Chapter 16

Since the morning jog, I have been avoiding Damon, but I won't be safe now, it is time for our briefing and I would be alone with Eric, Michael, and Damon so avoiding him are as good as impossible right now. I sat on my own side of the table which was on the right side of Damon. He looked at me for a second but turned away when his eyes met mine. He put the file on the projector which showed a list of people. Getting up from his chair he moves to the front, the outline of his six-pack showing through his black t-shirt but his stern and cold look just made the entire scene better. He would make a wonderful overbearing CEO back to the matter at hand.

"These people are the hostages kidnapped," he pointed at a woman maybe in her end thirties, "Jonea Mersil, female, 40 years old, Counselor of the Queen and her best friend, has an illegitimate child, is not married, and is a lady in the royal court. Next, Senaia Potis, female, 70 years old, the Queen's head maid, and the Queen's maid since her early years, married, 6 children all abroad. This one," He pointed at a man in his twenties who looked dull and as if all life was lost from his eyes, "he is the King's nephew, Prince Silviu Reyes, male, 22 years old, has a history of depression, not married, no children."

He turned from the screen turning to us.

"I have been notified that we have gotten this unit's name, Tiger Commando Unit. Under the Tiger unit, we are separated into two other units, the medical team is the Panda Unit and the normal soldiers are the Wolves. This is classified information, for now, the rest of the soldiers will be notified after this briefing. Everyone should ask around to get the codenames of all your teammates on this mission, you should have memorized the list by now but that is for every team to settle. Moving back to these people." He turned back to the whiteboard.

"These people have been kidnapped by the Black Rose lead by Erica Torres or Sanchez. The mission is simple. Find hostages. Save hostages, alive. Capture predators, alive, but if needed kill them. The Maldovian Council has given us the authority to decide what will happen to them after all their Leader is originally a Civilian of the kingdom of America. Shooting is allowed. Explosives are allowed with my confirmation, not until the hostages and other prisoners are out safely. We received Intel that there are two young girls among the Kidnapped who have no connection to the royal family. Their family, living conditions, name, birthday we received no information on that. Just that both children are girls and range from the age of 6-10."

Eric raised his hand to which he nodded at him telling him to continue.

"Those children can we rest assured that they are not one of them and are sent to spy on us playing victims?"

He shortly nodded.

"Just what I taught, we are going to be keeping an extra look on them until we find information on them. Once we have them, Lorraine will send their blood samples to the police station and figure out their identity, such as name, family, age, date of birth, every single family relation I want everything in a file. Till we have that we are going to keep them isolated from everyone, they could be dangerous or even work for the other side, but before we jump to conclusions we must make sure those kids are out of danger first."

I nodded writing down my tasks in my little notebook.

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We made our way out of the camp towards our perspective cars, once again I shared a ride with Damon, Michael, and Zoey, and again the entire ride was spent in utter silence. The only sound that was heard was the crickets that lurked in the bushes. We left in the same teams like last time, even though this was a rescue mission we cannot broadcast our arrival for everyone to know. It would be welcoming death with our arms wide open.

"So before we get in," Damon began speaking his voice as cold as Ice, " If I am not mistaken Zoey's codename is Monkey, Michael's is Sky and Lorraine's is white wolve while mine is black wolve. Are we clear? We will be moving as one. Unit two are the snipers they will have our backs and Unit three and four will be our gatekeepers. No one is going in or out and we all come out alive. It's too much paperwork if one of you dies."

I blinked a few seconds, did I just hear him right. He actually uses the same motto as me. Zoey nudged my ribs winking at me, her entire expression shouts 'go get em' rolled my eyes and leaned back in my car seat ready to kill some Asssholes.

I remember the first time I killed someone, I was devasted but someone told me that by that one kill I saved a thousand people, at first I couldn't believe but when I figured that what he said was not a lie and I have been living on that if one kill can save the lives of so many more I would do it over and over again. Sadistic, I know, but as soldiers, we are trained to think for and only for our Country, I have been doing it for 5 years and I will continually do so.

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We parked the car about 1 km away from their base so they wouldn't catch a whiff of us and attack. We were practically seeking upon them and taking them out one by one, to complete our goal we don't have our camouflage clothes on but are clothed in our black uniforms, which consisted of black cargo pants with very many pockets, black tight long sleeves, bulletproof vest, and military combat black boots. My head was covered by a not-so-big helmet that too was bulletproof and covered my mouth and half of my face leaving only my eyes to a view. Which also seemed like a huge problem, I was always told my blue eyes especially stood out when I was wearing all black, I love my eyes but I want to keep them I have to protect them, I took out the contact lenses in my pocket and put them in my eyes with the help of the side mirrors of the car. Damon stared at me as I did so yet he didn't utter a word, I appreciate that he decided to respect my privacy and left me to my fate. It was hard enough to become a soldier talk less of being a female soldier, my Father knew I had it in me and he knew I needed this so put his pride and love for me aside and allowed me to fulfill my wish. But it didn't stop the sexism between the rest of the soldiers. It took me years to become the admirable person that I am now and I am more than proud to be called Major Lorraine.

"Unit one. Respond."

The headphones in my helmet echoed with Damon's voice.

" Unit one present," I replied to everyone in our group, he nodded subtly at me.

"Copy that. Unit two report position. Sniper."

There was a crackling noise heard before Shawn aka. Frog replied.

"Snipers in position. Target locked."

"Copy that. Unit three report on your angle."

Not a minute went by before Jeffrey aka. Mouse replied.

"Northwest target locked. Reporting enemies beyond the count of fifty. No movements or actions are recognizable. Three entries each guarded by four Guards. West Side is the most accessible. Northwest is under control. Southside holds tight security. Precious Cargo spotted at the West Side."

Did they seriously name them Precious Cargo?

"Copy that. Unit four, report position." Miriam aka. Snowball a girl I met a few days ago talked.

"Unit four reporting. Guards at the West Side are unconscious and tied up, gagged and all their weapons have been confiscated. No signs of movement, Unit four requests for permission to proceed to scan the area."

" Copy that. Unit four, permission granted. Advance. Unit three Advance progressively towards West Side. Unit one, make a move towards the south entrance and find out what they are hiding there. Kill enemies in an instant. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir." Our voices were barely a whisper but it was effective.

"Unit one, go through the bushes stealthy towards the south wing, there should be a shortcut that can provide a convenient entry."

We nodded and followed Damon's lead, it took us fifteen minutes of sprinting like Ninjas to finally reach the south wing entrance, this is nothing new after all the morning jog isn't to wake us up but to train us for situation and missions like these.

"Unit three report advancement."

"Unit three reporting," the voice of Mouse was heard in my helmet as a whisper.

"Precious Cargo spotted, enemies are pooling in, Unit three ask for back up."

"It's a fucking trap. Unit one, change route and move towards Westside and kill every one of them."

Everyone in Unit one, Damon, Zoey, Michael, and I changed our route towards Westside.

"Yes, sir."

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