right now. Out running what we can't outgun. And outgunning what we can't outrun."

"I want us all to get back home alive," Spaight said sighing. "But I have to weigh all of our lives against his. Come up with a way to carry him that won't slow us down, and keep him form being a danger to us or him. And explain to her why he's not getting punished for beating the shit out of her."

((Onica said freeze it here for tonight. She will post first thing in the morning to get the plot back on track. Code:032809))
 
((Onica told me to post, bringing the RP back on track. Arc is to post after me, then Kikora. It freezes at that point until Onica can post tonight))

It went to hell in a hand basket quicker than you could spit. One minute he was resting, his back against the outer wall, and the next he heard the crazy man’s voice, chanting "You'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redead!" in an ever increasing volume. Parker shot straight up, bringing his gun up immediately, finger on the trigger and sighted on Markstrom. “Shut up you fool” he hissed. To his surprise, little Teyha got to him first and managed to shut him up. It was then he heard the shot ring out, whipping his head around and looking up through the window. Ghost’s gun was peeking over the edge, clearly having just fired. “Fuck!” he said, rolling to his feet immediately. Looking back at Markstrom, now wrestling with Teyha, he nodded. You might just be right crazy man, you might just be right. He knew that the shot had just given their location away. Before he could move to assist Teyha, Ghost entered the room from the stairs and their eyes locked immediately. Anger smoldered in his, anger for her actions up there on the roof and the jeopardy it’d put them in. Hers reflected defiance and guilt, the two warring for a hold on her emotions. His gaze drifted down to her gun, noting that it was cocked, and then back to her face. Now was not the time, he thought, not the time. Turning away from her, he moved to help Teyha but stopped almost immediately, watching the Master Sergeant run into the room, barking an order at Angel.

The soldier immediately slipped out of the building, the commander following right behind. Parker blinked, not believing what he just saw. Their position given away, one of his men having a psychotic break on the floor, and their fucking commander walks out. A growl escaped his lips before he realized it. As Nadira came to crouch by the window next to him, one of Angel’s Uzi in her hands, he nodded and turned back to the scene behind him. It was then that the call came from the Master Sergeant to shoot Markstrom, a call that Ghost took. Parker watched as Ghost raised her gun and he drew his, taking a bead on her. He’d be damned if she was going to shoot a fellow soldier in the field, direct order or no direct order. Just give me a reason, he thought. Just give me a reason. To his relief though she lowered her gun and moved, grabbing something from the medical bag and injecting it in Markstrom. He immediately went silent, slumping to the ground. As she turned to survey the room, their eyes locked again, a thought passing between them, and he lowered his weapon. It was then that she began barking commands, radioing the Master Sergeant to tell him she’d relieved him of command and ordering Angel back. A small smile played across his lips then. Now that was a decision he could support. While he really wasn’t thrilled about Ghost being in charge given how much she’d already fucked up, she was a damn sight better than the Master Sergeant in his eyes.

The Master Sergeant walked back into the building right as more shots rang out, this time outside. It sounded like a machine gun but not the normal sput, sput, sput sound an Uzi made so Parker went on alert, aware that there were more soldiers in the area now. He almost missed what the Master Sergeant was saying to Ghost but when he heard his girlfriend mentioned, he tuned in right quick. What he heard disgusted him. Here they were, in the middle of Hell, and the Master Sergeant was lecturing Ghost on the responsibilities of being a commander even though he had failed to lead them on this mission in every way possible in Parker’s eyes. Moving away from the wall, he approached the Master Sergeant, done with this bullshit. Stepping into view, he brought his pistol up, cocking it, the barrel aimed at his head. He glanced at Ghost with a small grin, knowing that if they got out of this alive, he’d have hell to answer for and yet not caring. The barrel of his gun never wavered as it aimed between the commander’s eyes. “You disgust me Spaight” he said, his expression grim. “You lecture Ghost about the responsibilities of being a leader and yet you’ve failed to do that this entire mission. Not assigning watches, telling the women to take care of the men like they are slaves, threatening to sleep with Ghost, running outside with Angel when Markstrom is having a melt down, ordering him be shot. Whatever happened to leave no man behind? These aren’t the actions of a leader, Spaight. Not in my book. You’ve been relieved of command and I support that decision…..with lethal force if necessary. Now, start packing up and prepare to haul ass before we’re overrun.” He stared at him for a few more minutes, the gun never moving. He spoke quietly to Ghost, his voice pitched so she could hear. “Markstrom weighs 90 pounds at best. We’ll bind and gag him and I’ll carry him over my shoulder and still have one hand left to fire my gun. Stealth is important so I’ll follow behind the rest of the team, give you a fighting chance to survive. I’ve lost Claire so I don’t particular care what happens to me now.” He stood there then, his gun drawn on a superior ranking officer, knowing that life for him had changed in that moment. He knew Ghost had screwed up twice, and it had cost him badly, but she’d accepted her mistakes and was doing what she could to make sure they survived. He could respect that at the very least. He glanced over at her, smiling softly, as he waited for his orders.
 
Teyha had no idea how she managed to pull it off, but somehow she got Daniel's onto his back, and held down his gun down with one hand. Any other situation, any at all, and she would never have taken this position with a man, but she was desperate. She laid flush against him, her entire body pressed to his as he struggled against her. Her knees rested on either side of his hips, giving the man just enough room to kick wildly at her, and Teyha let out small cries of pain each time his foot landed on her body.

Daniel continued to scream out, and Teyha did her best to console him. She stroked his hair as he bit at her, pulling with all his strength to escape from under her body, but she held strong, refusing to let him fall to his death out the hole in the wall. "Daniel." She called softly, petting his cheek gently. He lashed out in respond, clamping his teeth down wherever they could make contact with skin. "Daniel, come to your senses, it's just me, it's Teyha." She told him, just loudly enough for him to hear. It continued like this for several long moments until Ghost came forward, and Teyha shot her a grateful look as she struck a needle into Daniel's shoulder, and knocked him out in a matter of seconds.

Teyha struggled back to her feet, her hand returning to the deep bruise forming where Daniel's hit her with the gun. She panted softly, already feeling more bruises forming where the wild man caught her with her steel-toed boots, and droplets of blood forming on her hand and shoulder where he managed to get her with his teeth. She watched as Ghost took command of the unit, and shot a worried look at Parker, sure that he would have something to say about her leading the group. But the commander started talking first, and every word out of his mouth wound the girl’s nerves ever tighter. He had no idea what was happening down below, and when he pointed to her to rant about Daniel she nearly bit his head off. He didn’t attack her for no reason, he was having a psychotic break and Teyha was trying to keep him from leaping out a window… Did this man even attempt to understand the situation around him?

But he kept ranting, talking now about killing their teammate, callously ticking off the reasons why they should simply execute him now. And that was Teyha’s breaking point. Her eyes flashed in anger, and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could say a work, Parker moved, and much to her surprise, he put his gun right between the commander’s eyes, and supported Ghost being in control. A smile formed on Teyha’s lips, and she supported her weight against the wall for a moment. “If you want to repay me.” She said stiffly, “Then shut up and let Ghost lead.” She panted, noticing as Nadira moved forward to stand next to her, tearing thin strips of cloth from the bottom of her dress to use as a gag for Daniel. She stuffed a large wad into his mouth and used a thinner strip to secure it in place. Teyha gave the woman a small smile before turning her attention back to Spaight. “Stop talking about Daniel like he’s a dog you want to ‘put down’. He’s a soldier, one of us, and he is coming with. Now, if you’re serious about owing me any kind of a dept then you can repay it by keeping your mouth closed, and letting Ghost take command because at least she knows what is going on.”
 
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