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Chapter 1. Brothers To The End.

Story: Brothers to the end.

Chapter: 1. Brothers to the end.

Author: spetsnaz pinkie pie

June 8, 2012 (Time- 0100) - Location U.S Military base, Israel

Name. Petty Officer 3rd Class , Benjamin, Emilio York Master Marksmen for U.S. Navy SEAL'S, Team 9

'Today? Why did have to be today!?' I thought to myself as I lied inside my make shift cot. 'I swear all I wanted to do was get some sleep tonight, but with the upcoming mission into Afghanistan I wasn't surprised I could not get even a wink of it.

As I lied there in my cot, just thinking about today's mission, I felt a strong pressure push against my side as I felt myself falling off the side of my cot.

"Get your ass up! We leave in an hour." The familiar voice of my brother yelled to me as I began to lift myself up off the ground.

"What the fuck man was that really necessary?" I grumbled back as I brushed off the dirt of my clothes.

"Not really. No... Theirs been a change in plans. The area were heading into is to hot for Humvee's, command wants us to head to the runway where a 'Super' is being prepped for our departure. It seems were going in the fun way!"

"You mean?" I asked as a small smirk graced my lips.

My brother gave a small laugh as he slapped my back. "That's right! we're going 'Halo Jumping' brother!

"Today just got better." I said as we both began to move forward out of the barracks.

"Oh by the way." My brother said grabbing my attention. "Happy birthday little bro.

"Oh... Damn." I mumbled under my breath. 'I never really cared for my birthday. To me it was just another day.' "And also. Dude I'm taller than you."

Instead replying he simply chuckled and shook his head.

Things were quiet as we made our way out of the barracks. It was the dead of night here at the base in Israel. Most of the men and woman from the other branches of the military were fast asleep. Only few were out, guarding the base. Hell it was so quiet you could hear the bugs skittering around the light posts.

"You know it's a shame we have to do this today." My brother said as we passed the firing range.

"Hell I know man but we had our sights on this basterd for years now, and this is the first time in months were we've been able to locate the 'piece of shit.'"

"Still it's a shame we have to do this today. Hell I thought you would have asked for time off for your birthday?"

"You know I wouldn't ask for such time. Especially with the Intel we've been getting from our sources. Hell I don't give a shit what today is I just want to get this mission done."

"Yeah, you and me both."

We passed many sights as we made our way to the armory. Barracks for the men and women in the Marines or Army branch. The mess hall along with basketball court and gym. Hell it's not home but I dig it.

A few more twists and turns and we finally reached the armory for Navy Special Forces and started to gather what we needed for our mission. Being a Master Marksmen, I have been trained with many long-range rifles but my personal favorite was my own customized m82 Barret 50.cal. I called her Tavi, she makes the most beautiful music with every pull of the trigger.

The m82 is not widely used for Seals. Most use the Mk 11 mod 0, but those have better use for urban environments.

As I handled Tavi and gave her my usual inspection. I could sense my brother staring at me as inspected every inch of her. "Will you stop fondling your m82 and hurry up. Dammit we have 30 minutes to meet up with Commander and the rest of our Squad." He berated me.

"Alright, alright don't get your panties in a knot!"

My sidearm was a family heirloom that has been passed down from father to son. This pistol has been through alot, since my grandfather first used it in his days fighting in World War 2. Then passed down to my father during his time in the Navy. And before Roger and I shipped out for basics my father turned to me the last day of being a simple civilian and told me to always hold onto it with my life.

"Yo you finished yet man?" Roger asked as he began putting the last of his gear on.

I shook my head as I realized I spent too much time messing with my weapons. "Just need to get my gear on."

I started to strip from my fatigues so I could begin to get into my jump gear when my brother looked back at me again.

He began to shake his as he looked to my arms. "I still don't know why the hell you got those damn ponies tattooed on you bro?"

"What?" I asked turning to him confused by his question. And wanting to know where this will go.

"Seriously man what where you thinking getting those! I mean I knew you were a fan but damn! Really?"

I looked to my arms and I couldn't really understand why he felt the way he did. "Whatever man look at this one here." I said as I pointed to the tattoo I had on my bicep. "This shit here makes me 20% cooler than you."

"Boy you did not just talk back to me. That's it when we get back you ain't talking to mom."

"What!" I half yelled as I looked to Roger, him holding a mix of a facial expression of a scowl and a smirk. "The hell man you know I haven't spoken to mom in months! You can't do this to me!?"

"Tuff Titties Bitch! That's what you get for yelling at your older brother not to mention 'Superior Officer'. Now get your ass in gear and load up on ordinance."

I breathed a heavy sigh letting everything go. No need to be riled up before the mission. I started packing anything and everything I needed for tonight. 11 magazines for my Barret, 10 for my 1911. A couple M.R.E.S. Grenades, Smokes, Claymores, Flares. 2 packs of C4. The ever trusty suppressors for the 50.Cal and 45.Acp. And two combat knives. One strapped to my vest and the other to my ankle.

We finished packing all our equipment and started are short track out of the armory, when the loudspeaker roared throughout the base.

"Petty Officer Blake York and Petty Officer Benjamin York report to the runway 3, A.S.A.P."

"Well let's go get this shit done." I said giving my brother a push forward out of the armory.

My brother gave a slight nod as we started our trek to the runway. As we approached the EMB-314, I felt a presence like something sliding a finger down my spine. Whatever it was it stopped me right in my tracks only a few meters away from the plane. I turned my head to the right and saw my brother had also felt something as well.

"Fuck man you feel anything just now?" I asked him as I shifted uneasily.

"Yeah. Don't know what to make of it. Felt like something just... You ever had a girl trace a finger through your spine?"

"Yeah?"

My brother shook his head and shrugged his shoulders before stepping forward. "Forget it, it's probably nothing."

I gave a sigh as I swung Tavi over my shoulder stepped up next to Roger as we made our way to the already prepped 'Super'.

When we stepped inside we noticed the rest of our team are waiting for our sorry asses when they greeted us.

"Took you harry ass heroes long enough. Beowulf was "Angel Eye' messing with his m82 again?" Martinez asked. 'Angel Eyes' the name the Team gave me because of unique and to them the discomforting colors of my eyes.

It was strange. Really strange. When I was born the color of my eyes were just a lazy hazel color. But as I got older they changed, and the irises began to change not to a diffrent color but to many. They had a... Rainbow affect to them that many doctors were baffled and tried to understand why that happened.

And the girls loved them too.

"Yeah, yeah not only that we got held up outside the plane for a bit" I said

"With what?" The newest member of the team Luke asked.

"It doesn't matter anyway. " Roger grunted replying back. "We should be leaving soon anyway."

"Cut the chatter ladies, pilots are ready for take off." The voice of Gunney our Commander spoke over our coms braking the chatter between us.

Roger and I took our places inside and strapped ourselves in. It was going to be a short flight from Israel to Afghanistan and the others weren't going to do much but talk about some of the things happening back in the states. I myself decided to take out my Zune. 'Might as well get comfortable.'

I searched through my playlist for something simple. I didn't want anything to heavy. like I said something simple. Martin O'Donnell was a composer I liked to listen to. Although the only albums of his I had were from the Halo Soundtracks.

A simple push on the touch screen, I picked Black Tower from the Halo III Soundtrack. With the song beginning it's play through I shut my eyes and let myself rest for the small amount time I would get before we begin moving.

We must have been high up in the air when I started to feel that damn feeling again running through my spine. I looked to my right to see Roger looking back to me. All he did was give a simple shrug, telling me he to acknowledge what just happened.

My attention was gained as Gunney climbed out of the planes cockpit, fastening his parachute as he moved up to the squad. "Ok people were 10 minutes from jumping, everyone get ready."

With that I powered off my zune and placed it inside my pack. We all made sure our gear was in order and that nothing was obscuring our parachutes from opening.

Two minutes from jumping the hatch to the 'Super, opened. The darkness of night filled the hull and the flickering red light of the planes hatch continuously blinked before steadying itself as my squad prepared for the jump.

In the final seconds Roger, turned to me putting his arm on my shoulder. "Hay Benjamin remember. 'We ride together we die together bad boys for life.'"

I blinked a few times before the quote actually registered into my brain and I grew a smirk. "D-did you just quote Bad Boys?"

Instead of answering he simply laughed to me as he placed his air mask on and turning forward to the open hatch.

The steady red light of the planes hull flashed again before switching green. Once it switched our squad huddle together before moving fast taking our leap out of the 'Super'.

Jumping from a plane at 22,000 feet is no easy task. There were few Seal trainees that have died during practice. But when things go right there is not much time to see the beauty of the world below as it is quickly rushed to you.

And during the hours of twilight the stars shined bright and you could see the true beauty they world would show and beyond with out sight of it being obstructed by the lights of nearby city.

Falling to the earth below at 130 Miles an Hour was truly frightful experience. But repeating it over and over again for a few years you get used to it. Hell you start enjoying it!

We were spread out. Not to far but close enough to see the silhouettes of each other.

With the wind rushing past me I could hear the crackle of my coms as Gunney's voice came to. "Night Vision on guys. Parachutes open in 15."

One by one we deployed our chutes and sailed through the cold afghan air. It was well below freezing here. Hot as hell during the day but cold as ice at night I would rather be back in Texas during the summer without air-conditioning.

We finally reached the desert sand, we wrapped our gear up the oxygen tanks and the parachutes before dumping them at our Evac location with a marker so we wouldn't lose anything.

The six members of our small squad gathered together before heading north 5 klicks from our target's location.

We made small talk all the way to our destination, asking each other what to do when we started our leave time. We where two klicks out when my brother spoke.

"This should be simple right? Go in kill the son of a bitch then leave"

"Nah we if that was the case then we would sent a drone over. We confirm the kill also take out remaining forces inside and grab as much Intel we can find." Was the response of Jackson our tech expert.

"Sounds fun" I chuckled in response.

"Cut the chatter guys lights up over the ridge." We moved closer and to our perspective Gunney was right.

"That must be the compound we're looking for" Martinez mumbled

"Alright this should be simple. Blake, Benjamin you setup shop on that ridge and provide recon over the compound. Report anything you see out there. When the area is clear the rest of us will move in and take out the target."

"Understood Gunney, alright brother lets head out."

We spent 15 minutes finding a spot and setting up our equipment the sun was beginning to peak out over the horizon without a cloud in the sky. I setup my M82 and Roger took out his spotter scope, I looked through my Leopold 10x scope and watched for any enemy movement.

The compound was small but from what I could see there were only six men guarding the compound. Four on the ground three with simple Ak's and one with a PKM Lmg. And on the roof stood 2 men both with RPG's.

"Gunney I have eyes on the compound not much outside. Got four small arms men on the ground and two RPG's on the roof."

"Alright not heavily fortified. This should be quick. Slide on your suppressor and take out those RPG's we'll take care of the rifle men"

"Roger that"

Twisting on the suppressor, Roger, peered through his spotter scope and gave me the rundown on what to do.

"Alright bro two RPG's one's up the other..." I heard him pause. I finished attaching the suppressor to Tavi before looking to him.

He began to laugh. Not a hardy laugh but a small... Giggle? He was giggling? 'What the hell?' "This..." He laughed. "This is going to be easier than any mission we've ever been on." He laughed again. "My god. Left side of the roof, one of the RPG's is asleep. Shoot the other first before moving to him."

"Simple enough." I said. I peered through my scope moving the cross hairs over to the RPG standing on the right. He slowly walked around the roof his RPG strapped to his back with a open bag filled with explosives.

I adjusted my scope, for wind and weather resistance along with measuring for distance. It's bad news for everyone if a sniper can't kill his target on the first shot. Don't want the enemy to know we're here.

I steadied my breathing as I followed my current target through my scope. I slowly ex-haled as I pulled the trigger.

The shot was perfect. The fifty caliber round tore straight through the middle of his chest killing the Taliban basterd instantly. His body fell with grace with a large chunk of his torso missing.

His friend on the other side of the roof didn't even budge from his slumber, still sitting crossed legged his RPG in his lap.

"Hay what you thinking for the next asshole?" I asked.

"Headshot"

"Headshot?"

"Headshot"

"You know this will be my one hundred and seventeenth headshot since we first join the team?"

"Really? Huh thought you were off by three or four." I shook my head before peering through my scope again. Lining up the shot was simple enough and my calibrations to my scope were already fixed only thing left to do was pull the trigger.

The suppressed fifty caliber round sailed through the afghan air hitting it's target with sub-sonic force and in it's wake left nothing but it's lower body still slumped in the same position only thing diffrent was the missing head and blood gushing out.

With both RPG's down we notified Gunney on the downed enemy personnel. It was safe for the others to take out the remainder of the enemy forces outside the base before they moved inside.

"Alright Gunney enemy RPG's are taken down." I radioed in receiving a quick reply back.

"Roger that."

I watched through my scope to the front of the compound and watched as the others silently moved in and in a split second the four riflemen that were stationed at the front compound dropped to the ground dead one single round to each skull.

"Tango's down gentleman we're moving inside."

"Good hunting guy's we'll provide recon out here."

I watched as Martinez took point and entered inside. It was silent all through out the time the others went inside. Through the coms the sound of suppressors going off and the lack of regular Ak's firing stated simple seek and destroy we were use to.

"Easy day bro." Roger said

"Blake come in." Rogers coms fired up the voice of the Commander hailing through.

"What's up Gunney?"

"Good news target is dead and we got Intel."

"And the bad news?"

"Bad news is that this place has enough explosives, ammunition and whole lot of other crap that can supply these terrorist bastards for years! Hell this just first level there is, and the basement we haven't checked yet. Be on standby for now and keep check on any disturbances. We're going to rig this place to blow and I want all of us to be up in the air when that shit happens."

"Affirmative Gunney we'll keep tabs out here. Anything at least useful you find inside?"

"Are you kidding me? These basterds have plans for future attacks all lined up! Dates, locations any high level personnel attending. We have to hurry this up and get this shit to Washington fast."

As there conversation ended I spotted movement to the west. a trail dirt and sand wafting through the air, as I spotted 5 enemy convoys heading east towards compound.

"Gunney you're going to have to move faster, I'm spotting large enemy transports closing in from the west. If I had to guess E.T.A. About seven minutes."

"Shit! Alright we don't have much time before they get here. How many transports coming?"

"I got five in my scope but... Damn't Gunney it gets worse. We got two T-62's heading this way. E.T.A. Fifteen minutes."

"Fucking hell! Angel Eyes take as many of those damn convoys out as you can. Martinez, Jackson, Luke setup those explosives we're going to fire on this bitch sooner then we thought. I'll get on the radio with command. Get us some air support.

"Roger that Gunney. We'll slow these fuckers for ya."

Roger and I gathered the gear we didnt need and stowed it away in our pouches we took a few sips of water from our canteens and waited for the transports to move in closer.

Once they were at a decent distance I turned to Roger. "I'm going to create a road block with one of those transports slow a few of them down"

"That's the best option we got right now. Try to hit the fuel tanks if you can."

I gave my brother a slight nod as I went through the motion and zoomed in on the convoys in scope. It wasn't long when I found my target. A large fuel tank on the second enemy transport was in my crosshairs. I took a few steady breaths then a quick inhale.

The sound of Tavi firing rang through out the desert sands along with the sounds of single convoy's fuel tank igniting. The explosion of the truck shook the ground around it as fire spread fast to the cabin where many enemy hostiles began jumping out from the back as fire consumed and burned away there flesh.

The convoy behind the second slammed on its brakes when the driver witnessed the carnage of the other, the fourth convoy was going to fast to stop and smashed in to the back of the third sending soldiers flying threw the air.

Fire began to spread through out all three convoys more fuel tanks igniting and more hostiles burning alive while they fired there rifles in panic.

The last convoy was lucky though. Instead of going straight into the carnage it veered left off the road and was heading straight to the ridge where Roger and I where positioned.

"Get ready to move Roger.- Gunney this is Benjamin three convoys down one is still moving towards the compound, last one is heading for us."

"Alright not to bad we can deal with these assholes. What's the E.T.A. on those tanks?"

"Five minutes tops."

I heard the Commander give a heavy sigh before he spoke again. "Ok this is the plan. There's a transport here that will take the rest of us to the Evac zone. I spoke with the Admiral Halsey, we got two Chinooks with rest of our platoon paired with Apache's to escort us out. I'm setting the explosive's to detonate in 4:45. Both of you move your asses and get to that Evac zone Asap this is going to be one hell of an firework. When we get home the cigars are on me."

"Hooyah Gunney they better be Cubans, over and out."

Time was not on our side right now. We had to move over five clicks to the Evac and the timer for the explosives was close to detonating. Our legs burned as we pushed ourselves faster and faster but we were already spotted right as we left the ridge. That convoy from before was right on our tail no more than two hundred meters away and it was closing in fast.

"Roger we have to find cover we can't out run that thing!"

There was nothing but sand around us. Nowhere to hide or a place to cover us. We sped through the sand searching for anything, the convoy behind us was fifty meters closer now, I could hear the roar of the engine the faster it came.

"There behind that bolder it's our only option!" Roger yelled. We spotted an outline of large rocks sixty meters away. They were large enough to cover us and provide a shield from any enemy fire.

"I'll take it!"

When we got into cover it happened. The timer detonated and the explosives did their job, a great tremor waked through the sands as a powerful explosion erupted about a klick south of where we were. Even from the side of the rocks we were being covered from we could still see what looked like a mushroom cloud that covered the afghan air.

"Holy fuck that was huge!" I yelled out watching the mushroom cloud slowly move away. "Gunney you see that shit!? What in the fuck was in the compound?" I yelled into my radio but in return all I could hear wad white noise as feedback. "The fuck? Roger check your coms."

"I got nothing."

"Shit."

That explosion must have dropped the our com signals and now that damn convoy was stopping about one hundred meters out. We were tired but we had to keep fighting I shouldered Tavi once again and Roger took out his M4.

"How many mags you got?" I asked looking behind me watching my brother placing a 40mm grenade into his m203 launcher.

"I'm full man. twenty mags for the carbine, ten 40's for the launcher and ten mags for my pistol. What about you?"

"Only fired three rounds, still got seven in this magazine including eleven more mags in my packs and ten mags for the 1911."

"This is going to be one hell of a fight. YOU HERE THAT ASSHOLES I GOT SOMETHING HERE TO SEND YOU TO ALLAH YOU TALIBAN MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

Enemy soldiers started to pour out the back of there convoy, all heavily armed with Rifles. Ak's Lmg's and any other weaponry. Without hesitation they began firing, bullets began striking the sand and the rocks covering our position.

God I'm glad these fuckers can't shoot worth shit. "OPEN FIRE!" I yelled

The sounds of automatic weapons and the explosive sounds of my 50.cal filled the air and the screams of men reached our ears. We felt no sympathy. We were doing our job and now what we're fighting for is for survival.

There numbers were dwindling and the dead bodies of the Taliban littered the ground by there comrades.

Time passed and slowly our cover was being chipped away by enemy gunfire RPG's would either past us and ark up and explode in the air or hit the rocks covering us, but through the sound of all hell around us a new noise reached our ears. It was a roar of an animal.

A hungry animal.

I looked out with my scope and found four dogs being pulled out from the back of the convoy.

"Roger they got fucking attack dogs!"

"Shit how many?"

I looked out again to get a better picture, I spotted two still in the back being fitted for packs with explosives, but the other two I could no longer see.

"Bad news! We got four attack dogs two are being fitted with C-4"

"Fuck! This day won't get any easier will it! Use Tavi and take out those fucking sploders! I'll try and kill the other two!"

I shouldered my m82 once again aiming for one of those damn C-4 dogs, all I needed was a clean shot. I've been trained to stay calm when all hell was breaking loose around me. I just needed one shot, a clear line with no Taliban assholes in my sight.

There! One enemy hostile dropped to his death giving me a clear shot. A swift pull of the trigger and the 50. from Tavi sailed through the air striking not just one but both dogs. When they dropped the dogs exploded taking a few enemy soldiers with them. The scene was gruesome, a mix of blood, bodies and charred sand filled the area.

'They must have been using new sensors.' I thought before moving to other enemy hostiles.

"Two down!" I yelled pulling the trigger sending another round to a fleeing RPG basterd.

"I got one over here! Never mind I got em he's down!"

"That just leaves one - OH SHIT!"

Was all I said the last attack dog jumped straight into my face making me fall on my back. This dog was ferocious I went for its throat but it kept evading me. What should have taken five seconds took far longer as I struggled to snap its neck.

This dog did not want to quit, the thirty seconds that passed I could see into the dogs eyes the look of hunger and anger was filled in them and in one final jerk a loud snap was heard and the attack dog went limp. I pushed it over and retrieved my 50.cal getting back in the fight.

"Ben I have three mags left, any ideas?"

I shouldered my m82 again and looked through the scope bodies lay everywhere there were at least ten soldiers left but I searched, further back behind the now burning convoy was another heading straight over.

"Save them, we have to go! another convoy incoming. Prep a flashbang, when I give the signal toss it."

I slung Tavi over my shoulder and took out my pistol. I took out a smoke grenade already pulling the pin, when the time was right I would toss it.

I looked to my brother, he gave me nod ready to toss and run.

I began counting down.

3...

2...

1...

Mark

Roger tossed the flashbang across the sands and we waited for the detonation. A loud crack of the flash bang went off. I tossed my smoke a few meters ahead of us before making our move.

We ran again and this time there was nothing but sand. No places to hide or rocks to cover us. As we I looked to my right to see how Roger was fairing, but when I did what I saw was only an empty space right next to me I stopped looking back where we've been running and seventy yards back I saw Roger, down on his knees gasping for air as smoke billowed behind him.

"ROGER!" I yelled to him making my way back but I stopped again when the silhouettes of Taliban forces walked through the smokey air.

"RUN BEN, GET OUT OF HERE!" Roger yelled back to me as he turned himself over.

My brother pulled out his m4 and placed it at his hip giving small three round burst fire. I watched as more and more enemy hostiles started to walk closer. I brought my pistol up and started firing but the we're to far away I was able to pick a few off until my gun clicked empty I removed the magazine as fast as I could and replaced it.

I watched as a new round enter the chamber but before I could start returning fire I fell to one knee. I was hit but I didn't know where and didn't care where either. I looked up and watched hostiles beginning to surround my brother, my coms flicked on and I heard a voice. My brothers voice. It was only a whisper but I could hear it clear as day.

"Ben get out of here." I heard him cough. "I'll take care of these assholes."

"I'll see you on the other side brother."

What happened next was an image that will forever burn into my mind. A massive ball of fire and a sickening explosion was heard, and inside the fire those who were close disintegrated into ash, outside the bodies of men scattered the desert blood staining the sands.

I just watched my brother sacrifice himself in hope of me getting out alive, a single tear fell down my face I just lost my brother my best friend.

I turned away from the crater. That's what all was left. A crater.

I limped away, I wasn't able to go far when enemy soldiers started returning and with them more fire power.

I brought up my pistol and returned fire, they went through magazine after magazine and didnt hit anything but air. 'Assholes couldn't aim for shit.' on my last clip I felt a stinging pain in my chest. I was hit again, I faltered and fell to my knees, the pain was great running through my being. I could see air around me slow, I could see the trails behind of each bullet that fired. I reached for my pistol that fell beside me. I took out the magazine inspected the remaining rounds.

I only had two left.

I'm not going to make it out of here. And the one thing I'm not going to do is let these assholes take me down! I won't give them that opportunity. I put the magazine back in watched as the single .45 entered the chamber. I lift the pistol to my temple, some people when going through this motion would say goodbye to the people they love, I already said my goodbye once today right now I have three choice words that want to say before I pull the trigger.

"Worst. Birthday. Ever."

I pulled the trigger.

"Fuck me."

The damned thing jammed on me! Son-of-a-bitch! I went ahead and just placed the pistol back in my holster and waited. What came next was what I really didnt want. What I wanted what just a bullet in the heart, but what I got was the butt of rifle to the side of my skull.

I clung to what little consciousness I had left as the darkness of sleep circled around my eyes. I could hear only barely my enemies gathering around me and cheer. I could feel them begin to strip me from everything I had. My guns and gear.

I could barely hear they're laughter, now that the darkness was growing closer. I blinked once more before letting it take me. But not before I let one thought go through my mind.

'Save me a seat in hell brother. I'll be there soon.'