Breathing heavily, I crouch behind a half demolished wall. Holding my gun up with both hands and burying my face in my arms.
"This can't be happening."
I hear a shot hit the wall to my back. Immediately, I stand up and turn around and take three quick shots with my M9. One of them hits. I hear a groaning and the slumping of a body onto the ground.
"That was lucky," I say to myself, "I have terrible aim."
I get up and run about 20 feet to another half demolished wall.
"I can't believe I got separated."
I hit my forehead with my gun and I hear a shot fire off into the sky.
Then, I hear footsteps on the other side of the wall. I put my gun away and take out my knife. I crawl over the wall and land quietly. I see the A.A. soldier peering behind the wall, then I stab the knife into his Adrenal Vein, and in another quick movement I bring the knife up his back then across the back of his neck, severing his spinal cord. I then quickly take out the ammo from his pockets and put them into mine. Then, just to make sure, I slam the blade into his head and take it out. Quickly, realizing how open I am, I run behind another half demolished wall. I pick up radio and start talking.
"Where the hell are you guys, I'm 50 from the drop site, I don't see you!"
"Roger that, stay there we'll be at your 5 in 3."
I put the radio down and exhale deeply. I pick up my gun and wait about three minutes. Then, I see Squad 15 painted on the side of a vehicle. Immediately, I run towards it with all my might, with all my speed, with all my heart. And thankfully, I make it. They open the door and I leap inside. I land on the floor as they drive off.
"You guys suck."
"We're glad to see you too."