User:TheAmazingBBP/Kid SEAL Fanfics

My Kid SEAL series. The first one is alot longer than the other two.

'''WRITING IN BOLD LIKE THIS MEANS IT IS AN AUTHORS NOTE. BOLD IS AWESOME.'''

Chapter 1: Alone
Flashback, Two years ago - 11 year old Dylon's POV

I was playing Battlefield: Bad Company 2 on my Xbox 360. I was really enjoying it, but then mom told me to go to bed, so I did. I went to sleep, but woke up at the sound of the door crashing down. I looked downstairs, but hid when i saw two burglars in the house. I saw a red star on their shoulder, and they were speaking some language i had never heard of. I then heard them head for the stairs, and i ran to my room, and hid under the bed. I watched their feet, and saw a holster for a gun on their leg. They walk into my parent's room, and i heard gunshots. I then heard stuff falling down, and i saw them walk out. They went into my room, and i held my breath, and when i needed to breathe, i would exhale and inhale very quietly. They left, dragging bags behind them. I got up from under the bed. I followed them down, and i saw them go out the door. I ran to my parent's room, and found both dead. I swore i would learn to fight, and stop this if it ever happened again.

Present - 13 year old Dylon's POV

I roamed the streets, wary of the police. I didn't want to be put into a foster home. I had my PSP, some food, a big bottle of water, and 300 dollars of my parent's money, the only 300 that was left from that burglary. I then saw a sign. It read, "Looking to become a future force of good? Accepting anyone between the ages of 12 and 17 to join our boarding school! Sign up at 477 Brookmere road (Note: Yes, i copied it from the one thing from Exodus on MW2), and join today!" I realized i could learn to fight if the streets hadn't done that already, and not end up in a foster home. I used my PSP as a GPS, and got to the address in 10 minutes. I walked in, and said to the receptionist, "I would like to join your boarding school thing."

Chapter 2: Training
Damian's POV

We were training for our next mission, when a kid walked in. He was asked by John Mishnick, our instructor, "Who the hell are you?" The kid replied, "Dylon Harris. I was told by the person at the front desk to come here." "OK, kid, go grab an M9 from there." John pointed to a table with M9s on it. "Wait, why do I need a gun?" "Kid, you're coming with us on the next mission." "What mission?" "We are sabotaging a russian fuel dump in the Himilayas, nothing special. But you can't do so without a gun, now grab one." Dylon looked wide-eyed. "Okay, then." He grabbed an M9 from the table. "Now shoot the targets." John rolled up some windows, revealing a shooting range. He pushed a button, and the targets popped up. Dylon shot the gun, and hit all of them in the dead center. "God damn, we haven't had a perfect shooter in years. But, you have to get a main firearm." I watched as Mr. Mishnick, as we were to refer to him as, opened the walk-in closet, and pulled the cord, lighting up the room to reveal a whole lot of guns. Most of the guns were assault rifles, and I went in the closet with the two of them. "Everyone else, grab your guns, practice shooting." I left the room.

Dylon's POV

"Hey, Harris, by the way, my name is John Mishnick." I replied, "Cool." He said, "Here, want a big machine gun, a medium machine gun, or a small-" I cut him off. "I know what SMGs, assault rifles, and LMGs are." He replied, "Bad company 2?" "Yeah." "Okay, well i have a few weapons in here. How about this M416?" I held it. "No thanks, It doesn't feel good." He then replied. "OK, how about this M14?" "No thanks, i would prefer a full-auto." "Okay, i have a very good weapon for you, the G36." I asked, "Do you have the compact version?" He replied, "Yeah." "I'll take it." I took the gun, and he popped up some more targets. "Now shoot them." I fired, and i hit all of them perfectly. "Holy crap. You are going to make a good SEAL someday." I was already feeling grateful i had joined. But Mishnick then made an announcement. "Listen. We have been training for three days now. So we are going out on the mission tomorrow. We need to deny fuel for a russian invasion. Also, with our new member, Mr. Dylon Harris, we need to be careful what we do."

Chapter 3: Snowstorm
Dylon's's POV

We were being split into groups of two for the mission. "Okay, the teams are Jun and Alex, Caden and Paul, Carter and James, and Jasper, Damian, and Dylon will be a team of three. Now get to the helicopter."

We arrived at the Himilayas, and we split into teams of two, but our team had three members. We were to take C4 and place it on the fuel tanks. We would blow it up once we were at a safe distance. We closed in on the base. I asked the older kid in the group, "Uh, are you Damian?" The kid replied, "No, i am Jasper." "Okay, umm, how long have you been doing this, just wondering?" "Six months." "Dang." I decided to be quiet and focus. "Dylon, guard up ahead. Do it quietly." "You want me to kill him?" "What the hell did i just say?" "Okay then." I took my gun and fired a short burst into the guard's head. Damian opened the door, and asked, "So, why did you join?" I replied, "My parents were killed in a burglary, and i was the only survivor." "Did you hide in the closet?" "Under the bed." "Ah." "Anyway, i roamed the street for two years, then found a poster for your place." "Shhhhh..." said Jasper. "Enemy guard. You want to do it, Dylon?" "Sure." I used the same technique as before, firing a short burst into his head, then I reloaded. I found a bunch of tanks. We all looked in awe. "Alright. We enjoyed the view, now let's destroy it." We got to work, planting as much C4 in it as possible. Then the doors opened up. "Quick, hide!!!" said Jasper. We all hid, and the guards passed us. They were talking that strange language. I saw the same star on their shoulder as the ones the burglars wore. I waited, then We went on the move. We met up with the rest of the team near a snowmobile hangar, with no fuel. Mishnick spoke up. "Alright, time to blow it up. Damian?" He gave the deonator to Damian, who clicked it. Every hanger, except for the one we were in, blew up. We realized that enemy presence at the base was much higher than anticipated, as a group of trucks arrived, enemies coming out. They had guns like AKs and PP2000s, so i figured out they were russian. They shot at us, and i ducked behind the snowmobile. I poked my head and gun up, and fired at them, eliminating the ranks pretty fast. I reloaded. "Everyone, get on a snowmobile. Jasper, you're with me!" Each team got on a snowmobile. I was about to get on mine when a russian said, "Freeze." I stopped, not knowing what to do. Then the guard fell, revealing Damian behind. "Handy tip, Dylon. Just because they can shoot you, doesn't mean you can't shoot them. Now lets go!" We hopped on. "Dylon, i think you should drive." I got on, and drove it fairly easily, as i had ridden ATVs before, and they worked similarly. We drove on, and i heard gunfire coming from far away, presmably from the enemy, and gunfire right behind me, probably from Damian's weapon. We saw a helicopter zoom by us, it was a blackhawk. It then blew up, and a hind chopper flew past. I was staring at the hind, so i did not see the BMD that I was about to crash into. "DYLON, LOOK OUT!!" I looked ahead and saw the BMD, and tried to turn, but it was too late. "Brace for impact!!" i yelled. I felt a hard slam, and i was flying for a second, then i landed. I blacked out.

Chapter 4: Lost
Dylon's POV I slowly came to my senses. I saw an apache chopper pass by, but i doubt the pilot saw Damian and I. I then knew they didn't see me, as it fired a barrage of Hellfire missiles at the BMD. Damian screamed, "Run, Dylon!!!!!" which i did. But i was sent flying into the air when the rockets slammed into the BMD, destroying it. I ran to the treeline with Damian, wondering what was happening to the rest of the group. I saw multiple Vodniks pass by. "Dylon, stay quiet. They may be searching for us." I saw a truck full of soldiers Park by the treeline, and i noted the flashlights attached to their guns. "Dylon, run, but stay quiet." We ran deeper into the treeline, and we encountered a small camp, with a few tents. about 10 russians, maximum, were there. "Damian, what do we do?" "We see if they are armed, and if they are, we clear it out." "Okay." I spied a few armed russians, so we cleared the camp out silently. Soon, we were the only two there. We decided to stay there. We knew someone would be looking for us, be it the rest of the group, or russian patrols.

Chapter 5: Disturbance
Dylon's POV I was sleeping in a tent adjacent to the one Damian was in. I heard some rustling of leaves, so i headed over to Damian's tent. "Damian", i whispered. He woke up. "Dude, what up?" He asked. "I hear rustling." "Probably birds." "Okay." I was still doubtful. I grabbed my G36C, and headed towards the source of the sound. I stayed as quiet as possible. I snuk around, and caught a group of five russians trying to infiltrate the camp. I decided to head back to the camp, to warn Damian. I stayed as quiet as possible, but i slipped up the same way everyone gets caught in the cartoons and movies. I stepped on a twig and snapped it.

I stayed hidden behind a bush. The spetsnaz squad, armed with AK-107s, PP2000s, and a PKM, were on the alert. One man pulled out a radio, and said something, before putting it away. They walked away, and i started to walk away as well. I went to warn Damian. I turned around, and found a spetsnaz operative staring at me, holding an MP443. "Drop it." My heart seemed to stop.

Chapter 6: Revelations
Dylon's POV I was scared as hell. This time, Damian was asleep, so there was no one to help me. The other 5 men walked over. I dropped my gun. But this time, i took Damian's words farther. I grabbed the man's pistol and yanked him over, then shot him. The man with the PKM panicked, then opened fire. I ran, jumped, and landed behind a tree. I ran around and jumped on one man with a PP2000. He struggled to get me off him. I punched him in the face, and shot him with his own gun. I fired at the other PP wielding man, as he would catch up to me the fastest once i ran away, which i subsequently did. I ran back to the camp. Damian wasn't there. "Crap." i said. I started to walk away, but was startled when a bullet raced by me. Then, twenty more. I looked around, and found an SKS rifle. I fired it and dropped the two men with AKs. I fired at the PKM wielding man, but he was too heavily armored. I tried to run, but the heavy rifle was slowing me down. I tried to pretty much play hide and seek with him. I ran from tent to tent. But then, i foun a well, and a big pan. i looked inside, and the wall seemed to be made of clay, and it would be easy to climb. I put the big pan on top of the bucket, and stepped on the pan, and the bucket fell down the well.

I kept as quiet as possible. I started to climb up it, and i got to the top fairly quickly. I looked around, and saw the man leaving. I took this opportunity to kill him, by shooting him in the neck. I took the SKS and fired. I thought i killed him, but he turned around. He walked slowly toward me. I knew the odds. It is obvious who would win, if it was a highly trained spetsnaz operative with heavy armor and a Machine Gun, versus a kid with a Semi-auto rifle and practically no protection. He grabbed my rifle and snapped it in half. He then finally spoke. "Leave now. Never say a word about this, and we will send you home to your parents." "I don't have any parents. You bastards killed them!" He stared at me, and seemed like he was remembering something. He finally said, "They had a son?" "Yes, you piece of crap!! And i want revenge." "Well, that is too bad. With no one to release you to, i will need you to come with me." "I wouldn't go anywhere with you." He grabbed my wrists and a pistol. "Then, i will have to dispose of you." I closed my eyes, and felt the cold muzzle being pressed against my neck, and i braced for the worst. But, at the last second, i heard a loud bang, but from far away. I felt the grip around my hands weaken, and i opened my eyes, and the russian was dead on the ground. "Hey, Dylon, over here!" Jasper, Alex, Damian, Mishnick, and the others were waving at me. I ran to them. "Dang. Where were you guys?" "Looking for you." "And you, Damian?" "I ran." "Well, how are we getting out?" "This bad boy." said Alex, as he pointed to an SUV. I was looking at it, but then the top flipped up, and a kid with headphones came up, holding a minigun. "Holy crap!" i exclaimed. "Sup." He said. "Who are you?" i asked. "Zack Billiger." "I am Dylon Harris." "You mean THE Dylon Harris who i have never heard of?" I rolled my eyes and hopped in.

Chapter 7: Surprise
Damian's POV

I got back to base. I was astounded by how well Dylon had performed. If anyone else performed just as well, i would have had no idea what had happened. He took out five men single-handedly. We started to perform demolitions training. Mishnick started his lesson. "Now, everyone of you has a frag grenade. Make nte of the note on the grenade. I looked down. It read, "When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not your friend." I found this simple enough. I threw it outside, and it made a hole in the ground. I saw a few planes pass by, and drop troops. I was pretty sure they were Marines practicing parachuting. Someone walked in. "Alright, people, this is Mr. Benjamin. He will be your new assistant coach." "Hello kids," He started. We all looked at him. "I am Mr. Benjamin, and i will be-" His sentence was cut short when a sniper rifle bullet ripped through the glass and dropped Mr. Benjamin. "What the hell?" said Mishnick. He looked around. He saw nothing, until a small flash was seen. "Oh shit, EVERYBODY GET DOWN!!!!" We got on the ground as 3 more shots were heard. "Grab your weapons, but stay down!!!" said Mishnick, as he grabbed his ACR. I grabbed my MP5, so did James. Jun took his AUG, Dylon took his G36C. Jasper headed for his SCAR. We headed out the sides, Jasper leading the group. The rest of the group was still getting weapons. We looked outside, and found jets bombing the city. "Holy crap, what the heck is happening?" I asked out loud. I heard the answer from behind. "It is the russian invasion of the U.S., now drop the gun." We turned around to find a squad of russians, AKs pointing at us. We stood there for a moment, then all opened fire simoutaneously. The rest of the group walked out. "Mishnick, the russians are invading! We just flattened a squad of them." "God damn." I saw movement. "Mishnick, something is moving in the bushes." I said. He aimed his ACR and fired. A grassy figure fell down. I found out we were in a world of trouble.

Chapter 8: Flame
Jasper's POV

John told us that we were being split into pairs again. "Alright, team 1 is Alex and Damian, team 2 is Caden and Dan, team 3 is James and Paul, team 4 is Jun and Zach, team 5 is Jasper and Dylon. I specifically paired an older student with a younger one. The older one will take command. The younger one is to follow the older one's orders and help him out. Teams 1 and 5 will clear out the building we just left. Teams 2 and 4, i want you to help out anyone in the surrounding buildings. Team 3, you're with me, go!"

We went back into the building. "Dylon, stay with me." I said. "Yes sir." was his reply. I saw a few enemies inside the lobby. "Clear out the lobby." said Alex to Damian. I repeated the same to Dylon. I watched as Damian and Dylon cleared out the lobby, breach and clear style. I shot a few enemies still standing. "Alright, we know that the enemy has entered the building. We should clear the building out. Team 1, watch your six." I left to go clear the rest of the building. Dylon followed me. We cleared out a few more rooms, before we met u with Alex and Damian. "You clear the place out?" "Yeah." We went to the courtyard. "Alright, we should leave before-" I started, but stopped at the sound of approaching jets. "Wait a minute." I said. Alex was first to scream, "They're bombing the building!" "Come on, don't just stand there, we have to go!!" I lead the team, as the building burst into flames. We headed for the exit. "Almost there!!" I shouted. But then, the hall in front of us erupted in flames, making the first exit unaccessable. "Come on, the lobby is the closest way out!" screamed Alex. "God dang it, what is this, Napalm?" "Probably!" shouted Damian. We made it to the lobby. But the lobby burst into flames. "DAMN IT!!" I shouted. "Only safe place is the courtyard, come on!!!" We ran to the courtyard. We were trapped in here. Dylon said. "We're going to die, aren't we?" The flames started creeping towards the courtyard. Right when all hope seemed lost, a helicopter engine was heard. The two teams looked up, A blackhawk dropped a rope. "They expect us to climb a frikkin' rope?" said Damian. Alex replied, "No. Hook up." We hooked up to the rope, and we flew upwards as the helicopter ascended. "That was a close one!" yelled Dylon. It was hard to hear him, with the wind rushing through my ears. We flew past a tall building, most likely an office building. But all of a sudden, the chopper was hit by a heat-seeking missile that an Mi-28 Havoc fired at us. We were spiraling out of control, so I screamed, "Unhook yourselves, and try to get into that building!!!!" at the top of my lungs. We all were able to do so, but we all ended up on different floors.

Alex's POV

I landed on the seventh floor. I quickly scoped the place out, staying away from windows. But this did not help, as i saw the Mi-28 aim it's rockets and it's turret at me. I gulped.

Chapter 9: Chase
Alex's POV

I stayed motionless, hoping the Mi-28 would fly away. But when i realized it wouldn't leave, I started to surrender, but i was too slow. It fired a rocket at me. It only impacted the wall, but i was knocked down. I ran away, but i followed me. I realized i had to escape, and i tried to get to the roof. In doing so, i nearly slammed into Japser. "Where are the others?" I asked. "I have no idea, somewhere on the lower floors." He replied. Then, another rocket burst right through the wall. We ran, jumped and ducked as a rocket, most likely a bunker busting rocket, smashed the wall we were next to, and literally passed right in front of me halfway through my roll. I was lucky enough not to touch it. We ran to the roof. But the helicopter followed us. We had no escape, except for jumping off the building, which we were unwilling to do. The helicopter aimed it's guns at us. Jasper said, "Well, only one thing to do." He aimed his Tac-50 at the chopper. He opened fire, striking a missile pod. He blew one of the missiles, and this destroyed the gas tank, blowing off the tail. But the damn thing flew towards us. "Aw, crap!" I yelled. "Run!!!!" We ran, but when it crashed, it blew up once more, sending us off the edge. "Is this the end?" I yelled. "Probably!" Yelled jasper. We were falling, but suddenly, i felt myself being grabbed, and i was just hanging there. I looked up, and saw Dylon holding on to me as hard as possible."I got you!" He said. I was pulled in. I saw Jasper being pulled in by Damian.

Chapter 10: Security
Zach's POV

I followed Caden, Jun, and Dan. We were supposed to clear out surrounding buildings. "Zach. Enemies up ahead, they're yours." I fired my M1A1 carbine at them. They all dropped. "Good, now move up." We moved up, and encountered more. "Stay back, they're mine." He put a round into his grenade launcher, then fired it. All of the enemies went down. "That's gonna leave a mark."

We kept going. After we rounded a corner, we found a group of five spetsnaz waiting for us. "Flatten them." Jun whispered. I raised my rifle and repeatedly tapped the trigger, sending 10 rounds into 2 guys, and about another 30 from Jun's weapon into the other 3. We started to move along.

We were walking outside to the next buiding when a BMD pulled up. I heard Dan gulp. "On three, we sprint for our lives." whispered Caden. Dan started to say, "How do you-" He was interrupted by Caden yelling, "THREE!!!!" We ran for our lives, as a squad of russians hopped out and opened fire on us. The tank joined in after a second, too. We hid behind a half-destroyed wall. But the tank finished destroying it. We ran, but the tank was catching up. We finally found a rock to hide behind. I looked up and saw a russian talking into a radio. He put down the radio, then a friendly airstrike flattened the area. We then heard a helicopter engine. It was a sea knight chopper, coming to evacuate us. "Good, we can finally get out of here!" I said. Caden said, "Spoke too soon, enemy Kamov!!!!" A Kamov Ka-50 approached and fired a barrage of rockets at the sea knight. It then proceeded to aim at us. "RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIFFFFFFFEEEEEE!!" yelled Jun. We ran, and the Kamov fired another burst of rockets, this time at us. We ran and evaded the missiles. I ran for a hole in a building, but the Kamov just flattened the area, blocking my escape. I stood still, not knowing what to do. The Kamov looked like it was trying to aim at me. I knew it was the end. But then, a sniper shot rang out across the valley that our city was in, ringing louder than the engines of the chopper, the explosions of bombs, the collapsing of buildings, the screaming of soldiers, the firing of tank cannons. This was louder than every noise in the valley. Then, a shower of sparks erupted on one side of the Kamov's engine, and it went spiraling downwards. I looked through my binoculars at where the sniper shot had come from. From the sixth floor of a building, i saw Jasper giving me a thumbs-up sign. I regrouped with Dan, Jun, and Caden.

Chapter 11: Rendezvous
James Pearson's POV

We followed Mishnick, as he engaged a few snipers, killing them with his deadly accurate ACR. We came up on a pickup truck, and we decided to get in. Mishnick drove, while Paul and I sat in the back. "Paul, James, enemy trucks inbound, fire at will!" He yelled, as an enemy truck came up on us, and some russians in the back opened fire on us. We returned fire, dropping them. We were then encountered by a bulletproof UAZ with firing ports. We hoped for a friendly to come by, as we ducked to avoid fire from a second, then third bulletproof UAZ. Salvation came in the form of an Apache, which fired a barrage of rockets, destroying the trucks. I waved at the apache, then looked at it in horror as a tank round struck it's tail. We were met with even heavier enemy vehicles, as a Vodnik drove up on us, armed with a .50 cal MG. "Seriously?!" i yelled at the gunner before he opened fire at us. We ducked. It was blown up by an Abrams tank as it passed by. We were met with a BTR-90, then A BMD-3. "Yeah, i think they are serious." said Paul. "SHUT UP!" I yelled. We were caught in a crossfire of a very heavy machine gun and a light cannon. We had no way to fight them, so it was up to Mishnick's driving if we were to stay alive. Suddenly, A T-90 blocked our path, and we had to turn right. Unfortunately, the combined fire blew the tires, and the truck was disabled. I blacked out.

I came to my senses after a few seconds, but i couldn't find the strength to get up. I saw Mishnick trying to get up, he was coughing and wheezing. We looked around as we were surrounded by armor. Suddenly, we heard loud artillery fire coming from a hill, and saw MGS Strykers on a nearby hill, tearing the armor around us to shreds. We had to go on foot, but we ran into Damian, Dylon, Alex, and Jasper. "Fancy meeting you here." i said. "Not really." "Where's the other four?" asked Mishnick. "Not sure." i said. "Here we are." said Jun and the others, coming out from a nearby building. We were about to greet eachother when a second T-90 crashed the welcome wagon. "TANK, GET INSIDE, NOW!!!" yelled Mishnick. I was already at the doorway by the time he finished yelling. We ran to the third floor, then stopped. "Well, now how do we get out?" asked Dylon. We all looked at him. "What?"

Chapter 12: Escape
Dylon's POV

We decided to look outside. I saw a sqad of russians posted at every door. So John told Caden, Alex, and Jasper to come with him. They jumped out the window. I heard gunfire. The remaining older ones, Paul and Jun, took command of us while the rest of the guys duked it out downstairs. "On me." Said Paul. He went downstairs, to the second floor. We watched he staircase as the russians entered the building to support their comrades in the firefight. "Open fire." he whispered, and we tore down an entire squad. The russians decided we were a bigger threat, so they focused their ranks on us. "Kill them as they come up!" yelled Jun. I saw a few russians get killed by Zach's WWII M1 carbine. I had been told it was modified to use M14 magazines. Anyway, i dropped a few with my G36C, and went downstairs cautiosly. I opened the door and flattened the squad trying to kill ours. "Wow, Dylon, you just vaporized them. I am impressed." said John. I pulled my M9 out, and aimed it at him. "What the-" he said, before being interrupted by me saying, "Gun." He moved, and i fired, killing a russian with a bullet to the head. "Nice, Dylon." "Thanks." I said. "So, are we leaving the city, or what?" asked Dan. "Well, i guess." said John. He radioded in for evac. "This is Zulu Two-Actual..." I heard before i stopped paying attention to what he was saying. Soon enough, a blackhawk came and extracted us.

Chapter 13: Depression
(I will now make the chapters far longer than they usually were, to fit my new style.)

Dylon's POV

I guess it was a good thing we left the city, as the Russians had taken control of the city not too long after we escaped. We headed for Chicago.

When we got there, our weapons and combat suits were taken from us. Mishnick was allowed to keep an M9 for self-defense. A seemingly high-ranking officer walked over to Mishnick. "Listen, Mishnick. The party's over. This unit is disbanded." "But, sir, they are extremely capable fighters. This guy here", Mishnick said as he walked over to Jasper, "took down a helicopter. An Mi-28 Havoc. No, wait a second, he took two down. The Havoc AND a Kamov Ka-50." He walked over to Paul and James. "These two here, they were with me and they survived a car chase with a few trucks, bulletproofed UAZs, Vodniks with .50 Cals, a BTR-90, an BMD-3, and a T-90." He walked over to me. "And this little fellow here. He whacked 5 dudes in a row on our last organized operation in Kazakhstan, and flattened an entire squad firing on my team here. When he was at the firing range, he scored perfect shots every time. With his pistol." He said, as he pulled the M9 out from inside his jacket. The colonel, as I had by now figured out his rank, was not impressed. "I've seen sniper teams take out 4 choppers in quick succession with an SR-25. I've seen entire platoons flattened by a P90. We have the russian army on our soil now. These kids need to go to safety. No excuses, soldier, or I will have you demoted." Mishnick realized the circumstances, and nodded. "Yes, sir." He said. A truck drove up, and a bunch of marines got off, and got on the helicopter, their destination unknown. "There's a truck right here, you can take them to the shelter. " he said. Mishnick hopped in the driver's seat without a word. We all got in, none of us happy. I decided to get in the passenger seat. "That son of a- oh, hello Dylon." he said, as he realized I was listening to him. I said, who was that?" "Colonel Lanchester, he doesn't understand anything. He hardly sees the value in people. He lies alot. When he said that a sniper shot down 4 helicopters in quick succession, it wasn't with an SR-25. It was with a Barrett M82. And 3 of the four were being refueled when the tank was shot. The resulting explosion knocked out the said three. The fourth one was shot down while taking off. He doesn't know what he's talking about. I do." I looked out the window, responding with only a simple "Uh-huh."

I was still looking out the window when I saw a particular apartment building. "Stop the truck!" I said. Mishnick pulled up along the apartment building. I got out. "Wait for me. I'll be back in 5 minutes." I said. I walked into the apartment building, and walked up the stairs to the fifth floor. I found the 12th door and knocked on it. After a second, it opened. My former girlfriend, Summer, opened the door. We broke up about a week before the robbery. "Who are you?" She asked. I responded. "Summer?" She immediately recognized me. "Dylon. What are you doing here?" She asked, with no smile on her face. I responded, "I have nowhere else to go." "What do you mean?" "My parents were killed in a robbery a week after we broke up. I was the only survivor. I had to go to the streets, and I lived like that for two years. I finally ended up in this military boarding program, and we were attacked when this whole dilemma with the russian invasion began. I still don't get why the U.S. would attack an airport and just slaughter everyone. Anyway, we had to fend for ourselves. A few people helped us, but not very much." "Did you kill anyone?" she asked. I replied, "I kinda had to. I was getting in a lot of close trouble with the russians. In fact, enough for my trainer to consider me the best shot." "GO AWAY!!!!" she yelled. I didn't understand. "What?" I asked. "Get away from me, you heartless murderer!" I started to try to explain to her. "But, Summer, I-" She puched me in the jaw, then grabbed my shirt and sent me back into the opposite wall, and I fell down. "Now! And don't come back!" she yelled. I started to get up right when she slammed the door. I got up and started to walk down the hallway.

I walked out to the truck, and this time, I got in the back. "Dylon, what happened?" Alex asked. "I don't want to talk about it." I said.

Chapter 14: Death
Dylon's POV

I sat next to Damian. "Dude, you look bothered. What happened? You can tell me." "Well, I do know you better than anyone else. I talked to my ex-girlfriend, Summer. I tried to-" I was cut off by Caden, who teased me. "Ooooh, Dylon has a Girl-" I cut him off, by yelling, "Shut it, Jelli-brain! No one wants to hear you talk!" He was clearly offended by this, and shut up. "I tried to explain to her the whole situation, and how I ended up here. She then asked me if I had killed anybody." I painfully ran the events through my head again. "I told her that I got in alot of close trouble, and I kind of had to. She then yelled at me to go away. I started to ask her what she meant, but she then said, 'Go away now, you heartless murderer!'. I started to explain how our unit was disbanded, but she punched me in the jaw. Ow." My jaw still hurt, especially thinking and talking about it. "I wanted to try and comfort her the whole time. but I couldn't. She grabbed my shirt and pushed me to the ground. She yelled, 'Now, and don't come back!' I had never seen her so angry. I kind of think she was scared. But she definitely wasn't showing it. I kind of felt scared by her. Only that one russian squad back in Kazakhstan scared me more, in fact." Damian was listening to me the whole time. "She's probably scared of you now, and is just not showing it, like you said. Why'd you talk to her, anyway?" "She has a brother who may have been able to take me in, so I don't have to go to that shelter with you guys. But I blew it. I can't ever live the same life again." "No, dude, you didn't blow it. It was her misunderstanding. None of it was your fault." I lightened up a little bit. "I guess you're right. Hey, did you ever have a girlfriend?" "Yeah, her name was Sarah. Unfortunately, some asshole named Caleb stole her." (Note: This is a reference to Turning Tables by Infected32, which I posted on this wiki with his permission)

I saw a jet fly by, an F-15 Eagle. "Huh, wonder what the military's doing here." I said. Jasper answered, "Probably for defense. Russia already has a good grip on the east coast. We don't want them taking our major cities, Chicago being one of them." "Ah, I see." I then saw another jet, this one I couldn't recognize. Damian told me, "That's an F-22 Raptor." I saw a third jet, this one going far lower than the others. "Woah, what the hell is that?" Alex asked. I looked closely at it and came to a sudden realization. "That's a MiG!" I shouted as it fired it's nose cannon down the street. I jumped out as the car next to us exploded. The truck turned and landed on it's side. I looked to see if anyone would hop out. Everyone did, though it took some time. Mishnick had climbed from his seat and pushed the opposite door open, and jumped out of the truck. He started yelling, "Everybody, RUN!!!" I ran to the sidewalk and into a store. Conveniently, it was a gun store. I held the door open for my buddies, until Damian was hit by a car. "DAMIAN!"

Mishnick tried to pick him up, and damian slowly rose to his feet. I looked out to the left and saw an Mi-24 helicopter. "Hurry up, there's a Hind over there!" I shouted. Fortunately, the Hind's pilots had their backs to us, so it didn't engage us. I looked to the right and saw the same MiG. It was a MiG-29 Fulcrum. "Hurry up, enemy MiG comin' in hot!" I shouted. Mishnick saw the MiG and did what I never thought he would do. He grabbed damian, and threw him at me. I barely caught him. I looked over at him, about to tell him how he was insane, but all I saw was an explosion. I waited for the MiG to pass. ''No, no no, this isn't happening. This can't be. ''"Mishnick?" I said. I walked out to the street. "Dylon, are you frikkin' crazy?" Jasper yelled to me. I ignored him. Jun walked out. I stopped and knelt by Mishnick. "Tell Damian, I did that to save his life." Mishnick said. "Also, Dylon, I want you to use this." He pulled out his M1911 and gave it to me. He also gave me the M9 he was carrying. "Give this to Rider. He was my greatest man." He grunted, then closed his eyes. "Mishnick?"

"John?"

Jun spoke up. "Forget it, Dylon. He's gone."

Chapter 15: Heroism
Dylon's POV

I ran back to the store, just as the Hind turned around. It probably saw me, but was more focused with engaging the M3A3 that had just arrived. "Well, what now?" I asked. "We fight." Jasper said. "We aren't a unit anymore. We can't do this. Besides, what are we gonna do with Damian?" I looked at Damian, still unconscious. "We'll take him to the hospital. It's a block down the street. We do need to fight. We can't just rush into a street that is being bombarded. " I said. I grabbed an MP5 PDW off the wall. "Hey, you can't take that. By the way, where is a parent or guardian." the storeowner said. "HEY! I need this gun. Our Guardian is dead and my friend was hit by a car. We need this for protection. You better comply." I said, pulling out some of the M9's ammo and putting them in the MP5's magazine, then loading it. I tossed Alex the M1911. "You better comply." he said, aiming the M1911 at the clerk. I did the same with the MP5. "Fine, I believe you. It's dangerous out there, you may want these." He tossed us a few weapons, including pellet guns, .22 rifles, and PDWs. He also got out a sawed-off double barrel shotgun. He gave us the guns and some ammo. "Thanks. We'll pay you sometime. Here's my number." I gave him the number to my cell phone I had bought. Caden yelled, "Let's go!" I found a wheelbarrow. "Can I borrow this?" I asked. "Sure." He said. I turned to Paul. "Paul, help me lift him into this." He grabbed Damian's feet and I grabbed the shoulders. "You're a better shot than me, I'll push it." He said. I grabbed my MP5. By this time, Russians were on the streets. I decided to go ahead and fire at one. It only fired one bullet, because it was a semi-automatic. I then double-tapped the trigger, dropping the russian. I kept firing until my tiny magazine ran out. It was 15 rounds, due to legal restrictions. I reloaded it annd dropped a few more before I made it to the hospital. Paul was about twenty yards behind me. "Hurry up, Paul!" I yelled. We ran into the hospital, and some staff rushed and put Damian onto a stretcher. I watched them wheel Damian to a room where they began to help him. I hoped that he would survive, he had a broken arm. I sat by him as they worked on him. "Hang in there."

Chapter 16: Truth
Dylon's POV Damian got up after he woke up. "Damian, how are you feeling?" I asked. "Ugh, what happened?" He asked in return. "You were hit by a car." "Where's Mishnick?" I knew I would have to tell him. It was painful, even though Damian was the one who was hit by that car. "He died trying to save you. That damned MiG started to unleash missiles. He threw your body at me, right before he was killed by a missile that the MiG fired. He did it to save you." "But, no, this couldn't have happened. This can't be." "I thought those exact same words when he died." Neither of us spoke for a moment. Until I heard a rope. "Hey, do you hear that?" We both looked towards the window. "Wait..." I watched, and saw an armed Russian soldier begin to absail into the room. "GET BACK!" I screamed. Damian and I were the only ones in there, until the Russians breached the windows. "Damian, do you have any weapons?" "Yeah, catch!" He tossed me a Glock 26. "10 round mag, use it wisely!" he yelled. I caught the pistol, and quickly pulled the slide back and dispatched the three soldiers, with three rounds to each, keeping the last bullet in the chamber. "Damian, hand me a mag!" He tossed me three. I reloaded. "Where'd you get this?" "It's my dad's, he gave it to me." "Cool. Let's go, we shouldn't stay here." We ran to the lobby, only to find it filled with Russian Army operatives. "No sound, we sneak out the back." We started to turn around, when we found someone blocking our path. "Hello, little ones. What are you doing here?" The russian commander asked. He grabbed the gun and put it in his holster, then drew his AK-103. "My yest' naideno ih." He said, pushing us out into the lobby. Another soldier then said, "Well, you two look a little young to be fighting. I have a surprise for you." The door on the opposite side of the lobby, which led to the other side of the hospital, opened. The russians came out with who I would've expected to be Zach or James or whoever else, but they had who I least expected to see. "Summer?" She replied, "Dylon?"

Chapter 17: Caught
Dylon's POV

"What's wrong with you, Dylon?!" Summer yelled. One of the russians grabbed her arm. "Let go of me!" She screamed. She was clearly scared of the russians. She was also clearly angry at me. She was squirming, trying to free herself, and I couldn't tell if she was trying to get away from the russian or run and slap me in the face. Probably both. Damian whispered to me, "That's some girl you got there." I yelled at him. "Would you shut it already? We have to escape, and you're concerned apout what she looks like?" I quickly turned to her and said, "No offense, you look great." with a smile, then yelled at Damian again, "But really?" Damian whispered in my ear. "Hey, dude, I'm sorry, but I've got a plan to save us all." He told me the plan in code. I understood. Then the russian grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, before pointing his MP-446 at me. "Zakrytʹ yego!" the Russian said. I waited for the moment, then I grabbed his pistol and jumped on him, and swung to his back, before landing on the ground, with my arm around his neck. The Russians realized the situation and pointed their gun at Summer, and wrapped their arm around her neck. "I'll give you five seconds to let him go or we will kill her." the russian said. I immediately shot back, "I'll give you three seconds to let her go, or I kill him. Damian, he's trying to break free, help me out." He grabbed his arms and tied them together. He then jumped, and slammed on the russian's toes. "One." I said, starting the countdown. "Two." the russian said in return. Neither of us let go. "Three." I said. The russian let go of Jamie, but he then pulled the one move I least expected. He shot Jamie in the leg. She fell to the ground in pain. "NO!" I yelled, as I killed the captain. I pulled out the Glock and passed it to Damian. We shot the russians. "Hurry, she may be alive." I said, as we ran to her. I turned her over, and her leg was bleeding. "I'm- I'm sorry you had to see all of that. Please don't give up now." The door suddenly opened, and Jasper, James, and Zach all ran out. "Damian, Dylon, what are you doing here? We heard gunfire and who is she?" Jasper said. "I'll tell you later, Jasper, she's hurt, you've gotta help her." "What happened?" "She was shot in the leg, I'll tell you the long story later, just help her!" He ran to get gloves on, then he pulled the bullet out of the wound. It wasn't very deep. He then put a bandage over the wound, and wrapped it around Jamie's leg. "Listen to me, you're going to be okay." Jasper said to Summer. I hoped Jasper was right.

"Summer, can you forgive me?" I said to her. "Summer?" She slowly responded, "Wha- what happened?" "The Russian let you go when I took their captain hostage. But he the shot you in the leg. The man helping you was Jasper Jackson, his dad was a medic in the Army, and he taught a few techniques to Jasper. He used those techniques to help you out. Now, we're gonna lift you onto this stretcher, and get you to a hospital bed." I said as Jasper and I lifted her onto a stretcher. I pushed it to the nearest room. "You're gonna be fine." I said, though I had no idea if I was lying or not.

Chapter 18: Pride
Dylon's POV

I sat by Summer's bed, reading a magazine about the Navy SEALs. I thought for a moment. ''Is this all worth it? How did this begin? ''I was torn over whether I should bring vengeance to my parent's deaths, or if i should just give up and find a shelter. I thought for a while, then decided to leave to a safer home. I started to say it, but I felt a soft grip on my arm. I turned to find Summer holding it. "Don't leave, Dylon. I have seen what you did out there for me. I know you want to find shelter. James told me you were having problems of some kind. He told me what happened, how your parents died. Your parents wouldn't want this." "But, veangance, it just isn't right." I said. "And it wasn't right that they broke into your house and killed your mom and dad. But you need to give them what they deserve. I don't care that you have killed people anymore. I know what your intentions were. I think you are more than justified. I'm sorry I said what I said. Now, please, go. If you see them again, waste them." I smiled. "Jasper, do you have a silencer?" I asked. "Yeah." He replied. He gave me the silencer. I threaded the silencer on an M110 that some marine died with. I looked back as I walked out the door, and I saw Summer smiling. I smiled back, before running up to the fourth story.

I then ran to the room Damian was in when he was recovering. I walked over to the window that broke when we were attacked by the absailing Russians. I flipped the bipod down, set the rifle down on the edge of the window, and began to snipe targets. "Payback." I said, as the Russian soldiers screamed at the death of their sergeant. I started sniping the others. They were easy kills. They had no idea where the shots were coming from. I killed them all. I then focused on a group really far away, and I unthreaded the silencer. I fired a shot, and it killed a lone soldier. The others panicked, and I fired another shot, which silenced another soldier. The second time, the rest of the soldiers heard the shot, and charged at me, guns blazing. I didn't care, they were out of range. I fired my M110 again, striking another soldier in the arm. I fired a few more shots, each striking home. I decided to pack up and head to the next room, where I turned off the lights and sniped a few more. I then changed my position a couple of times, so they would think I was on the 7th or 8th floor. I then ran back down to the room that Brianna, Damian, Jasper, and the others were in. "Great news, the Russians are coming. I decided to get tricky, though, and hopefully, they think I'm on the 7th or 8th floor. Everyone hide, I'm gonna turn the lights off. Summer, stay put, if they go into this room, they're gonna try and take you prisoner or kill you, that's where we come in. Now, everyone else, hide!" I got a flashlight, and turned off the lights. I used the flashlight to find my own hiding spot. I hid under the bed and turned off the flashlight. The door creaked open and the lights turned on. Two russians walked in. I waited for them to stand by the bed. I heard Summer saying, "Please don't hurt me.", followed by the Russian snickering. He stood by the bed, and I heard a gun cock. I took the chance. I grabbed the russian at the left of the bed, pulled him under the bedframe, and stabbed him. I saw the other Russian fall, Jasper had done that. I crawled out from under the bed. "Alright, we're clear." I said. Jasper replied, "Not anymore. They will probably notice something. Take the guns, they'll be back."

Chapter 19: Getaway
Dylon's POV

"Summer, can you walk?" I asked. "I don't know, I think so." She started to get up, but then began to fall. I rushed to her aid. "I'll help you." I said, then I turned to Jasper. "JACKSON! Gimme a gun!" I said. He handed me an MP-446. I held the gun and one hand, and kept Jamie on her feet with the other hand. I started to walk. "Alright, we need a vehicle. Jasper, Zach, you two clear the areas we need to go so Summer and I can go in without being shot at. Damian, James, cover our six." I said. "Yes sir, General Dylon!" James said in a sarcastic tone. "Idiot." I muttered under my breath. James looked up at me. "Huh, what?" I said, like I didn't know who just said that. Jester and Zach went into the next room, and we heard gunfire. "Clear!" I heard Zach yell. We walked into the next room. "Hey, we could take that bus." I said. "Or that BTR." James said, pointing to an idle BTR-90. I smiled. "Okay, get in. I said. We pried open the door on the BTR and got in. "Anyone know how to drive a tank?" Jasper asked. No one raised their hand. "Okay, guess I will." Jasper said, as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Summer, I'm gonna set you set you down here." I said as I helped her sit down. I found a PKM on the seat next to her. "I have an idea." I said, as I lifted the PKM and set it down on the mount. Damian sat across from me and Summer and proceeded to operate the MG. James and Zach went to the turret. to use the cannon. The BTR started to vibrate as the engine rumbled to life. "Lets roll." Jasper yelled as he started to drive the truck. "Well, we're getting out of here." I said. "Finally." Summer added. I then heard another engine, as well as gunfire. I decided to take a peek out the viewslit next to me. I saw a UAZ pursuing us. "Damian, use the MG." I said. He fired the machine gun. I heard an explosion, it was James using the BTR's 30mm cannon. I was looking out the firing port again when a shower of sparks erupted right in front of the viewslit. "Woah!" I said. "What?" Summer asked. "Bullet hit the vehicle right in front of the viewslit. Nearly took my eye out." I started to look out the viewslit again. Summer quickly grabbed my shoulder and said, "Are you crazy, that bullet almost took your eye out, why are you looking out there again?" "I dunno." I thought for a moment. "ZACH!!!!!!!!" I called out. Zach waited a few moments to reply. "What?" I yelled, "What's going on?" "We have an enemy BTR on our tail. JAMES, stop missing! Anyway, just hang in there, we're going into a tunnel- Wait... "

"Aw, crap! Tank on our tail!" Zach yelled. Summer leaned against me. "I hope we get out of here." she said. Damian watched as she scooted closer to me. He snickered. I then shot him the type of glance that meant, Shut it or I will kill you. Damian stopped and continued firing the PKM.

It started to light up. We had left the tunnel. "Uhh, Jasper, Damian, James, Mr. and Mrs. Harris..." Zach said. I yelled to him, "What is your problem?!" Damian snickered again. "I'm sorry, Dylon and Summer." He said in a sarcastic tone. He quickly switched to a serious tone. "My problem is that there's a frikkin' helicopter on our tail!" Zach said. I realized the grim circumstances.

Chapter 20: Sacrifice
Dylon's POV

I looked out the viewslit and saw a UAZ with an open top on it. "James!" I yelled. No answer. "JAMES!!" I yelled at the frikkin' top of my lungs. "WHAT?" He yelled back. "Don't blow up the jeep next to us, I have an idea!" I said. I pulled out a P90 with a red dot sight from under the seat. "How did the Russians get ahold of one of these?" Damian asked. "I don't know." I said, as I climbed towards the hatch. "And I don't care." I said, as I burst it open. "Damian, pass me that crossbow!" I said. He passed it to me. It had a rope tied to it. I climbed out and fired it at the UAZ, striking it in the windshield. I climbed back down and tied the rope to the PKM Damian was using. "Damian, Here's a walkie-talkie." I said, as I pulled out a walkie-talkie from the seat. I kept the other one. I then grabbed the P90 and climbed on top of the BTR. "Here goes nothing." I said. I then took a hook from my pocket and clipped it on to the rope. I held the handle in one hand, the P90 in the other. I slid down to the side of the UAZ. "Hey, Ruskies!" I said. They turned towards me, but I then mowed them down, sparing the driver. I then grabbed the driver and threw him out of the vehicle. I hopped in the driver's seat and activated the walkie-talkie. "Damian, tell the others to get in my UAZ! Now!" I waited for Damian's reply. "Roger. Summer, James, Zach, Jasper, we're taking a different vehicle, now!" I turned the walkie talkie off and focused on driving. I waited for everyone to get on board before accelerating. First Damian got on, then Zach, then Summer, then James. "What about Jasper?" I asked. "I gave him the walkie-talkie." I then hit the button and said, "Jasper! We don't have much time! Get in!" I barely heard him over the sound of the Mi-28 that was on our tail. "No, I'm not going. It's been an honor knowing you. Now is my time. Goodbye, Dylon. And all the others who can hear this." I realized what he was doing for us. "Goodbye, Jasper. Rest in peace." I said, before flicking off the Walkie-talkie. I turned one way, into the countryside. Jasper turned the other way. I saw the Mi-28 pursue Jasper's BTR, not knowing that there was only one occupant in the vehicle. I heard a rocket being fired, then a small "Boom." This happened a few times. I then heard a rocket firing, followed by a loud "BOOM." I knew it had happened. "We'll miss you, Jasper." I said. I then heard another helicopter, an Mi-8 chopper. "The fight's not over, Dylon!" Damian said, as he picked up the P90 and opened fire on the helicopter.

Chapter 21: Hopeless
Dylon's POV

"Damian, you better start hitting that thing soon!" I said, trying to control the UAZ. "What do you expect from a frikkin SMG?" he shot back. "I'm doing my best trying to keep this thing from being hit by MG fire, you try your best to hit the darn thing!" I quickly swerved right to avoid an RPG fired from the chopper. "Oh, gimme this!" James said, as he took the P90 and started to fire, striking many more hits on the Hip than Damian. However, it wasn't enough to bring it down. "James, focus, we've got more enemies on our tail, but they're in the backs of trucks. These ones, you can actually kill with that gun!" I said. James fired the P90 at the Russians in the backs of trucks, killing a large number of them. One of the Russians jumped into our UAZ and tried to kill us. James quickly dispatched him. "Damian, take the P90, James, get that AK!" I said. "James, shoot the chopper, now that you have an AK, it should do much more damage!" I yelled. "How?" James asked. "BIGGER BULLETS!!!" I shouted, as I swerved to the left to dodge another RPG missile. James repeatedly fired at the helicopter to no avail- the bullets were spiraling out of control before they even neared the Hip. I quickly looked right and saw the Hip coming right up on our three. It strangely didn't fire. I looked more closely. "No, no, no, DAMN IT!" I shouted, as the Hip opened fore, blowing off the tires. The trucks caught up and pulled up. "Everyone, get down!" I said, as I got down myself. Gunfire raced around the UAZ. I watched as Damian and Jamie jumped off and took cover. James and Zach weren't so lucky. I heard them scream and they fell off of the UAZ. All I could do at that moment was stare at their bodies. ''No. No. NO! First Mishnick, then Jasper, now Zach and James. Why? Why does this keep happening? ''These thoughts raced in my head.

The gunfire kept on going. I wondered why they weren't circling around. They probably thought we would ambush them when they came around the corner. I got the P90 ready, "Damian, get that AK!" I said. Damian took the AK from James's body and reloaded it. The gunfire stopped. "I think they're coming." I said. Damian replied, "Think again, enemy Havoc!" He shouted. I heard a missile being fired, and it struck just 10 feet away the other side of the UAZ. "RUN!!!!!!!" Summer yelled, the first time she talked since I left the BTR. We ran away, but it was useless. The Havoc fired again, this time, hitting the other side of the UAZ. The three of us were sent flying. I hit the ground hard. I looked up, struggling to stay conscious. I saw the Russians running towards us. I was out of hope. I blacked out.

Chapter 22: End
Dylon's POV

I woke up a short moment after I fell unconscious. I witnessed a Russian grabbing and throwing the other two to the ground when they tried to get up and run away. They just laid there in pain. Then the russian who looked like he was in charge walked over to me. He grabbed me by the shirt collar and dragged me over to the other two. I still fought to stay conscious. "You're the one." he said in a menacing tone. "You're the survivor I heard about. You will join the other two." He said. I knew he meant my parents. "Don't kill them, I don't care if you kill me!" "You are obviusly more troubled with the deaths of others than your own. Very well then." He said, as he walked over to Damian and Brianna. He pulled the slide on the gun and pointed it at Summer first, most likely to traumatize me, shooting the girl first. "NO!!" I shouted, which somehow snapped me fully awake. I ran right in front of her as the Russian fired. The pain tore through my leg. I slowly turned over. I watched as Damian got up and started to fight the russian for the pistol. "You have killed enough people." He yelled. "They will NOT join them!!!!" He shouted in anger as he slammed the russian dead-on in the face three times, before jumping and grabbing his head. He then slammed the russian's head against his knee. This clearly hurt the russian. "Kill him!" he shouted, knowing he was beat. I looked around. The Russian's MP-412 revolver had been knocked out of his hand. I reached for it. Two bullets. I looked around some more, and found two speed loaders with bullets in them. "Let's do this." I said, as I fired the first bullet at the Spetsnaz Commando, who was the leader. I shot him first so Damian could have a shield. Ironic that I had to give him one, as he was the kid whose last name was Shields. Anyway, I fired another bullet, taking out a sergeant with an AK. I fired again. I heard a click. The officer only loaded 3 bullets. One was the bullet I took for Summer, the other two I had just fired. I reloaded the revolver and fired a few more times. I reloaded, and I was down to the last set of bullets I had. I fired at one soldier, then another. The last soldier then charged at Damian with an AK, he was presumably out of ammo. He bashed Damian in the face, then pulled out his pistol. I had one chance to save him. Without thinking, I quickly fired the gun. It struck the man in the forehead. I waited for Damian or Brianna to get up. Neither did. Just then, more Russians arrived. ''No. Not again. ''I then heard a Helicopter engine- no, two helicopter engines. Suddenly, machinegun fire from above tore the first truck apart. An Mi-24 Hind arrived, but was quickly shot down. I saw a rope fall in front of us, and Marines roped down and started firing at the russians. Then, Paul, Jun, Alex, Dan, and Caden roped down from the other chopper. They had been given their equipment back. One of the Marines walked up to me. "U.S. Marines, 1st Force Recon, we're here to help you!" the Marine said. I looked up and saw a cargo plane circling the area. "Warbird, we need more fire on incoming Russian IFVs, now!" the Marine said into his radio. "Warbird copies, comin' down." I heard into the radio. I saw the "cargo" plane fire a few rounds into the russian tanks, rendering the tanks useless. It was an AC-130U gunship. I looked around some more. These marines were force recon, they had access to newer and better weaponry, such as the M240B machinegun and HK416 rifles. I then started to black out. I looked around some more, there were two blackhawks, and a pair of gunships arrived, one was an AH-1Z Viper, the other, an AH-64 Apache. The Force Recon was really helping us, epecially since they were bringing in so much support. I blacked out for a second, and when I came to, I was in a basket, being lifted into the helicopter. I looked down, and the same was being done to Brianna into the other helicopter. Damian could wait, Brianna and I had more serious wounds, and he had already been treated for his wound. I looked up, I was almost to the top. I started to black out steadily. I didn't do anything about it.

''It's gonna be all fine. Many of your friends gave their lives to help you. You're gonna make it. ''

Epilogue: Recovery
3 days later - Dylon's POV

"Hey, Dylon." Caden said as he walked up to my bedside. I was in the hospital. I was nearing the end of my recovery. "I talked to one of the bigshots, like a Colonel Major or some dude like that. He said he heard of you. He is putting the unit back together. However, he is not letting you or Damian join for a few months." he said. "Why?" I asked. "He said he doesn't want the best ones in the group to take even more damage. He wants you to make a full recovery and be back in shape before you go in fighting again. But I think he was drunk or something, because he would have never said you were the best one in the group. that goes to mua." I rolled my eyes. "Who will I stay with?" I asked. "I did some talking with some of the others. There were a bunch of guys who were willing to accept. but in the end, I only thought two of them were good. It's your choice. "Well, who are they?" I asked. "Come on in." He said. He opened the door. Summer and Damian walked in. "Now, if you don't want to stay with either of them, you can always stay with the awesome Caden." he said, smiling like he was popular or some other stupid thing like that. "Yeah, you must be super cool with a last name like Jelly-brain." I said. Summer and Damian snickered. "Especially if it reflects on how smart you are." I fought to control myself. "Hey, I don't have much choice over my last name!" he said. I snickered. "Poor you." I then said. "Would you just choose who you're gonna stay with?!" Caden yelled. I thought for a moment. "I'll go with Damian. to the recovery shelter. I'll bribe the workers into serving one of the best, but youngest fighters." I snickered. "But, I want to be able to leave when I want." "Why?" I asked. "To see my friends." I said. I turned towards Summer. "And you." She smiled. "Group hug." I remembered how hard she hit me that one time. She was strong. Too strong. But she didn't take that into account when she squeezed us as hard as she could. Damian said, "This is so great." in a tone that I could tell was just to fool one of us. He then quickly whispered to me, "I'm losing feeling in my arm!" I whispered back, "Me too!" I wasn't lying. My arm became numb quickly.

The End

Chapter 1: Peace
"It's really nice here. Just you and me, alone." Summer said, her voice in a soothing tone. "Yeah, it is pretty nice." I replied. She put her arm around me, and I did the same. Summer was my girlfriend. I have said it out loud before, but not without teasing from the others. Particularly Caden. He seemed to think for whatever reason that he was the coolest thing ever, and he would look down on the others that he hadn't known since birth. Particularly me, the newest member of the group, and the second to last, behind Summer, who was only a week or two behind. However, we were in an abandoned city, where our group was hiding out at. The Russians had overrun the shelter at Chicago, and we were separated from the rest of the fighting force. We were probably not too far from the Illinois-Michigan Border. Anyway, Caden wasn't around to make fun of us. Dan wasn't around to fire a paper hornet at my eye when I was with Brianna. They were at a small 3-story complex a half-mile down the road. I could finally enjoy a quiet, peaceful night.

My cell phone rang. "I'll wait, if you want." Summer said. "Nah, probably Paul trying to prank call me." I said. that was another thing. Everyone seemed to have their own way to make fun of us. Alex would hoot if we tried to kiss. Jun would do something to make me look bad in front of her, like throwing a bucket of mud on me right before my- "quality time"- with her. Damian would pull some prank on us, like hiding a whoopee cushion somewhere.

Anyway, I ignored the phone. It went to voice mail. All of a sudden, Damian's voice filled the air. "Dylon, if you can hear me, I have no idea why you think Summer is so much more important than my call, but that doesn't matter. Jun saw a group of Russians enter your area. You better get out of sight now." the voice mail ended. "Sorry Summer, party's over. Time to pack up and move." I said. We ran to the edge of the rooftop and climbed over to the next. I quickly unzipped my coat and produced a heavy, black object with a special grip. The object was a Heckler & Koch USP Compact 9mm. I had chosen it over the M9 I previously carried, as even with a smaller magazine, it was smaller, and much lighter. I knew I would need it. I had gotten in close situations many times with the russians. However, I was prepared for them now, thanks to Jun and Damian. I had the highest kill count in the group, and I was feared throughout the Russian ranks.

''Not this time, you won't get me. I am Dylon Harris. You'll never get me. ''

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"I know you have heard of Dylon Harris, correct?" the prisoner said. Viktor Ivanov responded. "I have. However, that is irrelevant. What was your business?" Viktor jabbed the prisoner, Robert White, in the stomach. "To find him. He is a hinder to our operations. I know you have tried to capture him." White said. "What are you getting at?" Viktor asked. "If you help me, I will help you. Kill him. Capture him. Do whatever you wish, so long as he is out of the way." he said. Viktor smiled. He wasn't going to be able to torture him with blades, but he was presented with a golden opportunity. "What will I get when the deed is done?" he asked. "Money and intel. I lead Rojo Punal, a criminal organization with members in almost every city on the continent. We will even assist you. Agree now, state what you want for us to do to help, and release me. I will notify my brothers." Viktor thought for a moment. "Very well then. I want your men to conduct the most extreme of psycological warfare. He may break alone from that. If he does not, then we will swoop in and he, in the eyes of the world, will vanish. Guards, release him." he said. White was escorted out of the building. One of the guards leaned over to Viktor. "With all due respect, sir, was that a good move?" he asked. Viktor responded. "He will be closely watched. I still do not believe him. I want him to think he has all of the aces. But he does not have them. We do. He is only a criminal, an outcast." Viktor said. He smiled, then walked away. The guard resumed his duties.

Chapter 2: Sudden
We had passed 6 buildings when I saw the Russians below. They were on a scouting mission, being escorted by a UAZ and a BTR. "Damn it." I cursed. It wasn't my first time. "They have armor. No way we can get them." I explained. "What do we do, then?" Summer asked. "I'll figure it out. Get back to the complex, you'll be safer there. I'm gonna meet up with Jun for right now." I said. "Okay." she said. We headed our separate ways.

I then ran to the other edge of the building and began to rappel down using a rope I found. I got to the bottom, and began to search for Jun. I knew he was around here somewhere. I kept looking around, quietly calling his name. No answer. I had to shout louder, but I knew if the Russians heard anything, I was as good as dead. Even if I was the feared Dylon Harris. When there was no answer for two minutes, I knew something was wrong. My bones shook and my heart jumped briefly. I drew a flashlight and my USP, and began to scan the area. I was getting worried. Something wasn't right. I entered the doorway to an old pizza parlor. I quickly scanned the room, and when I thought it was clear, I saw something horrible. There, lying aside a booth table, was Jun. Or should I say, Jun's corpse. There was a pizza cutter covered in blood on the floor next to him. I now realized that whoever had done this, made it purposefully so that I saw it. Otherwise, Jun's killer wouldn't have bothered with such a cruel joke. I quickly turned around to find a Russian with a revolver- six bullets- pointed to my face. I followed my instincts. I knew he was going to tell me to drop the gun and surrender. Before he got the first word out, I jumped to the right. This made him fire two shots. Both missed. I landed on the ground and rolled as fast as I could to the nearest cover. Two more missed shots. By the time I made it to the table, he had countered for my movement. He would hit me. I quickly ducked under the seat. The man fired again, this time, only using one bullet. He had learned his lesson with the other wasted four. I quickly raised the flashlight over the seat so that it would be seen and shot at. It happened perfectly. The flashlight was shot at, and I let out a fake scream of pain. I kept the USP at my side. He walked around and drew a pocket knife. He walked towards me and prepared to stab me with it. I was ready. He swung his arm over his head and swung the knife down. I rolled to the left at the last second and the knife went into the seat. I quickly drew my USP and fired 3 shots, killing the man. I then looked over at Jun's body, my mind telling me this wasn't real. That Jun would, any second, get up and shrug the pain off. But at the same time, I knew he was already long gone. And there was something wrong. If the man had tried to kill me, he hadn't done a good job of it. He should have known that I would have bested him. I quickly searched the body- and found a 20,000 dollar check. He had been paid to kill or capture me. I knew I had to get to safety. I ran out of the pizza parlor and headed for the complex.

When I arrived, it was eerily quiet. I walked in, expecting to run into Caden, who would make a smart-ass comment about me. He wasn't there. I rounded a corner, and I was shocked by what I saw. A blood stain and bullet holes on the wall. I ran around the corner and found Paul on the floor, dead and still bleeding. I ran around some more. I found more blood and bullet holes, as well as a gun on the ground. It was an M1911 with a green tip. I immediately recognized this as Caden's. I ran and found him on the ground as well. He was also dead. I kept running. My heartbeat rate increased. I then found Dan on the floor with an M9 in his hand. He had tried to fight back. He had failed. I couldn't bear what I was seeing. I got even more worried. I knew that Summer, Alex, and Damian had to be somewhere. I searched the entire facility. They were gone. No trace of them. I, however, saw a bullet on the ground. I thought for a moment, then took it. I knew it would come in handy. I packed up and left. I knew what I had to do. I had to find the survivors.

Chapter 3: Prey
"I assure you, White," Viktor said, "Everything is going according to plan. One of my men killed his friend, and he nearly had him. When we found out he died, your men killed every one of his accomplices. If he felt bad for the death of one friend, the death of every friend must've broken him. My men will hunt him down. He stands no chance against us." White was not impressed. "I still want him. Dead or alive, I do not care. I have said this already and I have said it again now. Go find him." he said.

Later, Viktor and his bodyguards headed for a 3-story building. It was across the street from where so many of Dylon's friends had been killed an hour ago. He entered the building and went to the roof, where he met a short figure with skintight black clothes. Only the person's eyes could be seen. "I hear you want to offer your services to us." The figure, who was only known as The Silent Mantis, responded in a feminine voice. "Yes." White smiled. A female. He found this interesting. He then spoke. "I have one assignment for you. I have allied with a criminal organization to find Dylon Harris, the infamous child who is as skilled as a Green Beret." Mantis's pupils dilated briefly. White did not notice. She then said, "I understand." White continued. "I doubt my men's effectiveness. I want you to retrieve Dylon for us." Mantis took some time to process the instructions she had been given. "Yes. Dylon Harris will disappear." she said, before jumping off the building. Viktor walked over to the edge. She hadn't died, it didn't even look like she had any trouble. He saw her run off into the night.

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I wandered the streets. Lost. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, nowhere to stay. It was just like a year and a half ago. Except, this was a ghost town. No one was here. This meant I didn't need my USP. However, it could come in useful. Though I doubt that would happen. My bones shook and my heart jumped briefly. I still doubted anyone would be on my tail.

I quickly turned right. I swore I saw a shadow move in the building's second story window. "Who are you?" I yelled as I drew my USP. I heard footsteps behind me. "Show yourself!" I shouted. I heard a gun cock. "Get away from me!" I yelled. I started running. Someone was trying to kill me. I quickly rounded a corner at an intersection, the ran into an alley. I knew that I had lost them.

A big, buff hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. "You're coming with us." the person said. He started to drag me out into the street. He hadn't seen my USP yet. I pulled it out and shot him. I immediately ran as fast as I could. I quickly looked back and saw 3 Russians on my tail. I rounded a corner and waited for the footsteps to get closer. Then I jumped out from my cover and shot two of them, then quickly went behind cover again. When the third man rounded the corner, I pistol whipped him, and he fell to the floor, his hand on my shoe. I stabbed him with his own combat blade. I couldn't risk leaving him there.

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Andrei had been pistol whipped in the face when he rounded the corner, and the boy had stabbed him with his own knife. As he died, he contacted headquarters. "The beacon is in place, and the boy does not know it. I will not make it back. The knife in my chest will see to that." he said, before clicking it off.

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After that encounter, I knew I had to be careful. I decided to stay afoot. I would take cover. I wasn't going to wander in the middle of the street in plain sight. I would sneak from one shop to the other. I wasn't going to get into another situation again. I was going to be careful, but I also sank into my thoughts. What would've happened to Alex and Damian? Or for that matter, Brianna? Had their bodies been hidden where I wouldn't have checked. No, that couldn't have happened. Whoever was trying to kill me would've left the bodies in plain sight, where they had died, so I would see it. I hd, after all, searched the whole building. Had they been captured? Maybe. Had they escaped? Another maybe. They could be roaming somewhere right now, like I was. I tried to think of any more possible fates.

At that moment, I saw a figure in all-black jump off a roof and land near me. The figure was shorter than what I would've expected. When the figure sprinted towards me, I knew this person was also out to get me. I ran in the opposite direction. Our speeds were matched. I wouldn't get away, but I wouldn't be killed or captured, either, until one of us ran out of breath. I started to gain speed, and the figure started to fall behind. I took the chance and drew my USP. I started to turn around, to fire, but to my horror, the figure was now inches away from me. The person punched me in the face, sending me falling back. I tried to get up, to fire, but the figure kicked the gun out of my hand. Whoever the person was, he or she was a far superior opponent. I tried to bring myself to fight, but this person knew the body well. I was holding a gun at the person eight seconds ago. Now, I was on the ground. The person lifted me by the back of my shirt. I tried to fight, so the person simply grabbed me, and held my neck a certain way. The Vulcan Neck Pinch, as it was called, was from the Star Trek series. I thought it wouldn't work in real life, but this person, an expert fighter, was using it on me. I tried to fight it, but the person only squeezed harder. "Shhhhh.." the person said. I kept tryiing to fight it, but my vision soon started to blur and I felt my grip weaken. I couldn't hang on. My body soon gave in. Everything turned black.

Chapter 4: Limp
I woke up in a dark room. I wanted to get up and find a way around, but I couldn't. I had only just woken up and I didn't want to stress myself. I could only lay there, staring at the ceiling. I eventually found the strength to move. But by then, I realized I had been drugged. I could only move my head. I tried to move my arms, but they were too weak. I tried to move my legs. Same there.

The door opened and a man with a lever-action rifle walked in. "Get up!" he said, aiming the rifle at me. I tried to get up again, but I still couldn't. The man snickered. He walked over to me. He picked me up my the shirt. I was being dragged somewhere. I was thrown down on a table. "Who- are you?" I managed to say. Then panic started to take over. "Where am I?!!" I got scared very fast. None of my questions were answered. Then, the figure walked over. The one who had gotten me so fast. They were watching the man do something. He then got a needle out. "No! I hate needles!" I shouted. They didn't care. They injected a fluid into my body. By this time, the black figure had left. My arms and legs were starting to regain feeling when I was given the shot. My arms and legs went limp again. I was then lifted, and placed on the ground. I was again dragged, but this time, outside to a waiting truck, a Russian Ural, and thrown in the back. I was still scared. They tied my hands together, then my feet. I couldn't escape, even if my limbs regained strength. The truck started to move. I was on the floor with no chance of escape. Even if I rolled out the back, I would still be run over by an armored car.

'Author's note to Wunderwaffle: If you think I am copying the needle part of the confrontation with Narco in Abducted, I am not. I HATE getting shots in RL, and I get extra-cautious around any other kind of needles. That is where I get the Idea.'

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Friend and Midget sat atop a hill, waiting. Compared to other soldiers, they were both midgets, but only the shorter one used the name. The other one wanted the name Friend. They were overlooking a road in the valley. They had a single sniper rifle, an MSG-90. They also had an M4 Carbine, an MP5N, and their sidearms. Suddenly, a pair of trucks and a pair of armored cars came into view. "Midget, up front." Midget ran down the hill and hid by a dumpster. Friend began to aim at the driver of the armored car. He took aim. He curled his finger around the trigger and squeezed

Chapter 5: Ambush
I still was trying to take in what had happened. I was surprised by the Russians, I killed them all, then a short time later, I was caught by the figure. I had earlier overheard two men talking about "Silent Mantis", which I assumed to be the person's name. Then, I woke up, was dragged to the place where I got the shot, and I was now here. I couldn't move, because my limbs were tied up ad were still limp. Then, something happened. I heard a boom, then the shattering of glass, then a scream. The truck stopped. Another boom, more glass being shattered, more screams. I knew what was happening. A sniper. Suddenly, I heard a machine gun.

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Friend fired another shot. He scored another kill. Midget slid down, and when he reached the bottom, he emptied his magazine. A few kills. More shots, more deaths for the russians. Midget began to run to the back of the second truck. When he arrived, he flattened everyone in there with his MP5N. Not a single survivor. "Midget, come in." Friend said over the radio. Midget quickly reloaded and shot the driver of the third truck. "Midget, do you copy?" Friend repeated. "Yeah." Midget said. "Be careful. Don't shoot the HVI." "Okay, I'll be careful." "Got it, Friend out." Midget headed for the back of the third truck.

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I was probably being rescued- if the attackers knew I was there. Suddenly, a figure with an MP5 rounded the corner, and shot the enemies around me. I was being rescued. But then one man with a revolver grabbed me and held the gun to my face. "Leave now or your friend dies." he said. The person aimed his MP5 at me, but when he fired, it killed my would-be murderer. I realized who the person was. "Damian!" I shouted. He quickly climbed in the back and untied me. "You're going to have to carry me. I was drugged, and I can't move any of my limbs." I said. "Right. I'll help you. Good to see you." he said. "Is Alex here?" I asked. "Yeah. At the hill." He slowly half-carried, half-dragged me up the hil to where Alex was. "What happened, Dylon?" he asked. Alex rushed to my aid, helping Damian carry him. "Did you get shot?" he asked. "I got A shot." I said. "Whoever catured me drugged me, and when the effects wore off, they drugged me again. It made my limbs go limp. I don't know how long it will be until I get feeling back in my arms." Alex asked, "Is anyone still alive?" I replied, "Unless Brianna's out there, then no one else. Just us." I said. "Before you ask, I went to find Jun after you called, Damian. I found him dead in a pizza parlor, killed by a guy who cut him with a pizza cutter. It was the cruelest, sickest joke I've heard of. Then I ran to your place. Everyone was dead. The only people or corpses I couldn't find were Brianna's and yours'." "We should get to safety."

Chapter 6: Secrets
"What?!" Viktor yelled. "What do you mean, he escaped?" Viktor was angry. Mantis replied, "I apologize, sir. It seems like his friends ambushed the convoy." Viktor was more enraged now. "All his friends were dead!" Mantis then said, "I looked at the bodies in their former HQ. There were 3 missing." Viktor thought a moment. "I apologize for getting angry at you. He is, after all, Dylon Harris. I will send you again shortly. But one other command." he said, looking Mantis in the eye. "Take off your hood and balaclava." he said. Mantis's heart jumped. "No, I never show a client my face." Viktor smiled. "Are you hiding something from me?" he asked. Mantis thought. "My identity will remain unknown. Not just to you, but to everyone." she said. "Come on, now. There's nothing to be afraid of. I know many contract killers who never masked their name. My best example, Yassen Gregorovich. He never hid his face. He has killed many people and he hasn't been arrested once." Mantis then said, "I will not reveal my identity to anyone. I want to be on the safe side." Viktor thought another moment. He always planned things out carefully. He realized that Mantis didn't speak Russian. "Very well then. You can be on your way now." he said. Then he said to his second in command, "Получить ее и принести ее мне." The guard walked over to the door, following Mantis. He then quickly lashed out and punched Mantis in the back, then grabbed her arms and slammed her against the wall.

"I knew you were hiding something from me, Mantis. All along." Viktor said to Mantis, who had been arrested. Her hood and balaclava that masked her entire face except her eyes had been removed. "But, you will still be of great use to me." Mantis, which wasn't her real name, spoke in a voice that was quite higher in pitch than the voice she had when she wore the balaclava, which had a voice changer hidden in the material. "You'll never get Dylon. He'll know better! I only beat him because I know him. You just lost your one chance at him." Summer said, her voice showing anger and hatred. "Or have we?" Viktor asked. "Get her out of here, I am done with her for now."

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I was with Alex and Damian in a clearing. "Dylon, I was always wondering this," Damian asked, "Why do you love Summer?" I was caught by surprise with this question. "I don't know. I just like her. Maybe it's because she likes me back." Alex shook his head. "Right. Anyway, we should talk about what we're gonna do. We need to find our way to the nearest city. Detroit's not too far away, we could go there. Or we go south, to Fort Wayne. I think we should vote. Damian, what do you think?" Damian then said, "I think we should go to Detroit. They have more structures, which means better protection." Alex said, "Okay. Dylon, what do you think?" I thought for a moment. Then my bones shook and my heart jumped briefly. "Neither. Something is wrong. Something's happened." Alex didn't believe me. "Yeah right, Dylon. You're just cold." I quickly said, "No. My bones shook and my heart jumped. I know this because the last two times my bones shook and my heart jumped briefly, something went wrong shortly after." I said. Damian was interested. "When?" he asked. I answered. "When I rappeled from the roof after getting your call, my bones shook and my heart jumped. I soon found Jun dead and later the others. Then, my bones shook and my heart jumped yesterday. I was soon ambushed by Russians, who i fought off, but I was also ambushed by Silent Mantis, some ninja or whatever sent to capture me. When SM, short for Silent Mantis, ambushed me, that person's attempt succeeded." Alex thought for a moment. "Wait." he said. Damian and I both said a simoutaneous, "What?" Alex then said, "SM is Summer's initials." I thought for a moment. It all matched. The person's short, skinny stature, running as fast as me, superior to me at hand-to-hand combat. The voice even sounded like a girl when i was told, 'Shhhhh...'. I put the pieces together. "Oh, no!" I grabbed my bag and ran as fast as possible. Luckily, I had regained full feeling. The drug had worn off. I checked my holster and realized my gun was gone. I turned back to find Alex and Damian a few yards behind me. "Hey, Dylon. You may want this." he said, passing me a USP .45. Heavier bullets would do more damage. I would need more damage if I was to untangle this mess.

Chapter 7: Situation
Viktor stood over Summer. "Who are the survivors?! What are their names?" he asked. "I'm never telling you!" Summer said. Viktor smiled. She was strong, but not strong enough. He pulled out his pocket knife and hit the button, which made the blade flip out. He held it close to Summer's neck. "I will ask you one last time. Who are the others? The survivors?" Summer could't take it. "Alex Rider and Damian Shields!" Viktor put away the blade and smiled again. "Now, now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. Summer was speechless. She had given the identities of the survivors. Knowing the Russians and how ruthless they were, they would soon have their locations.

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"Damian, did you bring the harpoon?" I asked. We had neared the Russian complex. I knew it because there was tons of Russian troops and equipment, as well as their flag flying on top of the building. They were, however, surrounded by trees, so the complex would be hidden. "Yeah, I got it." the harpoon gun was a Sawed-off Mossberg 500 with a harpoon and rope. It would be fired at the building itself, so we could zipline to it and hopefully climb through an open window. "I'll go first." I said. I fired the harpoon and it latched onto the building. I grabbed the zipline tool and just hung there, letting gravity do it's work. Normally, someone would shout out either fear or excitement. I didn't. If I shouted, I would draw the attention of every Russian in the area. Besides, I wasn't in the mood. I had to focus. I soon landed on the ledge. I had to inch my way across, since I was on the very edge. If I fell, my mission would be failed. I eventally found an open window, wih one tango inside. I looked back quickly. Alex and Damian had just arrived. I drew my USP and fired. The man crumpled to the floor. "Let's get out of sight." I said, as I climbed in through the window. I poked my head out. There was one guard outside the doorway. I shot him. These .45 ACPs worked far better than the usual 9mm. Anyway, we made our way through the building. I had to be careful. When I shot someone, I had to hope no one else was looking. Damian and Alex were hiding the bodies, but it was only a matter of time before they were found. Anyway, I kept walking. I then heard a slapping sound, an angry russian, and a girl's voice. "Guys, that must be her!" I headed for the sound. I could now hear what the Russian was saying. "I am going to give you one last chance. Where are the others?!!" I chose that moment. I kicked the door open. "Right here, Ruski." I said, before killing him. Sure enough, Summer was in the corner. She was probably about to yell something, so I had to quiet her down. "Shhh... Finally, I found you. I'm going to get you out. Damian, Alex, get the guns, we're gonna fight our way out." Damian got an MP-448 pistol, Alex took the AK-74M. I kept my USP. I decided to pull the silencer off. We reloaded the weapons, then left the cell. Almost immediately, 5 or 6 heavily armed and armored Russians met us. "We're in trouble, aren't we?" Damian whispered. I replied, "You think?" There was one Russian in front, he looked like a captain or someone. "Get them."

Chapter 8: Out-everything
The heavy assault troops slowly walked towards us. They had Saiga shotguns and AK-103 rifles with GP-30 grenade launchers. "Guys, on the count of three!" I said. The troops drew near. I quickly shouted, "Three!" and ran. Everyone followed me, and we ran, as fast as we could. I got to the end of the hall and rounded a corner. "Pursue them!" the Russian shouted. We all ran. I got to the bottom of the stairs and found two russians. I quickly shot one of them, Damian got the other. I kept running. I couldn't seem to shake them. Then, to everyone's horror, a second squad of heavy assault troops ran out, cutting us off. I thought for a moment. "Guys, there's only one thing to do. Follow my lead." I said. I dropped my gun. Everyone stared at me. "Go, now!!!" I then said, as I headed for the window. I jumped right through the glass. Unfortunately, I was on the second story. I fell two stories to the ground. It was my worst mistake yet. I had panicked because I was out-everythinged by them. Outmatched, outnumbered, outgunned, outsmarted, out of my mind, out of options. The others didn't follow. I had failed. I knew this when 2 russians walked over to my body. They took a quick check, then started to drag me somewhere. It happpened again.

I woke up in a chair. I tried to get up, but I had been tied again. In front of me was a Russian, the captain dude I had seen before, to be exact. "Dylon Harris. The skilled and elusive child. You have been beaten. I would like to ask you a few things. My name is Viktor Ivanov. You may want to remember it." he said. I then said the most disrespectful, smart-ass comment I could think of. I was punched in the face for that. "You will answer me like you would your mother and father." I then said, "My mother and father wouldn't threaten me with death. Besides, you Russians killed them! Like you slaughtered my friends!" Viktor smiled. "I did not slaughter your friends. The US army killed your friends, not me. I can prove it, too. See this bullet?" he asked, as he pulled a bullet from my pocket. The one I had found at the complex. "It is 7.62 millimeters wide, but 51 millieters long. Our weapon's don't fire that round. Your pathetic army's weapons do." he explained. I didn't believe him. "You're lying! I know it. My father was in the military. If anything, his men would protect me." I shouted. "Now let me go. At least let my friends go." He ignored me. "Where did you get your strength from?" I yelled at him. "Where did you get that mole from?!" He punched me in the face a couple of times. He then pulled out his pocket knife. "Bring the first one in." he said. The other man in the room, simply a bodyguard, left and dragged Damian into the room. "Now, you will answer every question I have. If you make any comment, we will kill him. If you still fail to comply, we will kill the older one." I knew he meant Alex. "If you STILL don't comply, then the girl dies. Then, it will be your turn." I realized how evil this man was. I had to answer every question completely and fully until he left.

Later, he had enough. He left the room. I was untied, but at the same time, locked in. I had to figure a way out. I thought about my place in this situation. I was the youngest in the group. Damian and Summer had turned 14 since I had met them, and Alex was already 14. I was still 13. I had to do something that a normal 13-year old would do. I thought of how scary this would've been for anyone else my age. They would have probably sat in the cornered, scared or something like that. Then it hit me. I had to act like my age. They would expect a highly-trained 13 year old secret weapon. They would not expect a scared little boy. I smiled and sat in the corner. I was going to bust myself out. The circumstances were grim, but I was Dylon Harris. I could untangle any mess. I smiled.

''You proved me wrong, Ruskies. You got me. But you can't keep me down forever. ''

Chapter 9: Unrestricted
When the Russians walked in, they would've expected to see a 13 year old lash out and severely injure them. They instead found a depressed spirit sitting in the corner. "Get up." the Russian said. I complied, a look of fake fear on my face. One of them grabbed my shirt and began to walk me out, the other held his gun to me. I had to choose my moment. I waited until they slowed down. The one behind me had to lower his gun to pass through what I guessed was a security checkpoint. It was a risky move, but I did it anyway. It was risky to have entered the complex in the first place. I knew all about risks. I quickly pulled the russian in front of me, took his gun, and fired at the most cautious officer. I quickly turned around and fred off two more shots, which knocked the life out of the russian behind me. By then, the rest of the russians were on alert. They raised their AK-74s and fired, but I had used the first guard as a human shield. He didn't stand a chance, but I did. I then grabbed his AK and fired it, wiping out most of the security. I ran back the way I came. There were guards outside each door. I killed them all, then opened the first door. I found Damian inside. "Come on, let's go! Take that gun and shoot it!" I said, gesturing to the dead guard's AK-74M. He obeyed. I ran to the second door and kicked it down. "Alex! Get up, grab that gun, and fire!" I said. He didn't say a word. He had obviously learned what had happened the last time he had a gun and didn't use it. He the AK and fired. I ran to the last door. I opened it to find a russian in there, as well as Summer. He unfortunately, was ready, as he grabbed her and held her at gunpoint. "Do not move." he said. I lifted my gun. He pressed his against Summer's forehead. I fired and hit him in the arm that was holding the gun. "GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" He screamed. I fired a second bullet, killing him. "Here, take this." I said, giving Summer the gun. I the ran out and took the last AK. We were all firing, and even a heavy assault troop wouldn't have survived this much gunfire. I think I actually saw one get killed.

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"Viktor, we have a situation!" the man at the computer shouted. "We have lost communication with all men in the cell blocks!" Viktor thought for a moment. "The child is far more powerful than I thought. We will not be able to bring him back alive. Kill him." Viktor said. "Yes, sir. I will patch you in on the loudspeaker." he said. He hit a few buttons, then handed Viktor a microphone.

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We were running to the elevator when the loudspeaker went off. "Dylon Harris, this is Viktor Ivanov. You have failed to comply with me and my demands. I only wanted to spare your life. I have given up on doing that, as you are obviously bent on slaughtering the loyal servants of Mother Russia. You leave me with no choice but to ensure your death. Enjoy the last minutes of your life. Ivanov out." he said. "Ignore him, Dylon. We have to escape!" Damian shouted. I took his advice. We were nearing the elevator to ground floor. We had been in the underground part of the facility. "Dylon, hurry!" Summer shouted. I literally punched the button. The elevator was already there. I got in as soon as it opened. "Wait." I said. "There's bound to be a 'welcome party' at the 1st floor. We'll go to the second floor. then we take the stairs down." Damian understood. "Good idea."

Chapter 10: Marathon
"Listen, when those doors open, we run!" Alex said. The doors opened. "RUN!" I shouted. We stared running. Get downstairs!" I shouted. Someone saw us and began to fire. He missed. AKs weren't very accurate. But they could hit at any moment. We had to get to cover or out of range. When we downstairs, a bunch of heavy assault troops began to fire on us. We ran the other way. "Get to cover!" Damian shouted. I ran to a table and kicked it over. I looked around. No way out. Except...

A window. It had broken during the shooting. "Guys, through that window!" I said. They jumped through, and I followed. We were now outside. "Guys, we've got a new problem. Guard towers!" He shouted, as dirt exploded right next to my foot. "Snipers!" I shouted, and we ran. I made it to cover, then Damian, then Alex. Summer was still running. "Hurry up, before they get you!" I yelled. "I'm running as fast as I can, and I've been doing it for a-" she stopped talking and screamed when a bullet landed right beside her foot. She immediately started running faster. She made it to cover. I then looked around for any weapons, and I found one. An AK-74M with a GP-30 grenade launcher. "Alright, who is the best math person?!" I shouted. "I am." Summer said. "Alright. I know you're good with arcs, angles, tragectories, all that stuff. I'm gonna put that to use. Where do I aim to hit this tower?!" I asked. "I don't know. I need to know the power of it!" she said. "Never mind. I'm just gonna take a potshot." I said. I fired the grenade launcher. It hit the tower, but to my disbelief, it threw up a smokescreen. "These are smoke grenades! More cover!" I shouted. I fired a second one, and we now had lots of cover. "Run, now!" I said as I fired the AK-74. Everyone ran. Quick, find cover!" I said, as the smoke started to clear. We were near the main gates. I fired again, throwing up another smokescreen. It provided enough cover for us to get into the woods. I fired one last time, masking the main gate. I then dropped the AK and ran. After running about a quarter of a mile, I stopped. "Stop, we're safe." I said. Summer ran and hugged me and the other two. It was a good thing that she was tired. Otherwise, she would have squeezed the air out of us. "Thanks for saving me!" she said, as she started to squeeze. "Uhh, Summer, you're squeezing me a bit too hard." Damian said. She let go. The she hugged me. And kissed me on the cheek. I grinned out of amazement. I would have that for a long time. I hugged her back.

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"Damn you!" Viktor said. "How did he get away??!!!!" he shouted. The guard tried to respond. "He- he- I don't know! He took our security checkpoint by surprise!" the man at the computer said. "White will be here any minute to collect Dylon or his body!!! He prepaid me!" Viktor shouted. "No." Viktor's second in command, Lev, walked over. "You have the money. You have more resources, and more powerful resources than White. When he finds out you do not have Dylon," he said, "You can arrest White. He will be in his rightful place." Viktor smiled. "And that, Eer Lev, is why I have you as my second in command."

Chapter 11: Double-Crosser
White entered the facility with two of his guards. One of them, Vincente Sliva, held a lever-action rifle, a Mossberg 464. It was a hunting rifle, but it was modified to fire the .308 Winchester round. The other was Derias Saxon, and he held a Double-barrel shotgun. White himself held an MP5 PDW. Though White could not understand Russian, he could also talk Spanish, a language that most Russians wouldn't know. In fact, 'Rojo Punal' was a Spanish translation of 'Red Dagger'. "Colocar los explosivos. Ellos no nos roban sin pagar el precio." Sliva responded, "Entendido." They met up with Viktor. "Ah, White, my comrade, it s wonderful to see you here!" he said. "Yes, I am quite glad to be here. Is the package secure?" White asked. "Yes. Come this way." he said. Sliva looked around. No one saw him. He pulled out a plastic explosive with a cell phone strapped to it. The explosive was large enough to destroy a building. The cell phone let out 3 loud beeps when it recieved a text. All of the explosives they had He stuck it behind a trash can. Sliva then left the building.

White had one charge strapped to his back, though it was hidden between his back and his backpack. Saxon had the other two. He made sure no one was looking. Then he stuck a device in a trash can. That was their favorite way of hiding Explosives. They walked past a Locker room. Saxon said he needed to use the restroom and gave Viktor his Shotgun. Then he ran in and put an explosive on top of a locker when no one was looking.

They walked to the cell that had Dylon in it. "Open it up, White." He said. White opened the door. There was no one in there. "What the-" White started to say, when his backpack was yanked off and his gun was pulled out of his hands. "What are you doing?!" White shouted. "You are under arrest." Viktor said, as he pulled the charge off of White's back. "Guards, throw him in there!" He said. Two of the guards tied up White and threw him into the prison cell. "You double-crossed me!" White yelled. Viktor resopnded, "I know that." Viktor turned around to find Saxon aiming his Shotgun at Viktor's head. A shot was heard. Viktor did not fall. Derias did. His shotgun dropped to the floor. Viktor found Lev holding his Makarov at Saxon. "It is done, Viktor." Viktor did not smile this time. "Wait a minute. There were three of them. Where is the third one?" Viktor asked.

Sliva watched the base through his binoculars. There was a sudden increase of activity. They seemed to be searching for someone. He chose the moment. He pulled out his cell phone and typed up a text. "Adios rusos." it said. He sent it to "All contacts." However, there were only four contacts on the phone. The phones attached to the explosives. He sent it. almost immediately, he heard a loud explosion, and the building began to collapse. It also caught on fire. "Adiós, rusos." he said to himself, before leaving. He had killed Viktor Ivanov, Lev Sarov, Robert White. He believed he had also killed Derias Saxon, though it was Lev who had done that.

He turned around to find a Russian with a gun pointed to his face. He rolled to the side and bashed the russian with his Mossberg rifle. He then stabbed the Russian with a Red Dagger.

Chapter 12: Rebirth
"So, what now?" I asked. "Well, we head for Detroit." Damian said. "We need to be careful." Summer said. "The Russian army isn't going to let this go unanswered. They'll probably try to track us down again." she said. "Hey. I just remembered. When I killed that one guy in the pizza shop, the one that killed Jun, I found a 20,000 dollar check. I don't think the Russian army is completely responsible. And also, I found a bullet at the site. When I was caught that second time, the russian showed me that the bullet was actually a bullet that our military fires. 7.62x51mm. He lied to me when he said out own military did it, I'm sure, but he showed me the thing against a ruler. Who would've done that?" I said. Alex thought a moment. "They may have paid a mercenary to find and kill you. Like they did with Summer." he said. "Hey, that's another question. Why did you disguise yourself as an assassin, Summer? Why did you turn me over to the Russians?" I asked. Damian cut in. "Summer had radio contact with us the whole time. She had told us that they would bring you somewhere else on board a convoy. She even knew what road the trucks would take. That's how we got to you so fast." I now had many more questions. "How did you get caught?" I asked Summer. "I refused to take off my balaclava and hood, which would've blown my cover. He knew I was hiding something and he arrested me." I asked another question. "Wouldn't he have realized immediately who you were? You know, from your voice?" I asked. "Nope. Voice changers hidden in my balaclava. You want to hear?" she asked. "Sure." I said. She put it on, then said, "I sound different, don't I?" Her voice was far lower. She walked over to me and wrapped her arm around me, and grabbed my neck softly with her other hand. "Shhhhhh..." I understood. I smiled. Alex chose the moment to let out a whistle. Then a paper hornet hit my eye. "Ow! Damian!" I looked at him. "What? That wasn't me, I swear!" he said. He looked around, and then said, "Oh my god..." I looked in the direction that he was looking. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Jun. "I'm alive." he said. We all smiled.

The End

Chapter 1: Crack
The enemy closing in. I watched as my team tried to fight back, but they couldn't. Alex was killed with a sniper rifle. No, no, no, no, no! I thought as he fell. Jun was next. An LMG tore him apart. Just Damian, Summer, and I. I kept watching. Damian was killed by an RPG. I found cover behind a jeep and ran with Summer to it. I huddled close to her. A man with an AK-47 walked up to us. He shot and killed Summer, then me.

I gasped. I had finally woken up from that nightmare. I reran the dream through my head. Our team compromised. Alex falling from a sniper bullet. Holes being torn through Jun's chest. Damian hurtling in the air from an RPG explosion. The man with an AK-47. The look of evil happiness on the man's face as he reloaded. The AK firing, killing both Summer and I. It was too much for me. I quickly shook the dream out of my head. That would never happen. My team couldn't be killed so easily.

I started to go back to sleep when I saw Summer get up and walk to the fire. She looked around and found me looking at her. "What is it, Dylon?" she asked in a half-asleep voice. "I just had a bad dream, that's all." I replied. I turned over and tried to go back to sleep.

I was nearly asleep twenty minutes later when I was interrupted by a distant crack. I tried to dismiss it, but then a very loud thwack followed, as well as a plume of dirt next to me. Someone was onto us again. I looked around and saw Summer, still awake. "Summer, get the others up!" I said, as I ran to Damian, who was somehow still asleep. "Damian, wake up! Someone's trying to kill us!" I shouted to him, even though I was only a foot from him. He woke up. Another crack. Another thwack. Another plume of dirt. I looked around to find Summer waking Jun up. Alex was already up and running. "Alex, gimme some of that wood!" I said. "You want that burning wood?!!" he asked. "Yeah." I said. He quickly picked it up and handed it to me. It was very hot. I threw it into the woods, and set a couple trees on fire, creating a smokescreen. "We have cover now, get as much as you can done!" I quickly packed up our gear. We didn't have much time. "Someone douse the fire!" Summer yelled. Jun answered, "Forget it, we don't have enough water!" I anxiously packed, ready to leave. I kept watching as everyone else got the last of the stuff. "Run, guys!' I shouted. We started to run. Day was breaking. I ran towards the sun. It would take me east. We kept going. "Guys, a boat!" I said, as we stumbled upon a river. The boat turned towards us. I ran towards it, but everyone else stayed back. I soon found out why- the boat had a Chinese QLZ grenade launcher, and the operator was taking aim at us. I turned around. This wasn't Spetsnaz, this wasn't USMC, this wasn't Russian Army, this was someone else. Terrorists? No, they wouldn't be in America. All ports and airports would have been shut down from fighting. I decided that it was a criminal organization as the QLZ fired and missed every time. I kept running. Sooner or later, they would get a lucky shot and kill me. I hoped it would come later, but it would probably be sooner at this rate.

Chapter 2: Slipped
I caught up with the others and quickly drew my MP446. It was a good weapon, though I would have much preferred my old USP 9mm. But the M446 was all I had.

More explosions rocked the place and I ran faster. We eventually found a hill to go up. I ran up as fast as possible. When I got to the top, we reached a bluff. It led down to the river. I realized we would have to go down. It wasnt too steep. "Guys, we're going down!" I yelled. Alex started to say something, but he was cut off by gunfire from the opposite bluff. I began to run down, slowing down and stopping at small rocks that would jut out from the bluff. I waited a second, then ran again. The others followed me. I was nearly at the bottom of the cliff. There were a couple of natural caves here. I decided we could take cover in one of them.

I reached the bottom. Alex would be next, then Damian, then Summer, then Jun. I watched. Alex hit the ground. I kept watching. What happened next, I didn't believe was happening. I looked at the ridge across and a particularly short figure fired an RPG at us. It slammed into the bluff inches from him. "DAMIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shouted. I ran to his body, already on the ground. His shirt was torn, and he was bleeding on his right arm, his back, and his left leg. I checked his pulse. Thud thud... thud thud... thud... thud... thud.......... thud............ His pulse was at first normal, but it slowed down. "Damian?" I asked. No reply. "Damian?" I asked. Again, no answer. I checked his pulse again.

Thud...

Thud...

Thud...

Then nothing. I couldn't bear what had happened. Damian had slipped away. I was saddened with everyone else's deaths, but Damian was my best friend. I didn't know anyone in the team as well as I knew him. I couldn't accept the fact that he was gone. It just wasn't right. By then, Jun and Summer were on the ground. I looked up. There was no one on the cliff. I looked down the river. The boat was speeding away. I couldn't stand it. It was all my fault that he was dead. I couldn't stand it. I walked over to a rock and sat on it. I sighed. "Dylon?" Alex's voice disturbed the silence. I ignored him. "Dylon?" This time, it was Jun. I ignored him. "Dylon?" Summer's voice filled the air. I didn't care. I just sat there. "Dylon, this wasn't your fault!" she just said. I ignored her. It was good that they were trying to make me feel better, but they were lying to do that. I knew it was my fault. Damain's death was my own damn fault. I didn't say a word that night. I didn't say a word the next day, either.

''What have you done, Dylon? ''I thought. ''Damian died because of you. You should be ashamed of yourself. You can go die in a ditch.''

Chapter 3: Effect
"What?! They got away?!!!" Carter Saxon, Derias Saxon's cousin, could clearly hear the anger in Vincente Sliva's voice. "We have caused him a casualty. I brought the body." Carter said. "Bring him in!" Carter shouted. A few guards dragged a body into the room. "Hmm. Run a file check." he said. A man at a computer accessed a database and found him. "Got it. Damian Shields. He knew Dylon since Dylon met him at the academy. He was using a Glock 26. This one." the man said, as he got up from the computer and fumbled around in one of Damian's inside pockets to reveal the Glock 26 Subcompact 9mm pistol. The man handed it to Vincente, then sat back down at his station. "Let's see. He was hit by a car and recovered, he rescued Dylon from a Russian convoy delivering him to us with the help of Alex Rider, he, along with Dylon and Alex, helped rescue Summer Millan, and he was recently killed by an RPG, fired from our own counter to Dylon." he said. Vincente suddenly took interest. "A counter?" he asked. The man, known as Leo Rodriguez, replied, "Yes. He is similar to Dylon in many ways. When one of our members brought a baby here, we immediately began to train him. He already knows 10 ways to incapacitate a person. Not including the drug needle." he said. He then pressed a button. A short figure walked in. "I'm ready." he said.



"Dylon?" Alex asked. I ignored him. "Dylon?" Jun asked. I ignored him. "Dylon?" asked Summer. They were all saying my name. "WHAT?!" I shouted at them. "Please stop this. Damian's death wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. He was just unlucky." he said. "And if I hadn't gone that way, we wouldn't have gotten into that mess in the first place." I said. Alex then said, "True. I mean, now that I think of it, Dylon-" Summer elbowed Alex in the gut. "Ow!" he said. "Quiet." Summer said. Alex didn't say another word. "It's my fault Damian died. I can't believe myself." I said. I then walked away.

"We need to fix this soon!" Summer said. She, Jun, and Alex sat around a fire. "Well, what do we do?" Jun asked. Alex cut in. "I can think of one thing Why don't we go and kill some of those criminal dudes? If that doesn't cheer him up, we can get him into the spirit. You know, take their clothes and weapons and perform a mock assault." Summer immediately said, "No! It actually hurt me last time I pretended to be the enemy! And anyway, say this works. We get Dylon to shake this idea out of his head. Then what? He'll kill us all! He's that simple-minded! That was actally why we broke up a while back in the first place! He wouldn't think first. He would charge into his problems. Act first, think later. He thinks a lot more now, yes, but still! He tried to kill me when I had to go undercover as Silent Mantis. I ran at him, he ran the opposite direction. I started to fall behind or Dylon started to gain. I don't know exactly what happened still. But then he stopped and pulled out his gun and aimed it at me!" Alex was smiling. "I hope you knew I was joking." he said with a big grin. "Wow. You are messed up. Go away!" Summer said. Alex left the area. "Jun, do you have any ideas?" she said. Jun replied, "No. Sorry. However, we could pull off Alex's idea. We would just have to make everything fire blanks." he said. "Blanks? What are blanks?" Summer asked. "Fake bullets. You pull the trigger and it will sound like a bullet has fired. But nothing has really happened. You know how they fire the gun at the beginning of races, or the end of football games? Those are blanks." Summer thought for a moment. "He would still kill us." Summer said. "No. Like I said, everything. Even Dylon's weapon would have to fire blanks. And when he tries to melee us-" Summer cut in. "What's melee?" she asked. "Hitting. Kicking. Stabbing. Slashing. Choking. Bashing. Any fighting move that doesn't involve throwing, launching, or shooting. Anyway, if he goes in for melee, then by the time he gets close enough, he will hopefully realize it is us." Jun said. "Okay." Summer said. "Maybe we can pull it off." Jun then said, "Yeah. Also, try not to be mean to Alex as much. He has a birthday soon. He's turning sixteen." He said. "Well, if he wants me to come to the party, he should stop being an ass." she said. "I guess you're right on that." he said. "We'll work something out." Jun said.

Chapter 4: Reality
I woke up at the sound of rustling leaves. I looked around. Summer was sound asleep. I remembered that Alex and Jun had gone somewhere, and that they wouldn't be far. I fell back asleep.

"Why, Dylon?! Why?!" "I'm sorry, I- I just-" "No. You're too late. There's no saying sorry now. Goodbye, Dylon." "But, Damian, I tried!" I wanted to tell Damian I was sorry. He wouldn't listen. "Goodbye, Dylon." Damian vanished into thin air. Then the others appeared. Mishnick, James, Zach, Jasper, Caden, Paul, and Dan. "You did it again, Dylon. I knew I shouldn't have let you in." Mishnick said. "But, sir, I-" the others vanished. The next figures appeared. I was shocked. "Mom? Dad?" I said. My mom replied, "You are a terrible person, Dylon Harris. Many died because of you. You should be ashamed of yourself." I tried to explain myself. "But, Mom, I-" I never finished. My mom vanished, then my dad. Then Alex and Summer appeared. "You shouldn't be so lucky, Dylon. 10 people's deaths caused by you. You should know what it's like." Alex said. Then Jun appeared, holding an MP-446. He raised it and fired. I screamed. That was when I woke up.

I looked around to find Summer gone. "Summer?" I said. No answer. "Jun? Alex?" I called. Nothing. I got up and drew my MP446, then set off. I headed towards the river, hoping to find one of them. I caught sight of a few trees near the river, and I found 3 people. I looked closer. One of them was Summer, tied to a tree. The other two were near her, dressed in black. I looked closer. One of my strengths was that I had excellent eyesight and I can see far more easily in the the dark than most others. I wasn't impressed with what I was seeing. I casually walked towards them. "Stop trying to mess with me. I know what you're doing, guys." The first figure walked over. He raised a gun at me. "Really, Jun? I'm surprised you would pull something like this." He pulled his mask off. Alex did the same, and Summer pulled away from the tree. She was just posing. "How, Dylon?" he asked. "I can see in the dark. Why did you do it?" I asked. "You are too caught up with Damian's death! Move on! It wasn't your fault! You have literally been sitting on a rock all day! I saw a bee land on your shirt yesterday, and I waited for you to realize it was there. You never did. You just sat there! That bug was there for three hours before it flew away! You need to snap out of whatever trance you put yourself in! Cut this shit out before we all die!" Jun was yelling at this point. I didn't understand. Summer walked over. "Listen. When you saw this at first, it was designed to look like 2 criminal gang members trying to get you through me. And something similar is actually going to happen, Dylon!" I didn't agree. "What happened to Damian was my fault. I can't forget that. It's the truth." I said. Alex spoke up. "You know what, Dylon?! Forget it! You want to die? Because sitting on a rock all day will get us killed! Is that what you want?!" Alex couldn't control his anger. I left.



"Dylon's not focusing. He is too wrapped up about Damian!" Alex said. "I don't know what's come over him. He didn't do this any other time." Summer said. Jun stepped forward. "I think I may know. Two reasons. One, Damian is Dylon's closest friend. They knew each other more than anyone. And the other thing. All the other deaths were in the middle of action. Dylon was preoccupied with what was happening to think about what had happened. And when Damian was killed, those people left as fast as they came. So Dylon didn't have anything to preoccupy him. And now that I think of it, so many people died. Maybe the fact that he has seen so much death is just finally getting to him." Alex then spoke up. "Why can't Summer just kiss him? He would forget everything." Summer looked in his direction. "Really, Alex? You can't come up with one helpful thing? Maybe it would have been better if you died. Damian would have been a far better person right now." Alex then said, "Well, he's dead and I'm not. Get used to it." Alex smiled.Summer then said, "Well. I happen to know quite a bit on medical stuff. And when it's your turn to die, I'll be able to save you. But from the looks of it, I'm not too willing to do that. I would just walk away and not look back as you die." Summer left. "I'm sure she's just joking." Alex said. Jun then said, "I don't know. She seemed pretty serious if you ask me."

Chapter 5: Turn
I just sat there. I couldn't believe myself. I had let Damian die. I just sat there. Unaware of my surroundings. I didn't care if someone came or left or whatever. I just sat there. "Dylon! For god's sake, listen! Damian's. Death. Wasn't. Your. Fault. Now stop this bullshit!" Alex yelled. I didn't listen. Then Jun walked over. "Jesus Dylon! You gotta get with it! Stop sitting there like you're a fucking statue!" Jun and Alex yelled at me a little while longer until Summer interrupted, screaming louder than Jun and Alex put together. "I'VE HAD IT!!! I can't fucking stand you two guys yelling all the time!! Alex is being a fucking ass and he can't think of one helpful thing! And you, Dylon, you're just sitting there! You're gonna die unless we move! I've had it. I'm leaving." Summer left and gathered all of her things. She then headed north, her destination unknown to me. Jun and Alex left me alone.



Summer roamed the area. She had wakled about 3 miles, and it had taken her an hour. She then heard a voice. It sounded like...

"Damian?" Summer called out. She looked around, and then saw him. "Damian, you're alive!" Damian said. "Yeah, some criminal dudes dragged me to their HQ, but I escaped." "Well, thank god you're alive. Dylon is shaken by your supposed death. He sits on a rock all day!" Something changed in Damian's eyes. Summer saw it. "What, what is it?" she asked. Damian said, "Oh. Nothing. Which way to the camp?" he asked. "South." Summer said. "Well, come on, let's go!" Damian pointed, showing her which way was south. Summer had no idea that they were actually heading west.



"What's your problem, Alex?! Summer left, and that will probably just make Dylon feel worse! And we don't need that!" Jun yelled. "Well, you were yelling too loud!" Alex shot back. "And you weren't? You also need to cut this shit out!" Jun caught himself, took a few deep breaths, the spoke quietly and slowly, but firmly. "Listen to me. Why are you being an asshole? What has come over you?" Jun asked, struggling to control himself. Alex spoke more quietly now. "The same thang that came over Dylon. Damian's death. I felt like sitting there all day too. But I saw Dylon and tried to make us laugh. Make myself laugh. I guess I went too far." Jun answered, "Oh. I'm sorry. We should get Dylon to find Summer. That might get him into the spirit."

Alex and Jun walked over. "What?" I asked. "Listen to me, Dylon. I shouldn't have been so mean. I was trying to be funny, my own way of dealing with Damian's death. Now, we should go find Summer. As long as we get Jun to stop yelling his head off, she'll come back." For the first time in a week, I laughed. "Thanks. I needed that." I said. "Now, let's go." I said. I grabbed my crossbow, a weapon I had made myself. I had stolen tranquilizer darts from a dead Russian soldier. I put the darts in a pouch, which I had also made myself, and prepared to set off. I quickly grabbed my MP446 and stowed it away.

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Summer stopped when she got to a river. "Damian? I think we went the wrong way." she said. No answer. She looked around. "Damian?" she called. "Damian?" she called again. Neither call got a response. She started to get scared. She took time to scan her surroundings. It was very quiet. Too quiet. Dylon had taught her that if you are alone after you were just with someone else, then something bad will happen. Most likely an ambush. She looked closely, and saw someone in a tree. The person looked strangely like Damian. "Damian?" she called. The person loaded an arrow into the Crossbow and pulled the string back. He aimed it at Summer. She quickly realized the situation and began to wish she hadn't left. She gasped, then turned around to start running. She covered 3 feet before an anaesthetically-tipped dart slammed into her back. She started to find running difficult, and slowed down as the drug made it's way through her bloodstream. She made it 3 more feet before falling down.

Chapter 6: Search
"Summer?" "Summer!" "Summer?!" That was what we repeatedly shouted. "Hey, Dylon, look at this! I found her footprints." Jun said. "We can follow these. It wll lead straight to her." he said. "Awesome." I said. I followed the footprints north, but they then got mixed up for a second, before turning west. "Why the hell would she go west? I asked. "Maybe she fell, and got lost." Alex suggested. "Wait. There are other footprints here too." I said. "They go side-by-side with Summer." I said. I started to follow them. I then stopped to look closely. The footprints were Damian's. "Wait, these are Damian's shoes." I said. Alex then Jun turned and looked at them. "Wait, Damian must be alive!" Alex quickly said. "Hold on. They may split up. I'll follow Summer's footprints, Alex, you follow Damian's." I said. Sure enough, Alex went away from me, and I ended up in the middle of a small beach by a river. It ended with a note.

"Alex Rider and Jun Xavier, we are the Rojo Punal organization. We wish for one thing and one thing only. Dylon Harris. He is a nuisance. Now, Dylon, if you are the one who is getting this, then I will be happy to tell you that we have your girlfriend captive. Turn yourself in if you want her released. If you do not release her, she will be put down painlessly. I simply wish to have you here. If Alex Rider or Jun Xavier are getting this, then I will offer a large sum of money to be split between the two of you. To find my Headquarters, simply follow the large displacement of soil or sand. Sincerely, Vincente Sliva."

I suddenly realized there was a tear inching it's way down my face, and I wiped it away. I couldn't beleive this. "Alex! Jun! Get over here! Now!" I shouted. Alex came over, then Jun. Alex was holding an unmoving squirrel and an arrow. Jun wasn't holding anything. "What is that, Alex?" I asked. "An unconscious squirrel. I found this arrow in a tree, so I tested it on this squirrel. It puts him to sleep immediately." he said. I asked him, "What wre you doing in a tree?" He said, "The footprints ended right at the base of this one tree." I then said, "Tranquilizer Darts. Just like what I've got." That was another piece of the puzzle. "Anyway, Summer's been got." I said. "Again?!" exclaimed Alex. "Yeah. It says this." I said, then I recited the message.

"Whatever they do, we will not turn you in. Don't worry." Jun said. "I dunno, Dylon, the money is persuasive, don't you think, Jun?" Alex asked. "I thought you swore not to be like that!" I shouted. "Sorry." muttered Alex. "Besides, he didn't say that Summer would be released if you guys turned me in. I have to do it myself." I said.

"Let go of me!" Summer shouted. It wasn't the first time. The man shoved her through a doorway and shut it. She tried the door. It wouldn't budge. She was now in a small room with a toilet and a bed. Nothing else. She had been locked in. There were no windows. No light, except the candle that sat in a glass basket hanging from the ceiling. She had remembered that this had something to do with Dylon. She was tired of being stuck like this. Either tied up or locked in. She knew that Dylon had escaped this many times and decided to take her life into her own hands. Every time she was stuck like this, Dylon would come and rescue her. Not anymore. She was going to breakout herself. This wasn't a Russian stronghold. It was a criminal compound. It would be far more easy than it would have been before.

A few hours later, a short figure walked in. "Damian?!" Summer said. She got up and ran to him, but was punched in the face. "What was that for?" she asked. "For being an enemy of Rojo Punal." he said. "But, I, I-" she started to get out. "Damian died on that cliff. In fact, I was the one who fired the RPG. And then I assumed his place. I led you to that river, and I fired that crossbow. And you were dumb enough to believe it!" he said. "You want Damian's body, here!" he said. He opened the door and another man walked in, dragging Damian's body. "That is Damian!" he said. Summer looked for a second, then looked away. She ran to the corner and kneeled over. A tear splashed to the ground.

Chapter 7: Breach
Thud! The first man crumpled to the floor. He didn't die, but he was knocked unconscious. If there were cameras in that sector, they would have seen a teenage girl running out from behind the man and down the hallway. But, most of the security was focused on the outside. No one thought that a security breach would be deep inside the compound. That particular teenage girl smiled. It was time to leave.

"The trail ends here." I said. We were at a rocky cliff. No path. Nothing. We didn't know where to go. But instinct told me to keep going forward. I followed the side of the cliff. "Alright, listen. Here's the plan. Once I go in, count to ten, then start the clock. If it hits eight minutes and neither Summer or I come out, then you kill everyone in sight. And if you want to, you can offend the people on security in any way possible." Alex and Jun smiled. I took out my MP446. Jun got his MP5, Alex got his M4. I saw a huge building. I was right. I concealed my MP446, then began to stride towards the building. I watched as Alex put down his M4 and begin to set up his MSG-90. Jun walked with me. "Jun, when Summer walks out assuming she does, then I want you to tell her to get to Alex, then attack the base anyway. I can manage." I said. "Okay." he said. We were close enough. "One other thing. If you hear any gunshots, you attack the base." Jun nodded. "Right. Good luck." he said. Jun stopped and charged his MP5. I kept walking. By then, every guard was watching me, their guns trained on me. However, they weren't trying to kill me. The gates opened. I stepped inside. I stopped and turned around. Alex was adjusting his MSG scope, while Jun had decided to stick his tongue out at a guard in a watchtower. The guard responded by sticking his middle finger out offensively. Jun went a bit too far and mooned the guard. I gave him a thumbs-up, then I walked in. "Good afternoon, Dylon. Welcome to Rojo Punal. My name is Vincente Sliva." said a man sitting in an office chair behind a desk. I quickly procured my MP446 and aimed at him. "I have no problem killing you, Saliva." I said, mocking his name. "I will kill you in the name of my mother and father. That's how I can kill without feeling guilty. And if you killed her already, then I'll also kill you in Summer's name as well." Sliva smiled. "Your father was an interesting man." he said. "You don't know that. The Russians murdered him years ago." I said. "You will find out in time." he said. "But for now, we have more important matters." he said. "I told my friends eight minutes. If no one comes out by then, then they will annihilate your security. I'm not the only skilled one, you know. The clock is ticking. I will only drop this gun if you bring Summer out, unharmed." Sliva smiled. "Well, you are one eager man for action. I'll send someone down to get her." he said. He then pressed a button. I was lying the whole time. I was going to shoot him anyway, the moment Summer was brought out and released from whatever they put her in. A guard quickly ran into the room. "Sliva!" he said. "Yes, Leo?" he said. "The prisoner is gone! We found an unconscious guard by her door!" he said. Sliva turned to me. "You have taught her well. And now she is gone. I might as well complete my part of the deal. Leo, bring him down." I quickly backed up. "I said you had to bring her to me. Unharmed." I took a special stance and di not move. I kept my gun trained on Leo. He began to raise his own weapon, but he was too late. I shot him three times. I then turned to Sliva, but he had disappeared. I then heard the clatter of machine gun fire, and a large, single booming sound. Jun and Alex had begun their attack.

Summer ran to the fence and climbed up it. She got to the top and jumped off it. She was now outside the compound.

I shot two more guys as they ran into the room. The first one clutched his stomach as he fell, the other one crumpled and fell immediately. I then left the room and rounded the corner. There was only one way out of the compound. I had to go through the gate. But it was covered from every angle. I could only run.

And I did exactly that.

Chapter 8: Shot
Another man unconscious. Summer had immobilized him with a swift kick to the head. The man had been sniping. Summer picked up the sniper rifle. It was an Armalite AR-10T with an S&B Short Dot Scope and a bipod, but Summer did not know this yet. She felt the weight of the gun, trying to figure out how to hold it. She eventually found a good grip and she looked down the scope. It had 4 lines with tick marks for wind, distance, and elevation. However, this was another thing that summer did not know. All that mattered was the tiny red dot in the middle. She started looking for targets. She finally found one. She started to curl her finger, but paused. She wasn't sure she could do it. To take a life. She began to let go when she stopped herself, again. These people had taken her hostage just to get to Dylon. These people had killed Damian. These people had deliberately tricked her and she had felt dumber than ever. She finally made her decision. She pulled the trigger.

BLAM!

She was pushed back by the recoil, another thing she overlooked. She watched as a blotch of red covered her target. The target tried to raise his arms to cover the wound, but he stopped halfway. He didn't have the strength. He collapsed. Dead. Summer realized how good se felt, taking revenge. She fidgeted with the bipod for a second, trying to figure out how to open it up. She eventually got it. After firing a few shots, the gun clicked. Out of ammo. She ditched the gun, and started to run. They would be on to her.

I ran out of the building, and I did not stop. I only kept running. I kept on going. I would only slow down when I got to Jun. I did not stop. After what seemed like forever, even though it was only half a minute, I got to Jun. I Started to run to Alex when a man jumped out a couple yards in front of me. I fell backwards and he reloaded. It was up to Alex to spot me and the man. Nothing happened. The man was about to pull the trigger when he was hit in the chest. It wasn't Alex. He would have hit him in the back. It wasn't Jun. The shot had come from behind me to the right. He was behind me to the left. After I got a grip on myself, I took the man's binoculars. I peered down them and scanned quickly. I caught a brief glimpse of a figure running down behind a hill. It was enough for me. The blonde hair comfirmed who it was. "Guys, over here! Now!" I yelled.

They ran up and crouched behind trees. "Guys, here's what happened. I went in and I told them to let her go. Some guy comes up and says she is gone, so they tried to get me then. I shot them, and that's what you heard. Then, I ran past you Jun and I was cornered by some guy who had gotten past you and Alex's field of view. He was about to kill me when I heard a sniper shot and the man dropped, dead. It wasn't either of you. Alex was at my 11. You were at my 7. But it came from my 4. It wasn't from either of you guys. I took the binoculars from the guy and looked. I swear to god I saw her." I explained. "If it is her, she wouldn't have done it. She doesn't hve the strength to kill. Have you ever even seen her pick up a nerf gun? Let alone a real gun?" Alex said. "I don't care. I'm going after her. I'm not going to let her slip away. I would rather die myself first." I said. I grabbed Alex's M4. "Hey, that's mine!" he yelled. "Not anymore!" I yelled back. I then started to run towards the cliff, which was where she was headed. I wasn't going to fail. I couldn't fail.

Chapter 9: Intervention
Summer an as fast as she could. She was nearing the cliff when she heard a shot, and a bullet slammed right in front of her foot. She hadn't head one of the watchtower people yell, "Allí, la chica se está lejos! Deje de ella! Ahora!". Now they were after her.

She was taking heavy fire from the treeline, where they were hidden. A bullet slammed by he foot. A hand grenade was thown at her. And then an RPG soldier took aim at her. She quickly turned her head to see it. He fired. Summer had only one option. Go down the cliff. There was a second path below, then a third one at the bottom. She chose the second one. She started to slide down when the RPG slammed into the gound behind her. She lost her grip, and she struggled to get it back, but she was already falling. She hit the rock at the second path and fell unconscious.

She woke up to find three figures in front of her. She started to look up and saw that the lead figure held a pistol. It was Vincente Sliva holding a Kahr K9, but Summer did not know or care about this. "You have been a great inconvenience for us. It is only fitting that you should pay the price." He wasn't going to hold her prisoner this time. He was just going to kill her. She started to crawl backwards, but found herself against a wall. Sliva took delight to the fear in her eyes, and he pulled the hammer back. He aimed the gun at her. "No. No NO!" Summer shouted. She then screamed. Sliva pressed the gun to her forehead. She closed her eyes and heard a shot.

It wasn't the K9 that had been fired. She was still alive. She opened her eyes to see the other two get shot by someone. Her vision was blurry, and she saw a fourth figure, holding a rifle, kick Sliva's body. She wondered who it was.

I had killed Sliva. I kicked the body over, to make sure. I then stared into his eyes. They were lifeless. I then ran over to Summer. She didn't seem to recognize me. "Summer? It's me." I said. I saw a smile slowly cross her face. Then she sprang out and wrapped her arms around me. I had a feeling she had been through a lot. I unfortunately did not notice the lot of troops closing in on my position. By the time we let go, we were surrounded. "Great." she said. "Only one way out." I said. I the grabbed her and jumped off the cliff.

And landed on a matress. "There you guys are." Jun said. "Woah, what happened?" Summer asked. "We stole this boat and put a matress in it to catch you guys." Alex said. "Now here, take some guns, guys. We're definitely going to be chased. Summer, drive the boat." Jun said. We were in a Zodiac boat, and Summer was surprisingly good at handling and controlling it. Anyway, there was an M14, a Mini-Uzi, an MG4, and an MP7. I chose the MG4. Fortunately, I only had to carry it to the side so I could mount it. "Enemies, coming to the right!" That was my job. Enemies to the right of the boat were my responsibility. I cut them down with ease. "Guys, enemy PBR closing in on us!" Alex shouted. Jun took the M14 and shot the driver. One of the passengers shot a grenade at us, but it missed. I watched as four RP guys on jetskis started to shoot at us. Alex took his M4, which I had given back to him, and shot at them. He cut two of the jetskis down. I realized that the other two were in front of me. I got on the MG4 and shot them. One of the Jetskis overturned, the other exploded. Then it happened. 4 zodiac boats, 8 jetskis, 3 PBLs, a propeller plane with a machine gun on the side, and 2 UH-1D Hueys. They were all after us. "Jun, we've got a situation here!" I shouted. The first Huey slowed down, and a solder with an RPG took aim at us. "Jun, now!" I yelled. He took the M14 and shot the man, and he fell out, so the first Huey turned around and left. The other Huey had a machine gun on the side. "Jun, get the other Huey before the first one comes back!" He aimed, but he didn't shoot the gunner. I smiled. One shot, then another, then a third. Jun had hit the engine. The Huey spiraled out of control. The gunner tried to hit us with his MG, but none of the shots came close. Then there was the plane. It was slow, slow enough so that it could strafe us with a side mounted MG. I decided to fight back. "Come and get some." I said, as I pulled the bolt abck on the MG4. It slammed forward. I opened fire. I had to do the best I could without AA sights. But I hit it. It started flaming and it performed a few barrel rolls before plummeting into the river. "Guys, there's a tunnel up ahead!" I shouted. Jun headed for it. We barely fit in it, and the other Zodiacs didn't try this. But the Jetskis did. "Guys, we've got company!" I shouted. I pulled the MG4 off the side to avoid scraping the barrelagainst the side and destroying it, and I took the Mini-Uzi out and shot the first boat. I hit the engine, and it simply stopped. This blocked the other Jetskis. When a second one rammed into the first, they got stuck, and then the third one sent them all into flames. The other Jetskis didn't go in. "Hey, I had seen a second, larger tunnel off to the right. They're just gonna take that one and cut us off." I said. "No, they're not." Summer said. "Why?" I asked. "You'll see." she said. We were nearing the exit. "Now, watch." she said. When we exited the cave, I couldn't believe my eyes. A helicopter slammed into the water right next to us. I barely made it out to be a Russian Mil Mi-28 Havoc. Then an AH-64 Apache flew by. I looked around. It was the most heated battlefield I had ever seen. Tanks, planes, helicopters, mortars, foot soldiers. Everything was here. A huge battle between the US Marines and Russian Army was taking place. I had forgotten that a war was even taking place.

And we had just drove right into the middle of it.

Chapter 10: River
"Damn, you have some crazy ideas, Summer! Are you sure you haven't been brainwashed?" Alex yelled. "I'm fine! Now let me drive!" She yelled. "Guys! I hope you know your vehicles well! Only shoot the Russians, the US forces aren't gonna kill us." I said. I then focused my fire on a PBL, bearing the Red Star of Communist Russia. I didn't care about some stupid red star. I quickly put a few rounds into the Grenade launcher, then a few more into the driver. The PBL stopped, and was soon caught in the sights of a Viper chopper. I started to think we were in the clear, when a gunshot slammed right next to us. I looked back. The RP wasn't giving up. 3 of their jetskis, another PBR, and the Huey were back on our tail. I started to fire when the MG4 clicked. "Alex! I need ammo!" I shouted. "For what?!" he shouted back. "MG4, I need a few more pouches!" I shouted. He tossed me a few, and I quickly loaded the MG again. I shot at the PBR, then the Jetskis. I downed most of them. But there was still the Huey. And it was out of the MG4's range, but we were in range of the Huey's guns. The Huey took aim at us. This was just like when the Mi-8 aimed at us without firing. I thought the chopper had ran out of ammo, but it soon after blew the tires out. It was Deja vu.

The Huey never fired. Rescue came from the least likely source. An Mi-28 flew right over us, firing it's cannon at us. It missed, but it hit the more important target, the Huey. This got the attention of a Javelin team, as a missile slammed into the top of the Havoc. That was one less. I quickly gunned down the PBR and the last jetski. No more RP on our tail. "Alright, guys! Try not to draw attention. Just let them kill eachother." I said. We started to drive way when a few large explosions slammed down a few meters from us. The water nearly overturned the boat. "WOAH! What was that?!!!" Alex shouted. "AC-130!!!" I shouted. "But that's a US vehicle! It's on our team!" Alex shouted. "They don't know that. Summer! Give me the stick!" I shouted. The AC-130 fired what I guessed was the 40mm at us. All the shots missed. I accelerated. The AC-130 seemed to aim all of it's guns at us. I knew we wer doomed.

It didn't fire. It instead turned it's attention to a Russian T-90. Then a Blackhawk came. One man stepped out to the side and said, "Lt. Macey, US Marines! I'm here to get you out! Jump on!" he shouted. The Black Hawk flew dangerously low. Alex handed his M4 to Macey and he used it to pull Alex in. Then Jun used the M14 to get himself in. I quickly made sure my MP446 was secure, then I got ready to jump.

We hit a sea mine. Summer and I were sent flying. I was knocked unconscious immediately.

Chapter 11: Macey
'''I LEARNED HOW TO MAKE PAPER HORNETS TODAY! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! '''

Summer swam through the river, constantly looking for Dylon. She repeatedly took a deep breath and swam underwater, hoping to find him. She didn't. After the fifth try, she found him. She swam down and lifted the body, and swam to shore. "Summer, over here!" Alex yelled. When she made it to shore, Jun ran over and took the body. "Please don't let him die!" Summer shouted. Jun ran towards Dylon's body, but was pushead away by a medic, who began to perform CPR on Dylon. On the 8th try, he gave up. "I'm sorry. He's gone." he said. "No." Summer said. She ran to Dylon and performed her best imitation of the Medic's procedure.

I coughed. Everything was black, but I realized my eyes were closed. I opened them, to see Summer kneeling down over my body. "Thank god you're alive!" she shouted, then squeezed me as hard as she could. "You know, Summer, you may end up killing him." Alex said. Summer loosened her grip a little. "Yeah. Thanks. Can I get up now?" I asked. She let go, and I stood up. The medic walked over and said, "I'm Sergeant Walter. We're sorry about what happened, with the AC-130. They should've known better. Even if they didn't see you, they should have identified it as a US vehicle." he said. "Nah, I don't blame them. We actually stole this from a criminal gang, trying to kill him. It was her insane idea to drive right into this, to shake them off. But they kept going anyway. In fact, one Russian chopper actually saved our lives." I said. "How?" Walter asked. "If you saw a Huey around here, that was them. A Havoc shot it down, but they didn't know they had just saved us. They never found out, either. Poor pilot didn't stand a chance against a Javelin." I said. "Yeah, it's an amazing weapon. Come on, we've got to get you out of here." he said. Jun spoke up. "Well, Harris, you did it again." he said. Macey was surprised by this. "Wait. Your last name is Harris?" he asked. "Yeah. So?" I said. "You are Dylon Harris." he said. "What are you getting at?" I asked. Macey spoke slowly and clearly.

"Dylon Harris. I knew your father."

My eyes widened.

By BBP09