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Another Day on the Job
1~The Begining

The blue flickering light coming from the doorway of the bedroom signified that the Captain was watching a holographic protection of one of the home-videos of his mate, daughter or both of them. He knew all too well that was forbidden to bring along on tasks such as this, but he didn't care. We are spec-op stealth machines of chaos. We had our own ways to remember home or what was left of it at least one way or another. As long as he didn't give away our hiding place, I was fine with his reminiscing about home and family. Me? My family is gone. Whisps in the wind. They were killed during a terrorist event in Australia when I was a pup. I grew up quick and learned everything I could. His parents weren't around much, and he spent his pup years in a harsh and ruthless city. All I really had was my girlfriend, Sonata. 

My mind cleared of that at the moment when I noticed the six-wolf squad adorned in black, slightly-bulky armor with an emblem invisible to me at this angle. I watched them for a few moments through my rifles scope. My eyes glanced back toward the captain. As I did, a faint breeze swept through the derelict apartment; it carried the scent of ashes, primer and something metalic and acrid. I arose from my vantage point and silently stepped towards the bedroom; my black and slim armor contorting to my movements. He noticed me and the happiness in his eyes vanished, replaced by the cold, hardened face he wore on duty. The hologram faded, shut down, and he stood. He was taller than me by a lot: he was six-and-a-half-feet of pure muscle and brute force whereas I was barely six-foot, slender and ever so silent. 
He laid his huge right paw upon my left shoulder, and I returned the gesture. We weren't just a team, we were damn near family. With his voice dangerously hushed, he spoke, "What's the news on the rampant fools below, Jayce?"

That was my name, Sargent Jayce Strarina, spec-ops sniper and sticky-paws. In front of me stood my commanding officer, Captain Mayne McFurr, brutal-force-applicator and tactical mastermind. With the same tone, I said, "Small squad on patrol, we're still dark. They're clueless to our hiding."

"Excellent, we're moving in five. Pack it and let's get going." He said with an eager edge to his words.

"Yessir, I'll leave a present for them, too. Usual hiding places and so on." I said turning towards my nest of equipment. 

A faint smiled crossed his maw, and he nodded his approval. I turned around took a quick assessment of the cramped living room: all there was in here was a half-burned sofa, a shattered wooden television cabinet and a stained area rug. It smelled horrible in here, but I couldn't really tell through the filter of my mask. I proceeded to disassemble my electronic surveillance array along with my rifle. I packed the electronics into a hardened black case and slid it into my pack. I capped the rifle scope then I removed it from the rifle and tucked it into a hard-case on my vest. Out of my pack I pulled a bar of plastic explosive, which had a high blast yield. I divided it into smaller blocks and placed a small wireless transmitter in them. I then stuck them inside various air vents around the building. Over half the city was dead or on fire. Mayne and I were here to put an end to the tyrant whom put a bullet in the country's leader then he placed himself upon the chair. It was gruesome out in the streets…
Out of the corner of my eye I saw his ears perk back, I heard it as well. Silently and rapidly he mouthed he words, "Squad searching, ready yourself!"

In reply I mouthed, "Charges in place! no trace of us!"

We shouldered our packs, and I unholstered my pistol; a fine semiautomatic suppressed .44 magnum. Quiet as a whisper and as powerful as thunder. He drew his knife: though it was more like a short sword. The titanium blade measured in at twenty eight inches ending in a tanto style point, the rubber-polymer grip was about seven inches long. We left the room and flattend ourselves in two doorways along the hall. Slowly yet surely the soldiers boots thudded closer and closer. The captain was about two meters in front of me; he had himself ready to strike at a moments notice. Quickly he flashed three fingers out of the door: that meant there were three targets. He'd take the first one down then I would fire upon the others. I'd only need two shots: my magnum could punch through near any head protection. I rarely missed my mark. Mayne practiced swordsmanship daily; that was all he could to take his mind of his family on base and missions. I heard the floorboards of the stairs to this floor creak loudly. 
Then a brusque muffled voice ordered to a group behind him, "Stop! I'll sweep this floor, ready yourselves behind me!"

Two voices replied in unison, "Roger, sir"

As he stepped forward, he said, "Stay vigilant, men."

The squad leader was only a meter from Mayne. He stopped briefly to look through the first doorway he approached. Mayne lunged from the door and sunk the blade into the leaders back, missing his spine. I turned from the door and squeezed off two shots: the first smashed into the first targets head just below his eye. The second went through the other targets collarbone. I turned towards Manye to see him with the squad-leader in a headlock.
Heavily Mayne huffed to him, "C'mon, we need to have a chat. Jayce, back inside please. Ladies first."  

"My pleasure, sir. One moment please." I said as I walked down the hall to the two bodies. I dragged them into the apartment we just left. Thankfully they didn't bleed much. 

The squad leader abruptly gurgled, "Whasss gering on! Who'er ya?"

Mayne grinned slyly and whispered, "Her and I? We are no one, but we can be the worst thing to happen to you."

He blacked out from there; Mayne shoved him into a chair. He took out a bundle of zip-ties from his pocket and secured he'd squad leader to the chair. Shutting the door, I whispered, "I'll patches him up hurriedly. I presume we'll need him alive for just a little longer."

Manye stepped back and queitly said, "Indeed we do, Jayce. Great shooting by the way."

"Thank you, sir. I aim to please." A faint grin spanned across my maw. I took my field medkit out of my bag and kneeled behind the prisoner. 

"According to this his name is Rolynd. Rank is Staff Sargent. Age is thirty three." Mayne said after he removed a card from Rolynd's coat. I had began to clean a suture his injury.

I tightened and knotted the thread and said, "Interestig, he should be awake anytime now. I'll let you do the talking."

"Sounds good to me, this shouldn't take too long. He won't be needing these either." Mayne said as he relieved Rolynd of his pistol, which was a Glock 21, his MP5 and coms headset. 

As we waited for him to wake, we had eaten a light meal of two protein bars and some milk, which was a rare treat for us on missions. Mayne showed me pacers of him and his family, and I showed him pictures of me and Sonata. I checked my watch, it was about midnight. 
I noticed Rolynd begining to stir, so I casually walked over and held my pistols barrel to his head. Mayne squatted in front of him and said, "Talk softly now, or I'll have my associate here put you down. Sound good to you?"

He nodded and said quietly, "Fine, I can obviously tell you're here for Bard. He's been here for over six months now."

My contact lenses benighted and opened the file on the dictator here. I whispered in his ear, "We know about him. We're here to end his games."

Rolynd's expression softened, "I honestly hate him. I was forced to join his ranks. It was either that or have my home burned, and my family taken prisoner. "

Mayne maintained his steely gaze and said, "From what we can tell, you're about to be late for a coms checkin. I'll give you it back as long as you won't say anything."

"I'll do more than do more than just kept quiet about you, I'll give you a map of the sewers. One tunel leads right into his fortress at the city center." He said politely.

I handed him his coms set, and he made the call. All was normal and calm. After he shut down the device Mayne cut his bonds. He and Mayne shook hands and Mayne said, "Thank you. Well make sure you're able to get your family out of here."

The three of us gathered our gear and set out for the city center via the back alleys and side streets. We were getting closer.