Delta Chronicles ch. 6 (Not retarded this time!!!!)
Clarice and Joe walked out of his bedroom with a content feeling. While Joe went to go get prepped for this new mission, Clarice took a closer look at the wall of those he had saved. She saw well over a hundred people, and furs on his wall. She turned back to the picture of his birth parents and took a closer look at the photograph. The father was a wolf. "A mutt..." Clarice looked at Joe again, and she saw the Wolven features of his body. Joe was finally prepped. "Your bunk then the weapons locker?" he asked.
"Sure, sounds good."
"Let's get going then." Joe said as he held the door open for Clarice. She noticed his detail for the first time. Joe was not exceptionally tall, nor muscular. He had the eyes of a man who had seen too much. He was very outgoing and kind, but was a trained killer, with no remorse. She also noticed a scar on his right temple. All of this in the second that it took her to walk past him. She led him to her Quarters, a very bland and messy bunk, but a place to call home.
She then went to her bedroom and retrieved her gear and ruck. With that out of the way the pair made their way to the weapons locker. Joe remembered Jack calling him and telling him to bring heavier weapons, no sniper rifles. So Joe grabbed a Barrett REC 7 6.62 M4A1 conversion and watched as Clarice grabbed a new weapon in the arsenal, the HK UMP .45. They met the three other members of the team on the Helipad outside the base. Joe looked around, seeing several other teams of Delta Operators. Instead of Blackhawks, they were greeted by numerous AH-6 Littlebird helicopters, still with Semi-rigid rotors. Most of the operators were holding HK 417's or Beowulf's. A few were holding heavier weapons like the MK14 Mod 0 (A modernized M14 battle rifle.). The helicopters were of the extended fuselage version, alloting for 3 more people to fit inside the helicopter. Clarice, Joe, and JJ climbed into a Helo that Jack and Dylan had been assigned to Pilot.
"This is your captain, Please fasten your seatbelts, as there may be turbulence due to the fact that Dylan is flying."
"Is it possible for you to shut up Jack?" Dylan retorted to Jacks teasing.
"Nawww... Why would you think of such a silly thing"
Dylan merely sighed as he spun up the rotors to their max speed. Within seconds the helicopter lifted off the ground and Joe didnt even notice until he looked over the side. He made a face of surprise, and Clarice began to laugh. "OK. Are you person and furs ready to hear what this is all about?" Jack asked.
"Uhhh. Duht da Duhhh... Of course" JJ replied.
"Well, Wev'e got the insurgents back in Baghdad, Bad. Car bombs, IEDs, Attacks on civilians, You name it they've done it. And then they tried to pin it on us. So, we're gonna go and clean this mess up, and blast those fuckwads to kingdom come. The usual."
"Fuckballs" Dylan said as he swervws the helicopter.
"what?"
"The LZ is blocked by a bunch of AK's."
"Oh... Thats bad." Jack responded
"Duh, Awww, JESUS-CHRIST-BANANAS, Little fuckwads got a rocket." Dylan said as a rocket from a RPG-7 missed the rotor blade by a foot.
"OK, land us, NOW" JJ advised.
"For once Dylan, do what JJ says."
"K, gotcha Cap." Dylan replied as he begun to descend over a low white rooftop. Another RPG headed towards the AH-6 group, and this time it did not miss. The rocket exploded against the tail rotor and sent the helicopter into an uncontrollable spin.
"Lower the torque on the main rotor, and get the tail rudder working!" Jack yelled over the whine of metal on metal. JJ worked the throttle with his left hand and lowered the torque to no avail. The ground got closer, faster. Clarice grabbed Joe and pulled him closer. "If i'm gonna die, its gonna be with you." she said before she kissed him.
"GET A ROOM! And lets all try not to think about dying right now... Please?" JJ asked.
"250, 225, 200, 175 and losing altitude!" Jack yelled.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I KNOW!" Dylan yelled.
"50.." Jack whimpered.
The AH-6 hit the narrow, dark street, the whole ordeal no more than thirty seconds. The rotors began to dig trenches before they splintered into carbon fiber filaments and lurched to a stop. The helicopter on its side, the once hulking steel machine reduced to a pile of scrap, jacg pushed open his broken and battered door. He then reached back down and pulled Dylan up and dropped him onto the dirt. He went back for JJ, Joe, and Clarice. He pulled them to safety. He helped everyone to their feet an looked to thank god, and right into the barrell of an AK-103. Its buttstock flew around to the side and everything went black as he faded into unconsciousness.
Jack awoke several hours later in what appeared to be a private home. He heard something whispered in Arab, and he heard "Allah O Akbar!" "Awww, Fuck."
The video camera in one of the insurgents hands turned toward a man holding a machete, or a scimitar.
"You send soldiers to our home to rid the world of terror," the man said "And yet, we find that we are not the source of terrorists, America is. You have killed innocent people in the name of peace, let our people starve when you could have helped, even used Atomic weapons on Civilian cities, Hiroshima and Nagasaki. And you still insist that we are the terrorists, We have found five of the men you sent here, and we will show you how we deal with the true terrorists." the camera turned towards the five Delta's. The man with the camera handed it over to the one woth the AK. Jack looked at his comrades, who all wore defiant looks.
The insurgent steadied the camera and the AK, then stiffened. Blood seeped out of the corners of his mouth. He fell forward, revealing a Delta from Charlie team holding a bloodied KBAR combat knife.
"Thought you needed help, or did you have it all under control?" the Delta joked as he cut the teams bonds. "Thanks for the help, we most definitely did'nt have it under control." Jack said.
"Well, we saw your chopper go down, and we went to investigate. Then we found your scraggly ass captive here."
"How's it going on the outside?" Joe asked.
"Not good, three of the boys from my chalk are already critical, and Echo has a man on the horn with SOCOM, seeing about an extract for the wounded, and you guys. And gal."
"Well, lets get to the LZ so we can get the fuck outta here."
"agreed." said Joe.
Outside, thing were fucked up. The wounded were laying up against one wall, while the Deltas who could still move were seeking cover. A RPG exploded in the distance, earning a nervous glance from a newbie. Joe brought his REC 7 up to his shoulder, and peeked around the corner. he seemed to see something he wanted to seriously fuck up, because be began to fire. WHUMP WHUMP of the Blackhawks blades were heard as it headed for the LZ. An explosion was heard as some rocket struck the helo, and an loud crash as, well, it crashed. "God, Allah, Buddah, Evolution, Thor, Zeus, Jupiter, Whoever is up there, FUCK YOU! NOT A-FUCKING-GAIN."
OOOOOOH... CLIFFHANGER!