Suicide (excerpt)

A team of highly trained army forces are told to hunt and kill. This is their story.

 “We got to go!” Ordered Eagle.

The team ran for their lives.

Then.

“Stop!” Screamed an unfamiliar voice.

Around the grey corridor was a trio of men, armed with AK-47’s.

“Take ‘em out!” Shouted Sparks.

The enemy fired, rounds of ear-piercing bullets hissed in frustration as they missed the teams flesh.

The enemy reloaded.

“Fire!” Shouted Eagle.

Sparks edged to the corridor and fell back to the wall as another barrage of blood thirsty bullets hissed past him.

He jumped out; commando rolled and landed into an expert crouch, and fired his Scar-H.

The automatic light machine gun spat death, as Sparks trained from one target to another.

The blood flowed like a river as the men fell to the ground.

He ejected his clip and put in another one.

“Come on, coasts clear!” Shouted Sparks.

Sparks was up and running now, his new team hot on his tails.

They got to the titanium doors.

He waited at the doors, blood and sweat glistening on his forehead.

His team caught up, panting.

They took their position at the door.

“Ready?” Asked Eagle.

An explosion shook the structure violently, sending a thunder through the halls.

Sparks planted the C4 on the door and cocked his Scar-H.

“Blow it!” Shouted Panda.

Sparks got his hand held trigger and pressed the button.

The doors blew off its hinges, and flew through the air.

They counted to two.

And sprinted.

The enemy soldiers poured out of the barracks, taking up positions around the rim of the rock and metal structure.

The team stood, paralysed.

An army of about five thousand at least, and three tanks were stood poised ready for killing.

“Stand Down!” Boomed a voice over a microphone.

“This is getting old!” Cursed Panda.

“I said stand down or you’ll die from where you stand.”

The team ran back inside.

“So what’s it going to be?” Boomed the voice again.

“What’s your name?” Shouted Eagle.

“Ali Bin Ruck, president of this entire island, the leader of the mob.”

“Well then ching chang chong man, GO TO HELL!”

Gun fire erupted, the ear-splitting bullets hissing past into the corridor.

“Throw a flash!” Yelled Panda.

“Cover me!” Replied Sparks.

Sparks grabbed a cylinder with a lever attached to it.

He pulled the lever apart.

One, He thought.

Ear-piercing bullets screamed past them, more adding to the barrage every second.

Eagle was firing though, taking down men with each shot.

Two, thought Sparks.

Panda was firing now, although not his specialty, he was accurate enough to bring down men, his skills with a gun honed to a knifes edge.

Three.

The tanks were firing now, sending massive explosions, sending bits of rubble and earth everywhere.

Four.

Sparks threw the cylinder with all his might at the army.

They ran into the safety of the corridors.

The building shook violently.

“What the hell’s going on?!” Yelled Sparks.

“I figured out a plan but we need a sacrifice.” Replied Eagle.

They all looked at Sparks.

“D****t, I hate y’all.”

“Sure am.” Chuckled Panda.

 

Ali Bin Ruck grinned with triumph.

Finally, he thought, I get my revenge on the Americans.

He surveyed the field.

There was a rocky field, with bits of metal outlying the very rough parts of it.

Then there was a metal building, built in the thickest part of the volcano, built originally as a control room.

But now a graveyard for this American scum.

His hulking metal beast rumbled with impatience, the whole carriage shaking with anticipation.

He grabbed his microphone and held it to his cracked lips and bellowed, “You can come out peacefully, or I’ll destroy you, American scum!”

 

“Let’s go!” Shouted Eagle.

“Oh wait, we forgot the damn scientist!” exclaimed Panda.

“Let’s get the idiot!” Shouted Sparks.

They ran down the hallway and found a room, saying:

Room 101, Torture Chamber

They battered into the room without hesitation.

“Wha…” Cried a voice before Panda’s Desert Eagle roared death, bursting his face into a bloody firework, squirting skull fragments and brains everywhere.

Then it was over.

The corpse fell onto the floor, blood pumping out of its mutated face.

There he was.

Hands nailed to a wooden chair, head down, covered in grime and blood, knocked out.

The scientist.

Panda went up to him and punched him in the stomach.

The scientist groaned.

“Wake up doc!” Panda laughed.

The scientist spat out blood.

“Do your worst!” He mumbled weakly.

They unailed the scientist.

“Good thing they were small.” Eagle exclaimed.

Eagle and Panda helped the scientist to his feet.

Panda flipped his pistol and handed it to the scientist.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Replied the scientist.

He staggered over to the back wall and punched it.

The scientist collapsed, cursing and holding his hand.

Eagle, Panda and Sparks doubled over laughing.

“Eagle, he’s gone…” But a groan stopped Panda.

The wall slid out, and then did a 180 degree turn.

And there was an arsenal of guns.

Everything, from pistols to rocket launchers to bombs, the wall had it all.

The scientist picked himself up and grabbed a china lake, an M16, a Spaz-12 and a dozen of these weird looking grenades.

“Lock and Load!” The scientist smiled grimly.

Sparks, Panda and Eagle gasped, and rushed over, picking up guns and looking like children in a candy shop.

After a while, the team had filled their pockets with guns.

“Well, here’s the part where we say good luck and see y’all in hell!” Exclaimed Sparks grimly.

Sparks held out his hand, and Eagle took it.

“Guess we will.” Replied Eagle.

Sparks ran down the hallway and down the stairs, and then he was gone.

“Let’s go, we’re wasting time!” Ordered Eagle.

They ran the other way, the scientist being held aloft, shifting his weight onto Eagle.

Suddenly Eagle heard a noise.

“Oh god d****t!” Cursed Panda.

Eagle threw the scientist around the corner and then hit the deck with Panda.

A slight clang of a small metal object could be heard.

The small object hissed, smoke billowing out.

Eagle and Panda doubled over, coughing.

They retreated around the corner.

Distant shouts echoed down the hallway.

Once Eagle got a hold of himself, he looked around the corner.

The wall of smoke was parting, and outlines of people became visible.

The shouting was getting nearer.

“What the hell are they saying?” Asked the scientists.

“They’re saying we’re dead with an accent.” Panda grimly smiled, although he couldn’t speak the native tongue.

A team of thirty men came into focus.

“Grenade ‘em!” Shouted Panda.

The scientist grabbed one of his grenades, and turned a small dial clock wires until it clicked three times and threw it.

Three seconds later, the screams of the dead echoed through the hallway, turning Eagles, Pandas and the scientist’s blood cold.

They peered out into the hall way, the corner covering them.

There they were, twenty seven men lying dead, some killed in the explosion, some choked on their own blood and some with green skin.

“What the hell was that?!” Cried Panda.

“My latest invention, called Blasters. Anti-tank and infantry. Nuclear radiation spills from it.

The damn idiots wanted me for it, so I made a faulty one and them and it killed a whole battalion. Don’t worry, it’s safe to walk on it, the radiation has a fuse that kills it after a short while.” The scientist exclaimed proudly.

“Ouch!” Gasped Eagle.

They ran, guns poised.

They skidded to a halt.

“You can come out peacefully, or I’ll destroy you, American scum!” A voice boomed.

Before anyone could stop him, Panda walked out.

“I got two things to say,” Yelled Panda.

“Go on.” Boomed the voice.

“One, we ain’t surrendering, two, we ain’t yanks, WE’RE AUSSIES!”

Gun fire erupted from the soldiers.

Panda retreated around the corner, a grin of satisfaction.

Eagle rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, get us killed why don’t you!” Eagle laughed.

“Let’s get out of here.” Panda grinned.

 

Sparks stalked the hall.

He slid to a halt.

The dark, damp corridors echoed voices, and they were getting closer.

Sparks jumped out.

Then he saw something, something that the mob didn’t have.

Headbands.

The startled men trained their guns on Sparks, but Sparks lowered his gun.

“Who are you?” Sparks demanded.

“We are the rebels who are you.” One of the twenty men said in broken English.

“Aussie commando.”

“You know the way out?”

“Yeah, down the hall, to the left, but if you want guns go up and then take the fifth door on the left then go to the back wall and punch it.” Explained Sparks.

They nodded and ran.

“We’ll wait for you on the other side.” They said as they left.

Sparks ran down three corridors and then skidded to a halt.

Covered in moss, dirt, and blood was a sign that said:

Caution:

Radioactive waves may cause mutation, wear nuclear suit.

Sparks picked up the gear and zipped the white lead suit and put on the helmet that went with it.

He then put on his gloves.

“Time to die!” He bellowed.

 

Eagle activated his radio over the ear-piercing noise of the bullets and shells being unleased.

“Tiger! Get a damn airstrike on our position, we’re pinned down, NOW!”

 

Tiger lied down, hawk by his side.

They sat in camouflage, making no sound in the Jungle Mountains. They saw the whole thing, the army, the tanks, and the destruction.

The radio voice call in his earpiece screeched, waking him from his daydream.

After hearing Eagles call for an airstrike, he whispered into the radio, “Copy that.”

He nodded to Hawk, who loaded his gun with a red flare pellet.

Hawk trained his gun.

“Come on!” Screamed the ear-piece.

“Flanker 1, this is Hawk, requesting fire support.” Whispered Hawk.

Red smoke billowed from the volcano.

“Flanker 1 copies all.” Screeched the reply.

One minute later Flanker 1 appeared from the jungle, turning the trees in every direction.

Then it flew over the volcano, and dropped a small silver thing into the volcano.

Then the jet was gone.

 

A screech came from the jungle, and a silver object dropped into the mouth of the volcano.

“Duck!” Shouted Eagle.

Panda, Eagle and the scientist took cover behind the ruins of the metal gates.

An ear-shattering explosion sent a shockwave of heat everywhere, enveloping the whole arena.

The screams of the dying filled the air.

Eagle looked up after two minutes.

All there was were the smouldering remains of soldiers and vehicles.

“Tiger, this is Eagle, do you copy?” Asked Eagle into the microphone.

Panda stood around, gun poised and ready.

“Copy Eagle.” The radio replied.

“How long ‘till extraction?”

“90 minutes, who’s with you?”

“No time, now meet us at the front gate, MOVE!”

Eagle shoved the radio into his pocket.

“Come on!” Shouted Eagle to his team.

They ran.

Gun fire erupted suddenly, sending shells tearing through the floor.

The groan of the gates gets Eagles attention.

They were lowering the titanium gates.

“Damn.” Cursed the scientist.

The soldiers were surrounding them, many who weren’t caught in the explosion.

The gates were halfway down.

They were 100 feet away.

More bullets teared through the floor, the floor becoming dust.

Quarter the way down.

50 feet.

The scientist grabbed one of his grenades and turned the dial, and threw it.

The gate exploded, thrown off its hinges, taking the whole crew with it.

They ran over the remains of the gates and into the jungle.

 

Sparks made his way cautiously through the badly lit halls, gun cocked.

He came around the last corner and stopped.

There were five people talking, from what Sparks could hear.

He jumped around the corner.

“Bonjour ladies.” He boasted.

The men looked around, but there weren’t five of them.

“Damn!” Cursed Sparks.

There were twenty.

Sparks trained his gun on the nearest soldier, and shot him down, blood exploding from his body.

Sparks fired again and again, turning the platform red.

Sparks ran for the corner and reloaded.

He turned to fire again, and saw it.

Right behind the mobs thin lines, was a nuclear bomb, hanging by a mass of rope.

Sparks trained his gun on the ropes, and blew one off with two bullets, then another.

The mob was closing in on him now.

He ripped the last one, and the hulking bomb slid down and hit the platform with a metallic groan.

He ran.

The soldiers weren’t so lucky, as they were dragged down with the bomb and the platform.

The lava hissed.

Death of a Hero

 

 

 

Eagle, Panda and the scientist ran through the thick undergrowth.

A blinding flash lit up 50 meters ahead of them.

They were there in a minute, catching their breath.

There they were.

Hawk and Tiger stood up.

“Wher…” Tiger asked but was cut off by Eagle.

“No time, where’s the extraction point?”

“Due south.”

“Let’s go!”

The team ran full pelt, the thick undergrowth making it hard though.

The team stumbled out of the jungle, and doubled over, panting.

“How long?” Asked Hawk into the radio.

“60 minutes.” The radio screeched.

A distant rumble could be heard.

Eagle instantly looked into the jungle.

“Panda, tiger help me set up a perimeter. Hawk, take the scientist and set him up with heavy weapons.” Ordered Eagle.

20 minutes later they had set up a basic wall and two heavy weapon teams around the cliff.

The rumble was getting louder.

“What was that?” Cried Tiger,

“Tank.” Cursed the scientist.

The scientist got up from the heavy weapon team he was assigned to and grabbed one of his grenades.

A tank that looked very familiar, but badly burned, broke through the tree line.

A voice boomed from inside the tank.

“Surrender or Die!”

Then soldiers, maybe 1000 strong, came into view.

A massive explosion shook the island.

Then, where the volcano used to be, was nothing but green lava and rocks thrown sky high.

“Sparks.” Eagle grimly exclaimed.

“20 minutes.” The radio screeched.

The rev of the car caught the soldier’s attention, and then three seconds later, the tank exploded, sending debris everywhere.

Then a shadowy figure came from the tree line and the soldier to the nearest left’s head burst into a bloody firework.

More figures came.

They then became visible in the soft sun, and then a familiar face was at the front of them.

Sparks.

The soldiers turned, and the commandos fired, slaying heaps in a barrage of blood thirsty bullets.

Then more figures came from the tree line until they were 20 strong.

“Extraction in five.” The radio informed scratchily.

 

Four minutes had passed, and Sparks had four rebels left.

Blood was everywhere.

But Sparks and his team pushed forward, inflicting death.

The trees blew ferociously, and a massive roar filled the sky.

The Helicopter.

“You’ll have to base jump.” The radio screeched.

Eagle called out to Sparks, “You coming?!”

Sparks shook his head.

Panda was the first to go, jumping off the cliff and out of sight.

Then Hawk and Tiger.

The scientist stood up.

And his leg exploded.

He screamed in agony, and fell down.

Eagle ran over and scooped him up.

They ran to the base of the cliff, and with no hesitation, jumped.

They landed with a massive thud onto the helicopter.

“Let’s go!” Eagle ordered.

“Copy.” The pilot reported.

They were carried away.

“Flanker 1, napalm away!” The pilot ordered. Flanker 1 then flew past and dropped clear stuff onto the grounds, and lit it. The team looked in horror as Sparks was engulfed in flame. The trees caught alight, and spread.

What a horrible death for a hero. Thought Eagle grimly.