Last One Out v.3
An updated version as of March 14th 2012
"It seems like forever since we've been captured. The other transport full of wounded never made it here. Wolfen treachery. That night I was hoping to make my final stand. I was prepared to give my all. If only for a little while. Now I sit here, in this prison. Everyone has all but given up hope of seeing home again. Me.......well I'm made of stronger stuff."
"Lyle, I heard was taken out of the boarding house and tortured to death. His screams still haunt my dreams. Chilling me to the bone knowing that one day it may be me leaving to the wolfs den. Seems a fitting name since all foxes who go in never come back out. A smell in the air tells me what happens when they are done with you. Burnt flesh leaves a taint in your sense of smell. After awhile it doesn't bother you any more. All we can do is hope and pray our friends find this place soon. These may be my last words. Kihara Jansen, Private 1673259"
After reading the piece of paper Vince puts it in his pocket. "What the fuck went on here?". Vince looks around the burnt out concentration camp. Two buildings were distant from the main one. Spent ammo cases on the ground signaled a firefight. On a fence post he seen a nail with some fox tags hanging from it.
Vince walks over and reads them. Kihara Jansen, Lyle Red Fox, Hasko McEvers, Jena Williamson, Raine McAdams. "I'm sorry my brothers." A tear creeps down his face as he places the tags in his front uniform pocket for safekeeping and for grave detail, should they find the bodies.
The sounds from the radio catches his attention.
"Romeo company this is Charlie company requesting sit-rep on Makina concentration camp, over."
Vince walks over to the radio op and grabs the headset, 'This is Romeo company with sit-rep. Camp is deserted and no sign of POWs. Intel seems to be missing or destroyed. Requesting situation update, over."
The radio comes to life, "Command is requesting that your unit search nearby area for signs of survivors. Be on the look out for wolven informant. Challenge is Indigo. Answer is Midnight. How copy?"
Vince seems a little puzzled, "Wolven defector? Are you sure? I mean shit ain't nothing here but dirt and misery"
"Positive Romeo. Do not shoot wolven defector. I repeat do not shoot defector. Command has placed this as priority one."
Vince looks over to the radio operator. His expression is the same as his own, puzzled. "Copy Charlie will not shoot defector. Over and out." Vince gives the headset back to the operator. "Next they'll ask me to have a beer with the wolven commander."
After checking his rifle he calls over the rest of his squad. 5 foxes, Vince included. Mack, heavy gunner. Bryans, radio operator. Sierra, sniper/demolitions and Jenkins, field medic. "Alright boys and girl. Command is having us search the nearby area for survivors and a wolfen defector." Vince didn't believe his orders but still he had to relay them so this situation doesn't get any more fubar than it already is.
Mack, his second in command looks at Vince, "Defector? What next? The high priestess of Idonia. Ain't no one finding shit in this place. Nothing here but ghosts and memories." Mack feels a little disappointed at the lack of combat.
Vince ignores his comment, "So if you see a wolf, challenge is Indigo. Answer is midnight, Got it?" Vince seen most of the company nod their heads and moves on.
Macks the only one that shakes his head, "Is that before or after I kill the shit out of them?"
Vince lets out a sigh, "Before, you asshole. Right lets do what we came here for." Vince stops for a second and pulls out his map. "Seeing as how Aksana is due north I think we should make our way north. We may find them along they way".
Mack walks by Vince, "Shit if it was me lost out here, I'd make my way back to our line, regroup and come back to kick some ass. But thats just me."
Vince puts the map down for a second, "Well Mack not all of us are born to kick ass, take names and drink to the bones of our enemies."
Mack stops just for a second, "You see what democracy does to you? Snips your pride and tosses you to the four winds. The next war is gonna be lost because of a bunch of corn bred pussies." Mack spits and moves on.
Vince goes back to the map shaking his head in the process, "It's a damn shame we don't have more presidents like you to lead us Mack. We'd be fighting all our battles in a bar."
Mack laughs out loud, "Only way to go Captain. Beer in one hand and a rifle in the other."
2 hours later night began to fall upon the area and Vince was wondering if he had made the right call. Command didn't really say what area exactly. Maybe they meant the entire wolven country side. Seems only fitting since things can go to shit in a heartbeat.
"Not to worry Captain, I know we're going the right way." Mack says as he walks by Vince.
Vince stops for a second, "How the hell do you know where your going? For all we know you're walking us into an enemy camp."
Mack stops for second, smells the air and goes prone. Vince kneels down and makes his way over to Mack, "Contact?" Mack points to the tree line in front of them. He sees movement but can't get an i.d.
Vince signals for Sierra and she quietly sneaks up to their position. Kneeling behind Vince she looks around, "Enemy?"
Vince points down to the tree line, "Possible enemy sighting. Sierra give me some intel with your rifle."
Sierra lays down in front of Vince and lifts her rifle to look through the scope. She sees a wolf and some foxes sitting around a small fire. The wolf has a rifle and the foxes are on the ground. "Armed wolf. Single. Female. Foxes. Unarmed. Two. Both female. About 200 yards out."
Mack squints to see them, "Wolf? Single? I like tall chicks. Mmmm not bad whatever they're cooking."
Sierra shakes her head, 'Let me guess. You smelled their food from here?" Mack never fails to amaze Sieera with his stupidity and simple mindedness.
Mack smiles, "Sure as hell beats an MRE anyday. Besides maybe they want to share it with a handsome fox like me."
Vince sits up, "Hold fire till we're sure its the wolf we're looking for. You got that?"
Sierra nods her head, "Got it sir. Holding fire" Sierra moves her finger away from the trigger.
Vince signals for Bryans and Jenkins to come to them.
"Enemy?" asks Jenkins. He sees Vince point towards the tree line. Jenkins looks over and sees them.
Vince checks his ammo and reloads his rifle. "We don't know yet Jenkins." Looking back to Sierra, Vince speaks, "Sierra, you hold here with Jenkins and Bryans. Mack you flank right while I flank left." Taking a deep breath Vince gets ready to move out. "Sierra, you see flashes you take the wolf out. Got it?"
Sierra nods in approval, "Will do sir."
Vince pats Mack on the shoulder, "Let's dance."
Mack smiles a bit before getting up, "With pleasure."
Sierra watches as they split up and looks through her scope, "Good luck boys."
Vince charges through the woods till about 75 yards from the target and begins creeping up on them. Meanwhile Mack was taking his sweet ass time. He stopped at 90 yards to take a piss.
Sierra watches as the wolf gets up and moves behind a tree. "Shit, we may have a problem".
Jenkins looks at Sierra. "What?"
Sierra adjusts her scope and puts her finger on the trigger, "I just lost sight of the wolf."
Mack undoes his fly and takes it out. "Ahhhh". He shakes his head a bit while pissing, "Its a little chilly out here." He feels a knife go over his throat.
"And just a little over crowded".
Mack stops pissing for a bit.
The voice female spoke once more, "Hands up."
Mack raises his hands, "Oh shit man, fuck me."
"Its about midnight you think?"
Nervous, Mack forgets everything Vince had told him, "What the fuck you blabbing on about?"
Annoyed the voice asks again, "Its about midnight you stupid asshole."
Mack laughs a little, "Bars close in about two hours there babe. And I don't even know your name."
"God dammit midnight you motherfucker!", yells the voice
A voice comes from behind both of them, "Indigo."
Mack feels the knife lowered from his throat, "Captain?" Zipping his fly Mack turns around and sees Vince beside the wolf. She was taller than Vince and was very good looking to boot.
"Is this the uh um traitor?" Mack can't believe her size and stands in awe. She was a lot taller than he had expected.
The wolf puts her knife away, "I was beginning to wonder if you would come for me at all." Shaking his hand she tells him her name, "Anika McElrone and you?"
Vince looks up to her, "What about the two foxes with you?"
Anika turns in the camps direction, "Survivors from the Makina concentration camp."
Vince glances at Mack who is checking out the wolf, "What happened there anyways?"
"Special forces came and cleaned up the area. Apparently someone pissed off the commander and he wanted the camp gone. Got out just in time before it all went fubar."
Vince gives some thought to the subject, "Why? Was there some kind of experiment going on there or something?"
Anika looks down at Vince, "Asked as if I had a fucking clue. Your friends at the camp could probably tell you more than I can about the subject. You should really ask them"
Vince nods in agreement and asks Mack to go get the rest.
10 minutes later they were all at the camp. Vince walked over to the foxes on the ground. "Are you alright?"
One of the vixens turned her head, "Are you the rescue team?"
Vince pauses for a bit, "Sure didn't come across wolf infested lands to leave with nothing."
A spark of hope lights up her face, "I told you guys I was right. They did send someone for us."
The other vixen didn't even flinch.
Vince looks at a lone vixen who remained quiet, "Who is she? You know?"
The speaking vixen looks at the quiet one, "She hasn't said nothing after going into the den. When the fighting broke out. I found her walking in the middle of the battle. It was kinda spooky, like she wasn't there at all. It creeped the shit out of me."
Vince goes over to the vixen and moves her hair to look at her face. She kept staring at the ground saying nothing, she doesn't even flinch at his touch. Checking her wrist Vince finds a metallic band. "RS #115? What the hell is this for?"
Anika sits beside the vixen, "Poor thing what have those bastards done to you?"
Mack walks over to Vince, "Choppers on the way. ETA 15 minutes till extraction."
Vince nods his head and looks at the vixen, "The sooner we get back to hq the better. Command isn't going to like this. Shit even I don't like it and I don't know what it is."
An hour later they were back at the base. Vince still didn't know what to make of the whole situation. It seemed as if he had just stepped into another dimension. A blown out POW camp, a wolven defector and questions that were left unanswered.
A soldier walks up to Vince and hands him a paper. Vince watches the soldier walk away and reads the paper. Its the after action report. as he reads it a shock comes over him, one of the foxes recovered is Kihara Jansen.
The need to find out what happened races through his mind as he puts the paper down. "What the fuck went on there?"