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The Unholy Crusade





The Continual Thunder of a black hawks blades rotated in the mountainside air, as the large aircraft waltzed through the wind and rain of a Transylvanian storm. Inside the Troop compartment sat Four men, each Armed with a combat shotgun, and customised versions of M16 Machine gun's. They sat in complete silence, having been briefed earlier, The shadows of the outside world passing through the confined space via the helicopters windows.

John Wulfe, A recent recruit had only just signed up two months ago, His breath caught in his throat as he pondered his first ever mission. His eyes darted around the compact space, Easily able to seat more than the four men, However the military was short on infantry right now, and men were scarce. Would he even survive this one? His breath caught in his throat, as his brow plastered with sweat, Which trickled down his pale gaunt features and across his clean shaven jaw.

One of the men sat astride him noticed his tight and panicked posture and gave him a rough nudge. "Sonny-Jim, Got's Ye-self a name?" John looked up, In taking breath, more from the shock of someone talking in the long dim silence more than anything. "Y-eah, Private John Wulfe... Sir." Within seconds the cramped space filled with laughter as the new recruit frowned in confusion. "Well, Private Jonnie Sir! Keep in mind were a unit, you don't have to waste that s**t-talk On us since were not your superiors." He gave him a rough pat on the back sending the eighteen year old sprawling forward.

The other two men sat across from them smirked at him as he grabbed at his gun, which had slid across the grated steel floor and jammed it sideways into his grip and climbed back onto the bench. He piped up. "So who are you guys?" The First who had mocked him put a clenched fist to his chest in a sign of salute. "Mitch, Ma' mates call me Mitch'ie though." John looked up expectantly to the other two guys across the vehicle as they grunted their names. "Si" He didn't even bother to look up, and John just assumed that it was just a nickname for the man. The final guy cracked his neck and looked up, Giving a casual deep toned "Call me Grey."

Mitch began talking in a hushed sped tone, "As i sai' boyo's I got all you runts here on Noob Duty. Dont try to be a ********' hero, You'll Just ******** it up, Save That for when you know what your doing, You bitches re-call, Its a Snatch and grab. Somethin' to do with Illegal experimentation, But the bastards wont tell us more. 'Nuff Said, So you ******** cunts remember, we go in, snatch the scientist and ******** off before any shitbag even knows we were there. Its low profile. Remember if those Transylvanian bastards knew 'nythin about this, The U.S Goverment are Provoking war. Got it?"

A loud call of "Affirmative" Filled the Black Hawk as Everyone replied. John just sat there with a look of awe and disbelief on his face. "Your dumping me on this mission and i've just done ******** training!" Mitch snapped back immediately. "I don't give a ******** if your the lord of Fairy town. Your here, were doing this. If you answer back to me like that again ill push you out the ******** helicopter."

John just sat there with his mouth hanging open. Clearly in shock, He didn't think the military was this harsh, And he thought his corporal was bad. Within minutes the blades began to decelerate, the whining of steel against air decreasing as the chopper sunk toward the ground stealthily, Using the tree's as cover. The pilot clearly knew what he was doing, his flying was cocky, yet precise, as he was missing tree branches by mere inches, The Landing bars only several feet above the uneven rocky terrain. John Was gripping his bench tightly with white knuckles, for fear of being tossed around the chopper at high speeds like a rag doll in a tornado. The clearly experienced three were watching him intently, in a laid back casual way, as they snorted quietly with laughter at his reaction to the vehicle.


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