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"Enfield five contact. Moving into engage…This is Colt-Five-Seven, I'm going in heavy! This is AWACS Quarter Back, Ross Twelve engaged… This is USS CVN-78 we need air support ASAP… Specter-Two-Seven, bailing out!" The damaged radio continued to buzz useless information.
Of all the things that annoyed me about this island, the bugs really took the prize. Not having much to do but stay low and be quite, I had spent the last few hours since we crashed devising new and interesting ways of protecting my face from the annoying mosquito menace.
"Ya know Raven, you should really just learn to deal with them," Of all the people on my squad of JTF2 stuck here, Far Cry annoyed me the most. Not wanting to start yet another engagement with him, I stopped trying to wrap my scarf around my face and brought my attention elsewhere.
The area that the four of us were hidden in was a rather small 10 by 10 meter clearing near the edge of the dense tropical forest. For some reason, on the corner of the clearing a large rock had managed to find itself tangled amongst the vines and the low lying branches of the trees.
On the rock, Captain Terrance Power, a JTF2 legend now, on the far side of 40 years old laid on his side looking out binoculars onto field that could be seen through a few holes in the green coverage. Terrance was a real mastermind. If it weren't for him we may not have even survived the crash. Beside him in the reverse position was his second in command Malice. From what I could tell she was French. She never spoke to Far Cry or me and wrote everything in either French or Russian.
"Yo Captain Terrance, I still can't contact command. Can we get a better position?"
Far Cry shouldn't have said that.
Now we were in some occupied Philippine village with twenty thousand communist Chinese soldiers trying to hunt us down. To make matters worse, I was stuck with the French girl who never talked. No matter how good a soldier she was, her old M1952 would do little against automatic Chinese weapons.
We sprinted up to the corner of the war torn street. The dust created a fog of war which limited my vision to only ten feet. At least the dust eliminated the effectiveness of enemy snipers. Malice peaked around the corner and then sat down on the sidewalk to think.
"So what now Leftenant?" I asked almost assuming she would break her creed of silence. I was proven wrong as she ignored me. So much for communication…
After a few minutes of sitting she sprinted off across the street. I pursued. Soon she darted left into and old abandoned house. I slammed the door and caught my breath. After a quick search of the old clay building I found myself a chair and slumped into the small piece of comfort. Malice leaned against the wall and checked her instrument of self defense. The M1952 was a beautiful weapon, if you can say that.
"You going to tell me how we're getting out of here?" I once again asked almost praying inwardly for the answer that would subside all my fears. With no response to my wish, panic began to rise inside me.
"How are you supposed to be a leader if I don't even know your name? Have I even heard you talk?"
I received only silence, not even recognition from the figure that seemed to linger in the shadows of the house's old and run down kitchen. The fear consumed me. In a demand to have human contact I turned to the one tactic I knew would work. That is if she actually spoke English…
"Say, what do you do with the Captain when you're alone any way?" I asked with a smirk, "I bet that's how you got that rank in the first place. Does he know that you do that to get what you want?"
Suddenly she turned around, picked me up be the neck and pinned me against the wall.
"So you want to know my name? I'm Jessica Linux. Now Raven, if you have anymore stupid question I will reply by cutting your wrists and then holding you down while you slowly die from loss of blood. Or maybe I can give you an injection of air and let you bleed internally and die a painful slow death. Do you understand?" her eyes were bloodshot but covered by eyes narrowed to slits. She had a blood curdling snarl and almost laughed at the prospect of her savage idea. Her voice was malevolent in its dark intensity "And that would be the most fun I've had in a while."
I gasped for air as she dropped me. The excitement of the moment passed and she returned to her normal emotionless self. She mumbled something in a foreign language and then moved to her post.
Of all the things that annoyed me about this island, the bugs really took the prize. Not having much to do but stay low and be quite, I had spent the last few hours since we crashed devising new and interesting ways of protecting my face from the annoying mosquito menace.
"Ya know Raven, you should really just learn to deal with them," Of all the people on my squad of JTF2 stuck here, Far Cry annoyed me the most. Not wanting to start yet another engagement with him, I stopped trying to wrap my scarf around my face and brought my attention elsewhere.
The area that the four of us were hidden in was a rather small 10 by 10 meter clearing near the edge of the dense tropical forest. For some reason, on the corner of the clearing a large rock had managed to find itself tangled amongst the vines and the low lying branches of the trees.
On the rock, Captain Terrance Power, a JTF2 legend now, on the far side of 40 years old laid on his side looking out binoculars onto field that could be seen through a few holes in the green coverage. Terrance was a real mastermind. If it weren't for him we may not have even survived the crash. Beside him in the reverse position was his second in command Malice. From what I could tell she was French. She never spoke to Far Cry or me and wrote everything in either French or Russian.
"Yo Captain Terrance, I still can't contact command. Can we get a better position?"
Far Cry shouldn't have said that.
Now we were in some occupied Philippine village with twenty thousand communist Chinese soldiers trying to hunt us down. To make matters worse, I was stuck with the French girl who never talked. No matter how good a soldier she was, her old M1952 would do little against automatic Chinese weapons.
We sprinted up to the corner of the war torn street. The dust created a fog of war which limited my vision to only ten feet. At least the dust eliminated the effectiveness of enemy snipers. Malice peaked around the corner and then sat down on the sidewalk to think.
"So what now Leftenant?" I asked almost assuming she would break her creed of silence. I was proven wrong as she ignored me. So much for communication…
After a few minutes of sitting she sprinted off across the street. I pursued. Soon she darted left into and old abandoned house. I slammed the door and caught my breath. After a quick search of the old clay building I found myself a chair and slumped into the small piece of comfort. Malice leaned against the wall and checked her instrument of self defense. The M1952 was a beautiful weapon, if you can say that.
"You going to tell me how we're getting out of here?" I once again asked almost praying inwardly for the answer that would subside all my fears. With no response to my wish, panic began to rise inside me.
"How are you supposed to be a leader if I don't even know your name? Have I even heard you talk?"
I received only silence, not even recognition from the figure that seemed to linger in the shadows of the house's old and run down kitchen. The fear consumed me. In a demand to have human contact I turned to the one tactic I knew would work. That is if she actually spoke English…
"Say, what do you do with the Captain when you're alone any way?" I asked with a smirk, "I bet that's how you got that rank in the first place. Does he know that you do that to get what you want?"
Suddenly she turned around, picked me up be the neck and pinned me against the wall.
"So you want to know my name? I'm Jessica Linux. Now Raven, if you have anymore stupid question I will reply by cutting your wrists and then holding you down while you slowly die from loss of blood. Or maybe I can give you an injection of air and let you bleed internally and die a painful slow death. Do you understand?" her eyes were bloodshot but covered by eyes narrowed to slits. She had a blood curdling snarl and almost laughed at the prospect of her savage idea. Her voice was malevolent in its dark intensity "And that would be the most fun I've had in a while."
I gasped for air as she dropped me. The excitement of the moment passed and she returned to her normal emotionless self. She mumbled something in a foreign language and then moved to her post.
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This looks like the beginning of something interesting. 
A few notes - in the first paragraph, there's the radio babbling useless information. It never appears again. Who is carrying it? Is it left behind when they run into the street? It feels a bit disjointed from the other paragraphs.
In the third paragraph, "rap" should be "wrap".
The dust created a "fog of war" [...] - there's really no need for the quotation-marks around the fog of war; it works without them, as you immediately describe the effects of such a fog.
I entered pursuit might be the correct military terms (I am by no means an expert on the military), but it sounds a bit clunky written down; "I pursued" sounds better.
In the second-to-last paragraph, there are two bits bothering me; first, Jessica's "slit eyelids". It sounds as if someone's taken a knife to her face and cut her eyelids open. I imagine you mean that she narrows her eyes to slits, but the way it's written down makes it sound like an unfortunate injury.
Secondly; her snarl ought to be "blood curdling" rather than "curtailing".
There are some missing punctuation marks here and there, but overall, it's the interesting beginning of something, and it'd be fun to see more.
A few notes - in the first paragraph, there's the radio babbling useless information. It never appears again. Who is carrying it? Is it left behind when they run into the street? It feels a bit disjointed from the other paragraphs.
In the third paragraph, "rap" should be "wrap".
The dust created a "fog of war" [...] - there's really no need for the quotation-marks around the fog of war; it works without them, as you immediately describe the effects of such a fog.
I entered pursuit might be the correct military terms (I am by no means an expert on the military), but it sounds a bit clunky written down; "I pursued" sounds better.
In the second-to-last paragraph, there are two bits bothering me; first, Jessica's "slit eyelids". It sounds as if someone's taken a knife to her face and cut her eyelids open. I imagine you mean that she narrows her eyes to slits, but the way it's written down makes it sound like an unfortunate injury.
Secondly; her snarl ought to be "blood curdling" rather than "curtailing".
There are some missing punctuation marks here and there, but overall, it's the interesting beginning of something, and it'd be fun to see more.