Jake looked around the high tech interior of the helicopter. The plane’s sleek black design and advanced equipments made everything seems so fresh. When he first came onto the helicopter, he was compelled to touch every 50 buttons in the front seat because he was so excited but restrained himself. The batabatabata of the helicopter’s rotor and sudden wind turbulence shook him out of his thoughts. It reminded him of the dangerous mission he was on.
“Good luck on your first mission, rookie. Iraq is no safe place, but just follow my orders and everything will be okay,” said the tired Sergeant Michael sitting across from him. He blew his cigarette smoke at Jake’s face as a joke but Jake ducked away from it. He moved towards the open door of the …show more content…
That was where he thought he last saw a town before his helicopter exploded. He had no idea whether he was going in the right direction but he needed to find food, water, and shelter. The long walk was taking a toll on his broken body and he had to rest every few minutes because of his aching ribs. He stopped in front of a large boulder in front of him. “Are the others alive?” Jake asked himself over and over. “What if I’m the only one alive? Should I try to contact them again?” Suddenly, Jake’s ears perked up. He thought he heard voices. He looked behind him and saw two figures walking towards him. One of the men seemed to be short and skinny while the other is a large and muscular man with a moustache. “Do not move!” yelled one of the guys with a thick and foreign accent. “Put down your gun.” Scared, Jake started running the other way. He had not gotten far when his ribs started pulsating with pain and he fell down. Sand flew into his mouth. One of the men fired a warning shot and told Jake to stay down. A few seconds passed by with deadly silence, the men caught up to Jake’s exhausted …show more content…
He’s from United States,” said the shorter man when he saw Jake’s military uniform. The more muscular of the two picked Jake up and started carrying him. Jake tried to reach for the gun in his holster but the short man saw the movement. He quickly disarmed Jake and threw away his gun into the vast desert. The two seemed to be part of a militia or deserters from some army. Their uniforms were dirty and tattered. “Where are you taking me?” Jake asked between labored breaths. The men did not respond.
The sun was starting to set when the men arrived in front of a base. The shorter man unlocked the door. The muscular man walked in and dropped Jake onto the floor. Jake crawled towards the corner of the room. The short man stopped in front of Jake and crouched down in front of him.
“We have a lot to talk about, Jake.” The short man started, “Your friends. We saw the copter go down.”
“What? How?” Jake asked. “Are they alive?”
The short man laughed out loud. “Because we were the ones that shot it down,” he replied after calming himself down.
Jake immediately felt an intense surge of hatred and anger. He stood up and got into the man’s sneering face. However, he immediately dropped back down when the muscular man sent a hard punch to his gut.
“Enough, Bahadur,” the short man said.
Bahadur grunted and returned to his position, guarding the door.
“Screw you! Where are my men?” Jake
“Good luck on your first mission, rookie. Iraq is no safe place, but just follow my orders and everything will be okay,” said the tired Sergeant Michael sitting across from him. He blew his cigarette smoke at Jake’s face as a joke but Jake ducked away from it. He moved towards the open door of the …show more content…
That was where he thought he last saw a town before his helicopter exploded. He had no idea whether he was going in the right direction but he needed to find food, water, and shelter. The long walk was taking a toll on his broken body and he had to rest every few minutes because of his aching ribs. He stopped in front of a large boulder in front of him. “Are the others alive?” Jake asked himself over and over. “What if I’m the only one alive? Should I try to contact them again?” Suddenly, Jake’s ears perked up. He thought he heard voices. He looked behind him and saw two figures walking towards him. One of the men seemed to be short and skinny while the other is a large and muscular man with a moustache. “Do not move!” yelled one of the guys with a thick and foreign accent. “Put down your gun.” Scared, Jake started running the other way. He had not gotten far when his ribs started pulsating with pain and he fell down. Sand flew into his mouth. One of the men fired a warning shot and told Jake to stay down. A few seconds passed by with deadly silence, the men caught up to Jake’s exhausted …show more content…
He’s from United States,” said the shorter man when he saw Jake’s military uniform. The more muscular of the two picked Jake up and started carrying him. Jake tried to reach for the gun in his holster but the short man saw the movement. He quickly disarmed Jake and threw away his gun into the vast desert. The two seemed to be part of a militia or deserters from some army. Their uniforms were dirty and tattered. “Where are you taking me?” Jake asked between labored breaths. The men did not respond.
The sun was starting to set when the men arrived in front of a base. The shorter man unlocked the door. The muscular man walked in and dropped Jake onto the floor. Jake crawled towards the corner of the room. The short man stopped in front of Jake and crouched down in front of him.
“We have a lot to talk about, Jake.” The short man started, “Your friends. We saw the copter go down.”
“What? How?” Jake asked. “Are they alive?”
The short man laughed out loud. “Because we were the ones that shot it down,” he replied after calming himself down.
Jake immediately felt an intense surge of hatred and anger. He stood up and got into the man’s sneering face. However, he immediately dropped back down when the muscular man sent a hard punch to his gut.
“Enough, Bahadur,” the short man said.
Bahadur grunted and returned to his position, guarding the door.
“Screw you! Where are my men?” Jake