824 was no fool. He had done this before.
He was drifting in and out of consciousness.
He considering the possibility that he had a problem. The other soldiers riding in the APC did not seem to mind.
By his standards, they were new. A few conflicts here, some unrest there.
The sounds were getting closer, familiar music to his ears. The melody of violence, pain and distress. Some of them were nervous.
A few ticks here and there.
’It’s OK to be nervous, some would die…’
The APC began to slow down. The monitors inside displayed their objective, enemy strengths, and other useful intel.
Green light.
The doors opened, the seven other soldiers quickly sprinted out the doors, to join the other soldiers on the line. He clutched his carbine, ran right past them.
824 was the point man.
As the most experienced, it was his mission to lose. He was not here to fight a pointless battle, he would not make that mistake again. He sighted his first target.
This part was easy, so easy it made him sad…