“First Squad, Move!”
The ten men that made up 1st squad, delta platoon, US army Rangers, ran forward a hundred yards and took cover around one of the gates leading into central park. Private Benjamin Delat, or Quick for short, grimaced under his helmet.
“Whats the matter Quick?” asked the burly trooper next to him.
“Let me put it this way Voicebox, shortly after meeting Staff Sergeant shouty over there, I realised that joining the army was a bad idea. When the judge said, five with the army or ten in the penitentiary, I should have taken the ten and walked away smiling.”
Voicebox laughed softly.
“Second squad will provide covering fire, first squad will take the breach! Move!”
Ben hefted his carbine and followed his unit though the gateway. Almost immediately automatic fire tore through them. Voicebox went down, his chest blown away. The big man tried to get up, but his arms couldn’t support him. The man was dead, he just didn’t have the sense to know it yet. A burst of light engulfed Ben and he disappeared form the battlefield.
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