You stare at the Lt for a few moments, not believing that he's dead, after what he's gone through, so you take his tags to deliver them back home. Your thoughts on how his family will react are interrupted as bullets fly past followed by a RPG round hitting a few feet back. You see Philips behind a fallen tree and run to his cover next to him.

"What the hell happened!" you scream over the bullets.

"That fucking mob over there fucking happened that's what!" He shoots over the wall with his M249 "They shot the bird down with there RPG but shot fucking Lt's throat out man!"

"Those fuckers.." You start to boil with rage and Philip sees it.

"Hey Jake, don't do some stupid shit..Ramirez is almost done packing up and arming the Heli to blow" but all you could do was sit there and grip your rifle tighter.

" THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS ARE GONNA PAY!" You scream as you stand up thinking about the times you've had with Lt on leave. How you and the squad would get shit faced and not remember what happened. You quickly take down six guys while going over memories before Philips drags you down.

"What the fuck! You're gonna get your fucking head split open you dumba-" was all he got out before his eye socket exploded onto you, with brain and eyeball matter. You almost vomit as you look at whats left of his face, a hole in his head as his eye's nerves hang out of his socket.

"..fuck..fuck..Fuck..Fuck..FUCK!" is all you could say as you dragged his body back to the Heli and propped him up next to Lt taking Philip's tags too, all you thought was how his little brother would take it being only 13. You see Ramirez round the corner as he spots Philips with half his face.

"No..fuck man fuck! What are we supposed to do! Fuck..alright, Jake I'm gonna lay down cover fire, on my signal you bring this detonator back to the nearest cover, and we leapfrog got it?" You nod and grab the detonator running to the edge of the cockpit of the blackhawk waiting for Ramirez to give the signal. He gets up into a crouch and starts letting off bursts into the swarm of baddies. On that first round you double time it to the cover. Once you get there you turn around to give cover fire and yell to Ramirez to move.

Once he's gone only a few feet from the Hawk, Ramirez suddenly gets a hole in his chest setting off one of his frag's, sending blood and body chunks every where. Some blood splashes onto your face as your ears start ringing. Looking at the spot to where he was standing, only half his body slumped to the ground. Then something hits your helmet with a silent thud and lands on your boot, you look down seeing what it is blinking wildly from the ringing, it was Ramirez's tags, well one of them at least. So you pick up the tag seeing it still had his name on it, but some of the tag had scorch marks on it going through most of the info on it.

"Fucking great plan man...shit.." you can't think clearly, but you need to create another plan, a good one.

Running? No last resort, standing ground? No, you'd just get blown 6ft under. Diversion? Well why not, whats the worst that could happen, you die? Oh wait, don't you have a Hawk to kill? -click-

*BOOM* Was all you heard before you felt the shock wave of the C4 blowing up the Blackhawk and 10 insurgents with it. You notice just how close to the cliff edge you are as you watch the Heli fall of the cliff in a ball of fire. A noticeable amount of rifle fire stops and the sounds of yelling are heard. As you look over you see a small group of what must be left retreating.

"Yeah! You sorry fucks! Now how the hell do I get the fuck home.." You ponder over the thought while jogging away from the attack party and follow the cliff edge. " I guess walk to the nearest outpost? It's only what, 10 clicks out? Like a sunday walk.." you let out a heavy sigh as you walk along the cliff towards the outpost.

-----30 minutes later-----

You notice a small stream heading down the mountain and figure you should drink up. As you're drinking you hear the faint sound of rotor blades, maybe two. You look up as the sounds get closer, fast, so you look towards the base. You spot two Chinook helicopters heading your way. Did they get a distress call? Did the pilots some how manage to set one off? You can't wrap your head around it but you get up and start trying to wave them down as they pass you.

Door gunner of the first Chinook POV..

"Are you seeing that Reaper?"

"Seeing what Dg?"

"We got what looks like, a guy with our gear, trying to flag us down." What the fuck, is that one of ours? What if it is?

" Priorities first, we got signs of fast foot mobiles going up the mountain, if he's one of ours we'll check on our way out."

"Fuck, alright let's go"

Your POV..

Even with all the waving and yelling, the yelling probably not good, plus they wouldn't be able to hear it anyways. They must think I'm a baddie or they're on a top brass Op. Well shit, better get moving. As you continue walking you notice a boulder in an odd shape. Huh, looks like a diamond, but a hundred times as large. You notice behind the rock is a few more feet before a spectacular view of a cliff side. Seeing how there's no way to get down or even a possible ledge to jump to, you turn around to hike back a bit to find a way down or up. But a few seconds later, a rocket goes flying centimeters away from your ear, past you. Training kicks in under the fraction of a second and you double time it back behind the boulder as a hail of rifle fire is thrown at you and your rock.

"Oh hell naw you fucks!" You say as you blind fire around the rock wildly.

Author's Note

This will be a short Chapter giving some history and what happened on the mountain, but now there's a bigger question, who's the bearded man from last chapter hmmmm? Oh do i have plans for chapters a head~