UNSCDF2 Chapter 12- Young Guns

Haji Aziz Maina, Kandahar, Afghanistan

Haji Aziz Complex

April 6, 2001

2040 Local Time

            Zyrok heard a gunshot and heard the sound of a body drop to the ground. He opened his eyes and saw Frederick holding a smoking SA80.

            “Rescue!” Casey exclaimed.

            Frederick shouldered her weapon and untied Zyrok. Zyrok flashed a smile of appreciation and stood up. Zyrok watched May run up beside Forester and cut the ropes binding her.

            “We got to hurry.” Frederick looked at the entrance.

            “We’ll get Foo.” Forester looked at Casey standing up as May untied him.

            “Foo, we’ll help you.” Casey lifted Foo’s arm around his shoulder.

            Foo groaned as pain spiked to his head from both his injured legs.

            “Let’s move.” Frederick waved as she headed for the door.

            Two armed men rushed out and Frederick swiftly placed a round into each of their heads.

            “Nice.” Zyrok complimented.

            “That’s how the Aussies do it. Quick and effective.” Frederick paced forward holding her SA80 firmly with both hands.

            “Hariprasad, meet me at the entrance with Timothy” Frederick spoke on the RaidComm.

            “Yes ma’am. On our way.” Hariprasad replied back.

            “Come on, let’s go.” May hustled as she watched the back.

            Zyrok followed closely behind Frederick whilst Forester and Casey carried Foo behind him. Frederick walked out of the building and fired a couple of shots and took out a couple of hostiles.

            “Timothy, where’s that ride?” Frederick spoke on the RaidComm.

            “On our way Lieutenant.” Tiimothy replied.

            Zyrok picked up an AK47 from a fallen soldier and fired at the rooftops.

            “Snipers, get cover!” Forester shouted.

            Forester dragged Foo behind a wrecked car while Casey ducked behind a pillar. Zyrok aimed his gun at the roof and laid a light suppressive fire.

            “I got them.” Frederick looked through her scope and fired.

           A troop transport Warthog skidded to a stop beside them and Taylor waved from the passenger seat. After a minute, another Warthog sped up behind them and Hariprasad honked on the horn.

            “Move!” Frederick shouted.

            Taylor looked at the rooftop and took out a few soldiers with his MSG-9 while the marines climbed onto the back seats of the troop transport Warthog.

            “May, get the turret.” Frederick pointed at Hariprasad’s Warthog.

            “Yes ma’am.” May hustled and climbed onto the turret.

            “Lieutenant, this is Williams. One of our Warthogs has been blown up. Repeat, we can not hold any longer.” Williams spoke on the RaidComm.

            “Copy, Williams get your team back to base. We have extracted our subjects.” Frederick ordered.

            “Roger LT, we’re pulling out.” Williams replied.

            “Lieutenant, Cookson here. Major enemy reinforcements advancing to your location. You need to get out now.” Cookson reported on the RaidComm.

            “Thanks Cookson. Keep us posted until we’re out of the hot zone.” Frederick ordered.

            “Copy ma’am.” Cookson acknowledged.

            “Hariprasad, drive us out of here.” Frederick patted the dashboard.

            “Gotcha.” Hariprasad stepped on the gas pedal.

            “Timothy! Follow closely.” Frederick waved her hand in the air.

            “On my way…” Timothy was cut off as a bang erupted from a roof and got shot.

            “Man down!” Taylor shouted from the passenger seat next to Timothy.

            “May, lay down suppressive fire.” Frederick commanded.

            “You got it.” May replied and spun the turret at the roof where the sniper shot Timothy.

            Casey climbed out from the back seat and dragged Timothy to the back whilst Taylor hopped in the driver’s seat.

            “Go!” Casey shouted as he examined Timothy’s wound.

            A sniper round had penetrated Timothy’s chest and blood was gushing out rapidly. Timothy coughed blood and squinted his eyes as he looked at the dark sky.

            “It’s okay.” Timothy clutched his chest and smiled at Casey.

            “Hang on.” Casey applied pressure to Timothy’s chest.

            “It’s fine. You’re safe now.” Timothy breathed out his last breath and died.

            “He’s gone…” Casey knelt to his knees with blood dripping from his hands.

            “Double time it!” Frederick spoke out on the RaidComm.

            “You got it LT.” Taylor stepped on the accelerator.

            “Cookson, get yourself and Christopher out of the hell hole.” Frederick commanded.

            “Copy that.” Christopher responded.

            Zyrok sat in the back seat of the troop transport Warthog and looked at Forester. The wind from the speed of the Warthog made Forester’s ponytail dance in the wind.

            “Forester, why are the Russians here?” Zyrok looked at Forester with a tired face.

            “Zyrok, I have no idea. I’m assuming they want to find the Secronom facility as much as we do.” Forester replied.

            “For what?” Zyrok raised an eyebrow.

            “I don’t know…I don’t know…” Forester shrugged.