Post by Curse Jordan on Aug 22, 2009 10:38:54 GMT -5
Blackness blurred in and out of the warriors sight as he fought for conciousness. Pain filled his skull and he felt as if his body had been used for target practice. Every subtle move sent bolts of agony through his veins and when he was finally able to open an eye, he realized he was laying on the filthy floor of some kind of cell. Forcing himself to suppress the groan that wanted to escape, he kept his eyes half slitted and noted what he could.
The cell he was in held only himself and another body in the far corner. A moth eaten blanket was tossed haphazardly over his body and the small window in the upper corner of the quarters seemed to indicate they were underground. The muttering he could hear outside the barred door was Arabic and he felt his heart stop. Reality came rushing back to him as the previous events filled his mind.
He'd been sent in to free two high level security analyst's for the US intelligence office. His team had lost 4 of their number in a raid earlier in the week and one of them hadn't made it out of the compound alive. Curse's job had been to infiltrate the dwelling and pull out the ones he could. He's succeeded in getting the two analyst's out but he'd been unable to locate the soldier the first trip. Determined to free his friend too, he'd gone back in only to come under heavy fire when he'd finally managed to locate the man and start hauling him out.
They'd gotten as far as the outer barricade when they'd been spotted and Curse's luck had run out. Stashing his companion where one of the other seals would be able to retrieve him, he hid and weaved in and out of spots until he'd been almost half way around the courtyard before they had managed to pen him down. He'd taken out several of the son of a bitchs before they'd managed to put a bullet in his side and in his upper thigh. Another shot had creased his skull and that was his last rational thought until waking up in this dump.
Keeping himself still, Curse ran through his injuries and noted a dirty bandage on his side and on his leg. New bruises lined his arms, face and ribs so he reckoned they'd taken great joy in beating him after he passed out but someone obviously wanted him alive long enough to question about his activities.
Deciding his best bet was to pretend unconciousness, the soldier laid on the floor and turned his thoughts to his wife and babies. He'd made a promise to them that he'd make it home so he was just going to have to cowboy up and find a way to make it happen. As he thought on his beautiful wife's face, a tear trickled down his face but he forced himself to make plans. He wasn't about to let her down.. Not when he hadn't even gotten to see his little ones yet.
With that thought in mind, he let himself drift off into oblivion.
The cell he was in held only himself and another body in the far corner. A moth eaten blanket was tossed haphazardly over his body and the small window in the upper corner of the quarters seemed to indicate they were underground. The muttering he could hear outside the barred door was Arabic and he felt his heart stop. Reality came rushing back to him as the previous events filled his mind.
He'd been sent in to free two high level security analyst's for the US intelligence office. His team had lost 4 of their number in a raid earlier in the week and one of them hadn't made it out of the compound alive. Curse's job had been to infiltrate the dwelling and pull out the ones he could. He's succeeded in getting the two analyst's out but he'd been unable to locate the soldier the first trip. Determined to free his friend too, he'd gone back in only to come under heavy fire when he'd finally managed to locate the man and start hauling him out.
They'd gotten as far as the outer barricade when they'd been spotted and Curse's luck had run out. Stashing his companion where one of the other seals would be able to retrieve him, he hid and weaved in and out of spots until he'd been almost half way around the courtyard before they had managed to pen him down. He'd taken out several of the son of a bitchs before they'd managed to put a bullet in his side and in his upper thigh. Another shot had creased his skull and that was his last rational thought until waking up in this dump.
Keeping himself still, Curse ran through his injuries and noted a dirty bandage on his side and on his leg. New bruises lined his arms, face and ribs so he reckoned they'd taken great joy in beating him after he passed out but someone obviously wanted him alive long enough to question about his activities.
Deciding his best bet was to pretend unconciousness, the soldier laid on the floor and turned his thoughts to his wife and babies. He'd made a promise to them that he'd make it home so he was just going to have to cowboy up and find a way to make it happen. As he thought on his beautiful wife's face, a tear trickled down his face but he forced himself to make plans. He wasn't about to let her down.. Not when he hadn't even gotten to see his little ones yet.
With that thought in mind, he let himself drift off into oblivion.