Chapter 1 I ran to open the door, fire bursting from inside the copter, I soared, wind flying through my face as i reached for that friendly little chord. I pulled, and instantly i slowed down as the parachute blocked me from falling to my doom. i looked across the building for my target, and saw the window I needed to jump through. I grabbed out my Galil as I desended toward the window. I was ready. More coming soon please post any mistakes or comments in feedback section.
Chapter 2 the glass shattered at my feet touching, I blasted away at the guards and finally the bullets met his arm. The leader of this taliban unit is down, so I went through the file cabnet, pulling out any interesting documents and hiding them away in a built in pocket. I had five minutes left, I reached for the bomb and planted it on the door. I ran outside, 2 minutes to spare, I dodged bullets, coming in the heli 2 minutes early. We flew fast as the base exploded, fire and flame encompassing the area.
Chapter 3 Stupid Galil i thought as i realized the gun had once again jammed. This gun had just been rejected by me, now I have my signature M16 and a silenced CZ, for closer combat. The mission had been a success, beside the millions of glass shard cuts and the bullets trailing down my forearm. That man had been selling bomb parts to other countries for too long. He was such an expert, he could get past airplane security with an armed bomb ready to explode. Taking him out was the only thing that we could have done, thank goodness he worked alone (besides like four hundred taliban guards, and the fact that he basically worked for the Afghanistanian taliban and the Al-quaida). Our next mission: letting the rest of the taliban know we don't like them either. Any questions or comments feel free to post in the feedback thread
Chapter 4 Kabul, Afghanistan: Dragonav strapped to my back, hidden by my burqa, I walked towards the stage, hoping my masculine features would be cloaked, and saw them cut off hands of thieves. Blood flowed out, making the stage that much more red. I saw him well out of reach, from where I was anyway. I slowly closed in on a shop owner. Shoving him in a closet, I made my way towards the roof, up the stairs. I tore off the burqa, planted my rifle, and started to aim. The point of my crosshair was hiding view of the dead center of his forehead, and I pulled that cold, steal arc towards me, and watched him fly backwards and red pour on the hard packed dirt. I hurried toward the airport, bouncing building to building, bullets just skimming my head and legs as I jumped onto a nearby horse. I hurried away, Talibs firing away with there cheap AKs, bullets showering in every direction. Charging down the runway, I spot the plane and begin to focus. My horse all of the sudden starts to fall to the ground, and I jump, run up the ramp, and close the door. The pilot immediatley backs the plane up and we begin to charge forward, towards the cloudless, blue sky. Because of recent complaints the name of the story is now Special Op