War

I dedicate this memory to my husband for helping me find a building path toward his war history… thank you, love you, sweetie…

Year: 2019.

Alaska, Cluland, Srasi Compound.

Six O'clock and sunset at the Srasi compound.

The base consists out of one barrack-room, a control room, a kitchen, and a watchtower.

There is also a fueling station, all surrounded by snow and pine trees.

Lovely, isn't it?

About 300 meters to the south a group of Elite Special Force known as Gamma 6 (Which is us,) is observing the compound.

We have been sitting ducks here for the last 3 days, scrutinizing them.

Gamma 6, assigned to locate and eliminate the Srasi member, Seth Gridlock.

Overlord adjusts his vest and shifts his gun aside to rest his arms "All right men, it is almost 7 sharp and almost strike time, Speer, how is that watchtower looking?"

Speer, known for his precise sniper shooting, red curls, brown eyes, and insanely skinny.

He only used old school projectile-based sniper rifles, he preferred it this way, since laser-based sniper rifles only give away position during nighttime, and it suited him better.

"Two Bogy's sharing a smoke, Sir, should be about 7 minutes before one return to the kitchen,"

Overlord chuckles uncomfortably, "Suckers, we wait until they have supper, then we stick 'em up,"

Overlord was a fearsome, yet eccentric leader, has known him since I was a lad.

King screw the barrel on the heavy gun "Sir, I have installed silencers on all our arms, this should dampen the sound and the light rays that these weapons submit,"

"Great work sonny, those bastards will get what is coming to them,"

King, the youngest member of the crew, known for his title in cage fighting and weapon designing, gray eyes, black marine cut, and athletic build.

"Wait, do you smell that?" Speer nods towards me spying through the binoculars, "You will never believe this bro,"

I take the binoculars from his hand and spy myself, "Are you kidding me? They are using charcoal, what in the world, 3 hours before supper time, max,"

Flash shifts his back against the wall comfortably with bend arms behind his head "I don't mind, I can use a lazy aged rump,"

Flash, known for his ability to reload weapons at insanely speeds and speed talking, but lazy whenever he gets the chance.

Green eyes, brown shoulder-length hair, and muscular,

"Change of plans men, Speer, you will take out the chief guard on the watchtower on my command,"

"Renegade and I will push forward and cut through the fencing, while King and Flash distract them with suppressive fire at the front. Speer, you will observe and help them all in need…"

"Once Renegade and I are through the fence, you will open fire on the gas tanks; those bastards will never know what hid them. I don't have the patience to wait for a rump… once the extra smoker leaves, we attack, and who's with me?"

All subordinate members cheer "Sir Yes, Sir,"

"And don't forget, we should take photos on sight,"

Speer peer through his scoop towards the sight him and I have been spying on for the last 7 minutes,

"All right Sir, Bogy just cast his cigarette butt and climbing down the ladder,"

"This is our cue, let's go, men,"

Overload and I creep through the trees towards the side fence, we reach an immense rock and slam our backs against it.

Overload blinks his laser towards Speer, and within seconds, the guard drops from the watchtower,

I peer at his position and the sound of the Chef peers through our ears.

"Shit," Damn right its shit, we have just alerted the whole damn compound.

"I knew this plan wasn't foolproof," Overlord glances at me annoyed.