The Story

WEDNESDAY 5TH: BERKSHIRE: ENGLAND.

Sam Peak woke up and opened his eyes. The scene that greeted him was the sun in its first efforts of raising itself from the horizon, at first he wondered why he had woken up so early on a Saturday, then he remembered, it was his birthday… How could he forget? Sam grinned at his own stupidity. It was probably because it was early morning…
“Morning Mister Peak” his mother smiled
“Morning ma” He groaned, partly due to the bad joke, partly he was just tired 
“Happy 18th”
“Uh… Thanks. Can I sleep again for a few hours?” he yawned
“No, you gotta go down the army training centre, remember?”
“Okay… I’m getting up… you driving me?”
“Yeah, but you have got to… meet your present first”
“Meet?” he asked excitedly, but his mother just smiled coyly and walked out of the room, 
“Come down when you’re ready then” she called from the staircase as she went down. He quickly jumped out of bed and threw his wardrobe open, picked a T-shirt and some jeans out and put them on. Then Sam rushed out of his room and took the stairs three at a time, he jumped the last six and landed, it hurt his ankle, but it was a good hurt. He dived through the living room door, and saw the last thing he expected… A dog! Sam stood still while the gift of a dog sunk in. It was white Cocker Spaniel with black splotches on it; it looked about a year old but was still cute. It was sitting on the floor, wagging it’s tail and scratching an itch on it’s ear. His parents were at the other side of the room in a loose hug by each other’s side. His mother had a tear in her eye.
“We thought you could use her when you go and become a sniper for the army” his dad smiled
“Mum… Dad… it’s the best gift I ever had… Thank you so much.” He choked
“She’s only a year old, she’s been trained up quite a bit, by the lieutenant that’ll be your instructor when you learn how to be the best damn sniper in the army son.” His mother whispered fondly.
“Dammit, why you two gotta be so nice?” he grinned
“Just a present for all the joy you’ve brought your mother and I through the years” His father laughed. Sam walked over to the dog and stroked its neck; in return it licked his hand,
“What’s she called?” he asked
“It's your dog, so you can name her” his father smirked
“How about Scout?” he looked at the dog apprehensively as if waiting for approval. Apparently it did approve; it licked his hand again.
“Scout it is then” he laughed
“You better get in the car son, take Scout with you, we’ll be along in a minute” his mother said
Sam whistled to Scout, and walked out the living room door; every step seemed to bring back memories to him. He couldn’t believe it; he was going out of the door the last time, until he had finished his army service. It seemed unreal. He reached for the handle on his front door, and opened it, a fresh blast of morning air met him, Scout bounded out and ran around the front garden for a few minutes while Sam watched, proud to be the owner. Soon his parents came out and they all got in the car, ready to set out for the nearest army-training centre.


Five Years Later…


SUNDAY 4TH:ARMY TRAINING CAMP: LOCATION TOP SECRET

Sam stepped out of the barracks and whistled to Scout, he was tired, but he’d just spent the last five hours making sure that his rifle was in perfect condition, so he had reason to be tired. He did that same routine everyday; it was not just a habit. It had become an obsession after about a year. He had cleaned it out, cleaned his bullets, dried any moisture out of it, re-adjusted the sights, and practised with it. He had time to do this every day because, like most snipers, Sam was a loner, he had friends at the base, lots of them, but he seldom went out with them or did most things other people in their mid twenties did. Sam just stayed with his dog and his rifle. The whole of the past five years had been devoted to training himself and training his dog. God he loved that dog, she never complained that he wasn’t the most social person, she never stopped loving him, regardless anything. That was the best thing about dogs, they had one thing humans just couldn’t grasp… absolute loyalty. She’d do anything for Sam, and that worked the other way around too, Sam didn’t just love her as a dog, he respected her tracking skills and her intelligence. Tonight was the last until he was to go to meet Special agent… Waters, yeah that was the name, and go on an undercover mission in Spain somewhere. It was his last night at the training centre, he was sure gonna miss this place, he had never been away from it for more than two weeks since he came here. After his mission with Waters, he was being transferred to another base, that would be like leaving a loved one for dead to Sam, but he knew their would be many bases he left over the years, he would get used to the feeling.

MONDAY 5TH: SOMEWHERE IN SPAIN

“Look asshole, I don’t care how bad the landing area conditions are, I need my sniper now. We have to plan our route through the jungle, we gotta get him a better rifle, and you know what else? We gotta actually go and help our country! You land now, or you lose your job, made the choice easier yet? GOOD!” Special Agent Mike Waters slammed the phone receiver down in fury. Soon he heard the sound of the chopper landing. ‘Hard conditions his ass’ he though, he looked out of his makeshift tent and was nearly deafened. The sound of the chopper was horrific, and the dust flew up into his eyes and all over the cup of coffee in his hands. He threw the plastic cup into a bush. When the rotors had worked themselves down he saw the door open and a young man, medium build jump out with a rifle sling over his shoulder and grab his dog, place it on the floor and watch it run up to Mike and start licking his leg. Mike saw the man beam.
“What’s your name again then?” He asked
“I’m Sam, Sam Peak, and that’s my dog Scout, don’t worry, she’s house trained” Smiled Sam
“You want some coffee?” Mike inquired
“No, I’m good”
“Sure, you wanna get right down to planning this out then?”
“Yeah, sooner done the better”
“If you’d walk this way” Mike grinned pointing to the tent.
Mike ducked his head down into the tent and sat in one of the chairs and beckoned for Sam to do the same
“Where’s all your stuff?” Mike asked
“Oh, the pilot said he’d bring it in for me, he seemed to think you’d kill him if he held me up any longer” Sam replied
“Yeah I did get a bit short at him to say the least, he decided it was too bad conditions to land” Mike laughed
“I heard”
Mike began to show Sam the map and trace all the possible routes from their current position to the final position.
“One question” Sam asked
“What?”
“What are we going out to do, and why do you need a sniper?”
“Our operation is called Zero Hour, basically the Russians have set up a Psychic Amplifier and we need to destroy it.”
“Why send a sniper to do a tank’s work?”
“Good question, we have the Amplifier under control, but the Commies have sent a sniper in, and the best defence against a sniper is…”
“A counter sniper” Sam cut him off mid-sentence and beamed “I got it agent”
“Try Mike” Mike smiled
“Right” Sam replied
“Now then, which route would you think the safest and least predictable?”
“I would go from south-east, at this ridge, north and west, to the river, then over it at this bridge here, then go north by east to get to the clearing west of the amplifier, then we have some clear ground for hunting”
“Good, now we have to go to the armoury in the tent next to us, you’ll get an automatic ‘Webley’ handgun. I’m getting a ‘Lee Enfield’ assault rifle and another handgun of the same model.

Sam sat on his bed and beckoned for Scout jump up onto the bed with the bone he had given her.
“Hey there Scout, how you doing then, who’s a good girl? Is Scout a good girl? Yes she is, isn’t she? Huh? Aww come here,” he said to the dog stroking it. Sam had spent the last five years training to be a good sniper, and also training Scout to be a good observer, every Sniper needed an observer. Only a small amount of snipers were skilled enough to train a dog to be a good enough one though, Sam figured he was lucky to have a dog that was relatively easy to train up.

TUESDAY 6TH: SOMEWHERE IN SPAIN

Sam woke up at 0600 hours, and looked around, Scout was sitting up wagging her tail, and Mike was sitting over the table reading the map. Sam let out a content grunt and Mike looked around
“Finally up are you Sam?” he asked
“Finally? It’s six in the morning, what do you mean finally?”
“I mean we were meant to set out at 0615 hours, that’s what I mean!” Mike smiled
“I’m ready in a second then” Sam said, then he opened his backpack and put his guile suit on, he slipped his belt on and put the binoculars and handgun into the holsters. Then he slipped his rifle over his shoulder.
“I’m ready now Mike, but can Scout get a drink of water?”
“Yeah sure, the dish is under the table”
“Cheers”

Sam and Mike had hiked for over an hour, tramping through the foliage; it was hot and humid making it hard, sweaty work. Scout was a few paces ahead though, she looked to be thoroughly enjoying herself, she would trot for a few minutes, see a rabbit or something and chase it for the next minute or so. After a few miles they came to a small clearing.
“I don’t remember this on the map” Sam exclaimed
“Well check it then” Mike answered simply
So Sam opened his backpack and pulled the map out, he traced the line they had drawn on it to show their route,
“We are about… half a mile west of where we should be, we just gotta go east for a bit, then we can go back on course” he said staring closely at the map.
“What was that noise?” Mike asked
“What noise?”
“The rumbling” he said, his voice shaking
“Sounds like… Nothing?” Sam smirked still not hearing anything.
“Oh… wait…” he muttered
The rumbling grew louder, Sam told Mike to hide himself in the undergrowth. Sam opened his pack again and drew out 4 land mines, he walked up to the dirt trail and scratched out 4 small makeshift holes, he looked up and saw that their were 3 tanks in a row on the horizon, just close enough to make them all out. He placed the mines in the holes, sprinkled the dirt back over them and ran into the undergrowth next to Mike who had hold of Scout. Sam grabbed his rifle and aimed just above the mines…

Major Mikhail Kraal was making good time in his Rhino tank, he thought he saw somebody on the dirt road, but that must have been his imagination, he smiled smugly to the other man in his Rhino,
“See Aziz? We haff made good time yes?”
Then the tank hit a mine; the front jumped about three feet in the air and landed, killing Aziz. Mikhail thrust his head out of the hatch. And then he knew no more, he did not find out that the next Rhino went to go around the first and hit another mine, killing all inside it. He never knew that the last tank in the patrol crashed into the first two, he did not know that the driver poked his head out of the hatch, just like himself and met the same gory death. The bullet penetrated his skull just above his left eye on the front of his face, and exited just behind his right ear.

Sam aimed at the last man, he felt no remorse for the last people, the two he had killed, they were prepared to die, they must have been for they were at war. Sam pulled the trigger, feeding off of the tense moment of power, and then he watched the tailwind of the bullet head straight between his eyes. It was a good shot at 600feet. Sam felt the adrenaline surge through him; strengthening him…giving him power... He looked through his scope and smiled, ‘three out of three… not bad Sam m’boy!’ he thought to himself. He knew that his hardest moment was yet to come. He didn’t know how hard.

Mike looked up at the sky, it was getting dark and they were both tired,
“Sam? We’re gonna set up camp tonight, just make sure we’re hidden because you know about concealment don’t you?”
“Yeah, how about under this tree, there are bushes on three of the sides, and the fourth side would be hard to see in the dark anyway, I’m just getting some water, okay?”
“Don’t be too long then, we need two pairs of hands to make this tent up… Or perhaps three pairs wouldn’t go amiss…

Sam called Scout and together they walked up to the stream, it was gurgling softly and contentedly, soon it would join up to the river that they would have to cross the next day. Scout started drinking from it, while Sam filled a few bottles with the cool, clear liquid. He started to walk back to camp and called back to Scout to follow. Sam shivered, it was getting colder now, he looked at his watch, and it was 10:45, earlier than he had expected…

Mike sat down, he was hot, sticky and tired, he decided that the colder countries were nicer, you could wrap up warm and not be bothered about weather, in the hot, humid countries you could take your top off but it would still be too warm for any comfort. He suddenly heard a sound near him. Mike went silent, and slowly turned around, his hand gripping the pistol he was sure it would be more commies, but then he heard a whistle and Sam came out from behind the trees, soon Scout followed, wagging her tail.
“Your dog had a drink?” Mike asked
“Yeah. I got some water too, we’d drunk it all today.” Sam replied grinning
“Well, it’s eleven ’o’ clock and we will be up at six in the morning ready to head out again at half past okay?” Mike stated
“Yep”

WEDNESDAY 7TH: SOMEWHERE IN SPAIN

Sam turned over on his blanket and looked at his watch, 7:01, damn, time to get up. He rolled on to the cold, hard floor and stood up, he had slept in his clothes to save time, so he just started to pack his kit into the backpack he then took it out of the small, drab, army tent. He pulled the quick-trick string on it that pulled the tent down ready to pack straight away. Sam rolled it up and put it into its case, then put that in his pack too. Then he looked for Mike’s tent, it was gone and only his backpack was present, but where was Mike?
“Mike?!” Sam yelled “Mike!?”
“What?!” came a reply from behind a bush
“What you hiding behind a bush for?” Sam laughed
“Am I allowed to piss if I want?” Mike said irritably
“Oh sorry” Sam sniggered
There was a sound of a zip and Mike emerged from the bush, he walked over and put his pack on,
“Got the compass?” he asked
“Yeah, we go North by East until we get to the bridge at the river, we know where that is because we should meet up with the river before we get to the bridge” Sam informed him
“Move out then” Mike smiled
Sam hoisted his pack onto his back and started to walk. Holding up the compass for the first few steps to make sure he was going in the right direction. Then he started walking at a faster pace he beckoned for Scout to follow.
“Mike? We should be at the bridge in less than three hours, then at the clearing by nightfall” Sam said and carried on walking.

After about two hours the trio was walking, Scout suddenly stood, stock-still, back straight, nose out, and Sam knew too well what that meant. Scout had sensed something. Sam loved Scout and trusted her with his life; Sam pulled out his rifle and held out his hand for Mike and Scout to stop. He looked through the scope and saw three Tesla troopers hiking forward, the only reason Sam and Mike had not been spotted was the mist that was present due to the hot moist climate. Sam aimed at the middle troop’s Tesla generator, which was around his stomach… Sam fired, he looked through the scope down the tailwind of the bullet, the range had to be 800 meters and the bullet was in the air for at least one and a half seconds.

Private Alexei Berkoff was walking through the forest in Spain with two of his colleagues, all in Tesla suits. He heard a crack, like a large tree snapping in half, then a second later heard a THUMP next to him, he saw his friend Leverski seem to erupt from the stomach with electric Tesla bolts flying everywhere. Then the whole Tesla generator on Leverski’s body exploded. The detonation caught Alexei and the other trooper and the electric current tore through their bodies, burning them alive.

It was a good shot, Sam had hit the generator of the middle trooper and then it was hard to see what happened because the brightness from the initial piercing of the generator was so intense that he had to look away. All Sam knew was that all three of the troopers had expired. Sam strolled up to Scout and stroked her...

“Good Girl Scout, you are a good girl, yes you are, yes you are” He glanced through his scope again and saw the last thing he expected. A hind attack chopper tearing through the forest. Alerted to their presence by the extreme deaths of the Tesla troopers. Sam ran and jumped into a thickly leafed tree, Scout followed but Mike just stood on the spot with his assault rifle in his hands ready to gun the chopper down. It didn’t take long for it to reach firing distance and begin to fire upon Mike, but he fired back, into the cockpit of the chopper and when he heard screams Mike knew he had found his mark. The hind chopper started to spin and fall in an uncontrollable state, even if their was a co-pilot who had survived, he wouldn’t be able to re-gain control of the helicopter now. The chopper crashed in a large display of vicious fireworks. Mike fell to the floor, his adrenaline rush was over and he was blinded by pain. The chopper had managed several hits, one on his left leg, just below the knee, one on his thigh, and one skimmed his right arm, his breathing became heavy and uncontrolled. Then he blacked out.

Sam was watching the flames lick the metal framework of the hind attack chopper when he heard Mike fall to the floor. He looked over and Mike was on the floor. Sam ran over and looked at him, there were two holes in his clothes, and one tear. He got out his medical-pack; every sniper was trained in basic military first aid. Mainly because they were alone when they worked usually so they couldn’t rely on other people to help them out if they picked up a stray round. Sam opened the pack and pulled Mike’s trouser leg up above his knee, he saw one hole, Sam got to work, he washed it out with water, checked that the bullet wasn’t still present in the wound, put anti-septic on it and wound it up with cloth. Then he did the same with the other two. Sam looked at Mike and checked for a pulse, it was just steadying, and Mike seemed to be coming to. Sam sighed with relief.

“You’re up late Mike” he smiled
“I’m injured, I got a right to be up late!”
“Just a few scratches” Sam said in a mock stern voice
“You wouldn’t bloody say that if it happened to you!” Mike laughed
“Feeling better then?”
“Good enough to carry on going to the river and beyond”
Sam repacked the medical kit and put his pack on, then helped Mike with his. Soon they came to the river, the water swirling around and gurgling, they knew it would only be a few miles to the bridge. Sam was always a hiking enthusiast; he would have loved to explore the area for a few days without the pressures of a job to do. Sam would definitely come back here after the war. Sam was amazed that he was 23 already. The last five years in the army had flown by, at first it was only training because the war wasn’t on, but then on his first real combat mission. He had shot a perfect round into the lung of a Russian general who had begun to flee and abandon his troops when the commies had started to lose. Abandoning troops made Sam angry, he wouldn’t allow people to leave their troops even on the Allied front. What the hell? Sam thought he heard something… no… it was the river, must be. Sam saw the bridge and almost rushed forward, but he was too hot, 
“Mike? I’m gonna go put my feet in the water and cool down okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll wait here then”

Sam took his shoes and socks off and put his feet into the cool, gurgling water, it was much deeper than he had expected, he was enjoying the cool refreshing wetness when he felt a yank at his leg. Sam was pulled. At first he tried to resist. Then he couldn’t anymore. The thing on his leg was too powerful. He plunged down, luckily Sam managed to get a breath of air before he was completely under water. Everything was blurry and Sam could barely see, but he looked down anyway, the thing on his leg was a giant squid! He tried to yell for help, hoping Mike would hear, but no sound came out, just bubbles and the squid pulled him further down. Then Sam saw the rifle butt above his head in the water; Mike was trying to get him! Sam reached up, but he couldn’t reach! He then remembered the knife on his belt, he pulled it out of its sheath, and hacked at the squid’s tentacle, fighting to stay conscious at the same time, the lack of air was hurting him.

Mike had turned around to see if Scout was behind them, then saw that she was, it was then that he heard the loud splash, he turned back and saw that Sam had gone. He ran up to the edge and looked, Sam was struggling underwater, so Mike grabbed the Sniper Rifle and thrust the butt of it under the gurgling, icy cold surface of the water.

Sam couldn’t hold on much longer, he hacked desperately at the tentacle, until… YES! It loosened its grip on his leg; Sam was suddenly filled with hope. He concentrated, and finally he pushed himself up to grab the butt of the rifle. As soon as he got hold of it the squid sent another tentacle towards his leg. Sam tried to kick it away, but it caught hold of him, he struggled to kick it off, then the surface of the water broke above his head and he could finally take a breath of air. No sooner than he had taken that breath, he was plunged underwater again, the squid was fighting with vigour to keep its prized possession… Sam! It was then that Sam did something very dangerous and very stupid; he let go of the rifle. Sam then tightened his grip on the knife and stabbed at the squid’s narrow, streamlined head, after a few attempts the squid’s tentacles went limp and Sam pushed upwards once more. He was greeted by the gift of fresh air, and a dry, firm ground to sit on,
“Still hot? Oh yeah, just wanted to put your feet in the pool, what a good idea” Mike laughed
“Yeah, funny I’m sure, so why the hell did you touch my gun?” Sam said angrily 
“I saved your life, you wanna die or something?” Mike rationalised
“You soaked it, it’s gonna need ages to dry out, and all the sights are out, you might have killed us, you do realise that? For all you know, doing that killed us!” Sam yelled
“Or saved your pitiful, selfish life!” Mike shouted
“No, I killed that squid myself!” Sam cried
“I gave you extra air to do so!” Mike bellowed
“I’m not gonna get mad over this, but remember this if they kill you, I hope it takes ages for you to die, and I hope people spit on your grave” Sam snarled
“So I’m forgiven?” Mike laughed
“Yeah I guess you are then, just don’t touch my rifle again.” Sam laughed back, deciding that he was over-reacting. It was hard for him to remember how to interact with other people properly, and he’d become very attached to his gun…
“Look, it’s one ‘o’ clock, we are way behind schedule, let’s move okay?”
“Yeah, just let me clean my gun out”
“Yeah sure”
Sam sat and cleaned out his sniper rifle; it took him about half an hour to get it to his satisfaction. Then he got some cloth and began to dry all the separate pieces, finally he marked his position with a pole, walked forward, counting 500 feet, put a pole in the ground and did the same for 1000 and 1500 feet. Then he walked back towards the first pole and focused each to his liking. Then Mike and Sam set out again. Sam had just one thing on his mind, the enemy sniper he had been sent out to find and kill, it would be a duel that Sam would remember for the rest of his life. He already had a plan set out in his mind. He would, while Mike was destroying the psychic amplifier with C4 explosives, set up and make himself comfortable, then the enemy sniper would know where they were, come looking for them and then one of the two of them would die…
“Just like Stalingrad…” Smiled Sam grimly

It was 11:00 when Mike saw lights through the trees he called to Sam
“Sam, come take a look at this, through your scope, I think we are at the amplifier”
Sam looked through his scope at the tall building, yes, that was the psychic amplifier, and there weren’t many people around, it was the only building there, Sam counted five people, three were scientists and the last two were normal troops. He aimed at one of the troops, fired and looked through the scope and down the bullet tailwind to see the outcome…

Sergeant Katrina was looking at the scientists, she realised that they were rushing to finish the Amplifier and stayed out of their way. She thought she heard a crack, she looked over to the other Sergeant stationed there to protect the amplifier and call for reinforcements if things looked bad. As she looked the other sergeants head flung back as if hit by a hammer, at the same time a loud THUMP came from that direction. Stalin Be! The enemy sniper they had been warned about had come! Katrina heard another crack. She reached for her Comm unit, but as she did she felt as if someone had hit her chest with a hammer. Then another crack, and amidst the blinding pain, her head flung back, snapping her neck and killing her… The second bullet had hit her just above the bridge of her nose.

Sam watched through the scope as the second body hit the floor and the scientists ran into the trees for protection, they weren’t very good at hiding, Sam realised that they were only civilian scientists, and so he spared them.

Mike ran up to the amplifier and planted C4s over the outside, kicked the door in and ran inside, he planted a C4 in every large room he could get to in a hurry. He also placed one in the corridor, then he ran out and set them off with the remote… The explosion ripped into the silent, dark night, transforming it into a loud, bright hell…

WEDNESDAY 7TH: RUSSIAN COMMUNICATION CENTER : LOCATION TOP SECRET

The lieutenant in charge of communications was alarmed when the amplifier signal went down, he expected the two sergeants to have informed him about any invasions… He sent out a top alert signal to the local troops in Spain, whoever was doing that was gonna be very sorry now. The lieutenant smiled… what a pity.

WEDNESDAY 7TH: SOMEWHERE IN SPAIN

Sam had been hunting around the area for a good spot to snipe from. It took him an hour, but he got it. He was settling down and had set up everything he needed to set up; all he had to do now was wait…

Mike was thinking, it could be so easy to just leave, he felt sorry for Sam, from the age of 20 he had been in war situations, his young adult life of sex, drinking and clubbing was gone, Mike could never have gone without those…
“Hey Sam?” he said cautiously
“Yeah?”
“I have to go as soon as the chopper comes, do you want to forget this enemy sniper” 
“No, I came all this way, I was almost killed, I’m not turning back now, it’s too late”
“Yeah, okay, I’m gonna have the chopper ready so you can come home as soon as this guy is dead, and I’ll be watching the whole thing”
“Thanks Mike” Sam said gratefully and sincerely
Mike was watching the sky for the chopper when the bullet came; Sam heard the crack, counted 2 and heard the thump. The bullet hit a tree next to where Mike was standing, he took a second to take in that the sniper was close by then jumped into the bushes and crawled for a few feet. Sam was pumping with excitement, the worthy adversary was close by, and the duel was on! Sam watched and listened; the enemy was about 1000 feet away. That would be hard to hit, and he’d never done that range before… He would NOT lose. He looked around slowly with his scope. Sam was waiting ten minutes before he saw what he was looking for; he shot at the patch of skin he could see. It was easy… but then less than a second after he shot, he knew it was not the sniper, it was cloth, the oldest trick in the book and he had given his location away… DAMN! He laid as flat to the ground as possible and listened for the crack, it took a couple of seconds, but it came CRACK he waited, THUMP Sam screamed in fake agony. The bullet had missed him but he had a plan, he looked through his ‘scope, and saw it, the commie sniper was looking up. Smirking a sick twisted smirk. Thinking he had hit Sam, his head was in perfect view, Sam shot and watched the tailwind of the bullet hoping, praying…

Mikhail shot; he heard the scream, YES! He had hit that British scum, he was amazed how easy it was, but he wanted to see him die. Mikhail looked up; there was nobody to be seen… Where was he? He raised his head further. After a few seconds he thought he heard a crack… huh? Strange, then he fell, and he knew no more, a .303 bullet flew at amazing speeds and hit him with the force of a hammer between the eyes, slightly above the base of his nose. Killing him instantly. The only thing that comforted his wife and daughter when they were informed was that he felt no pain.

Sam laughed. He had got him! He won, now he could go home! Mike came from behind him, 
“Why did you scream? The bullet didn’t hit you!” He asked as if talking to a young child who had cried for no reason
“I’ll tell you on the way back” Sam smiled “And you’ll laugh so hard”
After about 20 minutes the chopper came. It was silver with blue markings, and it looked like God himself to Mike and Sam that day. And never did they think that 30 Rhino tanks, 15 V3 Rocket launchers and various other Soviet troops would be racing at that time to destroy what they thought to be the huge army that had attacked their precious Psychic Amplifier… Today was a victory that would be forever written in the record books, the first win that won the war…

THE END...

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