A Para-military Paranoid in Equestria 2

Russian translations are in brackets. ( )

* January 14. 2014  *

I was infiltrating a base to capture hostile intelligence, along with a fellow veteran of nine years. The man was a 2nd Lieutenant who had been transferred from the navy a year back.

" In position command." I said over the radio.

" Roger Stranger 0-1. Stand by for visual." A voice replied.

A few minutes went by before we heard command again.

" Stranger squad, we have a problem. Delta squad has been captured. Save them if you can, but the intel is top priority."

I looked at my teammate, John, and told him to stay here.

" Stay here on overwatch. I need to get Delta out." he nodded.

I began moving to the prison and some tons of guards. 'Shit. You guys need to make a challenge for me.' I thought.

I took out my throwing hatchet and threw it at one of them, hitting him in the head.

" Контакты! Пожар на цель! " They yelled out. (Contact! Fire on the target!)

I smiled as I took them out silently, little did I know, they had raised the alarm.

" Jack! Multiple foot mobiles moving towards you!" 'Fuck!' I yelled in my head.

I stopped firing and started running to Delta, grabbing the key on the way in.

An AK-47 stock swung at me and I was out cold.

I woke up around an hour later next to Delta team and John.

"Fuck..." I mouthed to myself.

The room was about 20 by 20 feet, made of steel, and had no way out.

" Shit. They got you too?" I asked John.

He nodded. He looked like he had been tortured half to death.

" I tried to radio you, and they found me. Put me in a chamber and tortured me. Looks like you got hit good to huh? You got a gash on your eye." He said to me.

I touched my eye and felt blood as a Delta team medic crawled over to me, and helped me out.

"Ahhh... Fuck. I can't see out of it." I said as I tried to get up, but just fell on my back.

" Don't try to walk mate. You're hurt real bad." The medic told me. He had an australian accent.

Four hours past before a soldier walked in.

" Что вы хотите? " I asked him. ( What do you want?)

He shushed me.

" Shh. I'm an ally. " The man said, with a french accent.

He helped us up and came up with a plan.

" I can get you guys out of here. I can tell the guards I'm transferring you to another base, but really help you escape. Sound like a plan?" He asked.

" Allons-y" I said. Delta stared at me.

I threw my hands in the air. " What? I speak multiple languages. I need to."

One man sighed as we walked out of the building. " Damn you Russia. It's freezeing out here." John stated.

We walked out of the base chained together. A Russian soldier stopped us.

"У меня есть грузовик готов передать этих людей." ( I have a truck ready to transfer these men.)

" Где?" (Where to?)

" Воркута." (Vorkuta.)

Vorkuta opened back up on August 29, 2013 as a prison camp for the Russian military. Brutal place.

We hopped into an army truck with some weaponry in it.

" Oh fuck yes!" I yelled out, grabbing an Israeli Desert Eagle, the same one I have today.

" Don't worry. I'm a good shot. I can hit a hummingbird from one-hundred meters while sprinting." I told them.

* Russian command base. *

    Spetsnaz Soldier Viktor Moskvina

" Что вы подразумеваете они сбежали!?" The commander screamed at the Spetsnaz troops. ( What do you mean they escaped?!)

He stared at us in disappointment.

" Виктор. Вы находитесь в заряда. Убейте их. " (Viktor. You're in charge. Kill them.) I nodded at my commander.

" Хорошо. Следуйте за мной. Захватите свои винтовки." (Okay. Follow me. Grab your rifles.)

We hopped in a jeep and sped off to intercept, who commander called " Morgunov ".

We wanted to kill him. We needed to kill him.

* Some road in Russia. *

Back to Jack

" Hey. I have a safe house in Ukraine. Right here." I told the driver, pointing to a spot on a map.

" You have guns and food?" He asked. I nodded.

" We'll be safe there."

A long six hour drive and we arrived at my safe house to find dead men everywhere.

" Dammit! AMBUSH!" I yelled out as a rocket blew up near us.

" Out of the truck! GO GO GO!" I screamed as another rocket blew up the truck.

" Holy shit! AC-130! Identify yourself!" I yelled in my radio.

" We are Russian Rebels! We are not hostile!" They yelled back at us.

" Mind helping us out?!" I asked them.

A Howitzer round came screaming down, exploding around a hundred feet away.

" Tangos! 10 o' clock!" A Delta member yelled.

" They're all around!"

" I need to get to my armory!" I blurted out, firing into the Russians.

" Go! We'll cover you!" The French man told me.

I ran over to the steel door, and punched in the pass-code and sprinted downstairs to the armory. Luckily they didn't find out the code.

"Shit!" I yelled out as I looked around, seeing destroyed weaponry all around. Thank fuck I have a hidden backup armory.

I grabbed as many weapons as I could hold and sprinted outside.

" I got th-" I stopped dead in my tracks. Dead. Dead everywhere. Bodies blown in half. People missing heads. The most alive person was John. I ran over to him and dropped the weapons.

"What happened?!" I asked him, half-panicking.

" That... AC-130... Is... inaccurate as.. fuck...They shot...a howitzer... blew up everything..."

" Son of a-" I cut myself off, grabbing a Anti-tank Rifle and aiming at the plane.

" Fuck you." I said over the radio, firing the Rifle, blowing a hole in the wing.

" We are going down! I repeat we a-" The radio cut off. There was an explosion and I went to check it out. I found a living man.

" You the gunner?" I asked.

" Y-yes..." He coughed up.

" This is something I wanted to do for a long time." I told him, pulling out a hatchet.

" N-no! Please!" He begged as I raised the hatchet.

I swung it and struck him in the arm, almost chopping it off.

I swung repeatedly, mutilating him. I didn't care that I was covered in blood.

I had done this before. Twenty bounty hunters. Twenty murders. I was a troubled man.

* A bar in Nevada. *

   2 A.M.

" Hey asshole. You took my seat." A biker said to me.

I turned around. " I don't care." I told him. He tried to hit me. It didn't work, as I grabbed his fist.

I saw rage in his eyes. I had no expression.

He pulled a knife on me. I pulled a bigger knife.

He pulled a gun. I pulled my fists.

" Your gun, versus my hands."

I swiftly disarmed the biker, taking his gun. He pulled his knife out again.

" You don't fuck with a man who escaped military prison, nearly got blown to smithereens, and shot down a military gunship."

I saw terror in his eyes.

" He-he's joking! He's acting like a tough guy!"

" No. I've seen shit you couldn't DREAM OF!" I yelled in his face.

" I Cut apart the bastard who killed my squad. Cut him into pieces," I started, pulling out the bloodied hatchet.

" With this axe." I saw Pure terror in his eyes. " And I can do. It. Again." By this time, I think he shit his pants, as he was out the door in three seconds flat.

I sat back down. " Vodka." I said to bartender, who was frozen in place.

" Y-you didn't really do all that did you?" He asked. I looked around.

I saw terror in peoples eyes.

"I did. Fourteen years in the marines. Takes away your life." I told him.

" You look like..." He thought. " The man that single-handedly took down a base with no support. Because I am."

I saw fear in his eyes. I can tell what people are thinking just by looking into there eyes.

The bartender handed me a large glass filled with Vodka. One of those huge ones.

I chugged it down, seeing my good eye in the reflection. I saw depression in my eye.

I sighed. " I never had a family. Grew up on the streets, getting food from a garbage can."

" My mother died giving birth to me. My dad abandoned me." I had a tear in my eye. " One guy from the marines, Kyle Johnson. He was a brother to me even though he's a spy, working for Korea."

I saw loneliness, in my eye.

" Plus I can't see out of my left eye." He examined the gash.

" Must've hurt." A voice came from behind.

" Spetsnaz Soldier Viktor Moskvina. Do not worry. I am here to help you." He said to me. "Though, I was sent out to kill you." He added.

"Why don't you?" I asked.

" Because. I can help you." He stated.

"Bullshit." I told him.

"There are Spetsnaz soldiers surrounding us right now. I can get you out. You and me, we are not so different."

I just kept looking down, the tear in my eye dropping into the glass.

" You were abandon by society. I was abandoned by Moscow."

" There's a large difference between those two." I stated.

Suddenly, a bullet ripped through the window. Every person in the bar, including Viktor, dropped to the ground.

I stayed sitting.

" It takes strength to do that." He said, I guess trying to cheer me up.

" Do what?" I asked.

" To not even flinch when a bullet goes by your head." He said.

I laughed a bit. " I thought that was a fly."

" I can tell you are sad." He got up.

" I can tell you have seen some shit." He added.

I saw anger, in my eye.

I saw fear in their eyes.

I slammed my hand on the bar.

" Meet me behind here, in the alleyway. We can talk there." I told him, slapping a hundred dollar bill on the bar.

We met behind the bar ten minutes later.

" What do you want?" I asked him.

" I want you to come and live with me in Ukraine. How do you say... No homo. I want you to have a life. I have a wife and two kids." He looked at me, almost like a brother would. Not that I know what that's like.

" I'm a wanted man. The Russian Government wants me dead." I looked back at him. Anger in my eye.

" No. That's what you think. They want to leave you alone. What do you say? Housemates?" He held out his hand.

I stared at him. " I'll tell them to go away."

I saw worry in his eyes.

I shook his hand, but he pulled me into a hug.

" I'm going to have to adapt." I Said as I broke off the awkward hug.

" To?" He asked.

" Everything. Life, society, Russia."

' I... I have a family?' I thought.

'I have... a family. They're not really my family but... Fuck it.'