The Briefcase

My name is Jack “Wolf” Andrews. I am a Recon Marine, and I am the best. I have never failed a mission, I feel no pain, I feel no remorse and I am relentless. All I know is war. The battlefield is my home, my weapon my partner and my fellow marines my neighbors.

 

 

It’s dark. My marines and I creep through the abandoned streets, weapons at our shoulders and our eyes scanning the terrain ahead. Movement, left side, an enemy soldier on guard struts past in front of us, completely unaware of the five marines hungrily eyeing him. He has a cigarette in his mouth, and his rifle is slung over his shoulder. I wait until he turns his back to us and I slink forward. Once I’m within reach I leap like a cobra and drive my knife through his neck, my hand covers his mouth, muffling his scream. He crumples at my feet and I wave my platoon forward.

We take a few more cautions, purposeful steps forward. Everything freezes. None of us can move, the smoke from a burning car in front of me has become still, neither dissipating or billowing, a pigeon has been stopped midflight above us. A few minutes pass and suddenly the world around us comes back to life, the smoke continues to billow and the pigeon flies off. We continue onwards, unfazed.

Our mission is to make our way to the enemy’s makeshift home-base and steal a briefcase full of intel. We’re past the outer perimeter and we have eyes on the building where the enemy’s officers are housed, and where they’ll be keeping the briefcase. My team and I form up behind 2 wrecked cars and I begin to plan our next move. I can see 6 guards pacing the space between us and the building. The guards are walking a set route and it’s not long until I have it memorized, we make our move.

The 5 of us fan out. Once 3 of the guards reach a spot out of eyeline of the other 3, we pounce. I take one guard the same way I took the first. The other two are brought down by one marine and killed and silenced by another. All 3 are dead within a few seconds. 3 down, 3 to go.

We move onwards as one unit, no orders were issued, no words exchanged at all, we are the perfect weapon, we had done this together a thousand times. As we edged closer to the building the last 3 guards came into view, we crouched down, and waited. I was crouched behind a burning barrel, the smoke acted as added cover. Eventually I saw a boot, and then the rest of the man appeared as he walked past my burning hiding spot. I stood, knife in hand, ready to take the guard. But something must have given me away, the guard turned quickly and shouted in alarm, his rifle was up fast and he shot me, I closed the gap instantly and drove my knife under his chin and up into his brain. He fell quickly, his shout cut short.  

The edges of my vision were turning red and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I crouched down and waited for it to pass. Eventually my vision and my hearing returned to normal and I moved onwards. My platoon had dealt with the remaining 2 guards and didn’t look concerned by the shot or the shout they must have heard.

We approached the front door of the building and pressed our backs on the wall either side. I placed breaching explosives on the door and we prepared to make our entrance. I looked at the marine on the opposite side of the door to me, he held the trigger for the explosives. I would go in first. The world freezes. We wait for a few minutes. My fellow marine’s eyes and mine still locked. Time resumes. I hold up 5 fingers and silently count down.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

The explosives are triggered. The door is blown of its hinges. I enter the room in a cloud of smoke, as I walk through the doorway everything slows down. There are 4 enemies in the room, they are all reeling from the explosion. I take my time with each one, 4 head shots. Time speeds up again and the 4 officers hit the ground. The smoke dissipates around us as the marines enter and secure the room.

The briefcase isn’t here. We’ll have to continue onwards through the rest of the building. Except the rest of the building is now obviously aware of our presence. No more sneaking. Good.

I grab some ammunition from the dead officers, reload, and head for the far door. I storm up the stairs, my marines on my tail. 3 soldiers in the first room, I put a burst of rounds in the two on the right, the marine behind me takes out the one on the left. We never even broke stride. We cross the room and approach a door. The marine who was behind me opens the door and enters first. He kills the first soldier standing in the room, I take out another as he enters the room through a far doorway. Our killing squad continues through that door. We enter a larger room, I can see a number of computers lining the walls, and sitting on a table in the middle of the room is the briefcase we’re here to retrieve. I approach the briefcase quickly, but before I reach it, I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn quickly and put a rapid burst of lead into the enemy’s chest, he doesn’t fall. Shit. He’s heavily armored from head to toe. He raises his shotgun and before I can move, I see the muzzle flash. Then, nothing. All I see is black.

 

 

My name is Jack “Wolf” Andrews. I am a Recon Marine, and I am the best. I have never failed a mission, I feel no pain, I feel no remorse and I am relentless. All I know is war. The battlefield is my home, my weapon my partner and my fellow marines my neighbors.

It’s dark. My marines and I creep through the abandoned streets…