Life as a mercenary was a difficult job, risking your life for financial purposes, your will needed to be unique, strong like no other to get into such violence. Weak willed solider would be disposed of quick simply because of their ignorance does see the will to survive . You must live to learn, judging a mercenary as a monster is pure ignorance, until you've stepped into a merc's shoes you have no right to judge. Living is harsh enough knowing that you kill at least ten people everyone, prejudice thoughts are not welcoming by the slightest.No one is the same person, we are all mentally diverse, that's why we must judge opinions
16 year old boy, Danny, skilled martial artist, and weapon master, a prodigy to the leeshue bloodline. Trained at an early age, Danny was renown in the military world, judged as the weapon of fate, his father wanted nothing more of his son but to learn how to protect his self, but he also wanted his son to be able to survive the harsh cold environment, becoming a mercenary was the easiest option , considering his military training. Jason hoped that one day his son would walked the battlefields strongly, fighting for his financial right. The bloodline will remain military based, the views of people didn't matter to Jason, his family had to be strong, they had to survive endeavors that could cease your life.Being a Mercenary was something made from the Leeshue family.
It was said to be the deadliest mission of all, Afghanistan, the death toll for many American soldiers were high since the main bases were stationed there. Jason feared nothing, death was nothing but an easy way out to him, so he should no fear when confronting his adversaries.This was an excellent mission for his son Vigilante aka Danny Leeshue to get involved in. he didn't know how his son felt about doing this mission, but he had to learn how to confront death in the face and laugh. The mission was assigned to the about 2 days ago, by the Black Label. The Black label reps urged Jason not to bring his son into this fight , but he didst listen, now the two killers were on the first flight to Afghanistan, to suppress enemy insurgent numbers.
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The helicopter ride was almost unbearable once they reached the hot zone, bullets zipped through the air , hitting the hard metal surface of the chopper,Jason showed no fear to the event, it was like a daily occurrence in his life.He looked into his sons face, Danny sat in the chopper quietly, Jason could sense a little fear in his heart." don't worry, its not as bad as it looks" he said trying to cheer the 16 year old up. we are near the landing point , get your equipment ready" the pilot said,Jason did his traditional checking of his guns to ensure he was ready to" make sure all of your stuff his ready, once we hop out of the plane, don't close your eye, a bullet could whiz at your head at any second, you must make sure you are aware of your surroundings at all time.Suddenly a machine like whiz occurred, followed by a loud explosion" AW SH!T WE'VE BEEN HIt" the pilot screamed as he tried to gain control of the helicopter" JUMP OUT THE CHOPPER DAN!!" , Jason hopped from the the crashing chopper with Dan following. the were in a deserted looking area with adobe looking house. Jason landed on the floor with a loud thump of his feet. because of his suit , he was able to jump from high areas and endure the impact.
" okay, Bloodhound we have reached the area, give us your ord....." before he could even finish his sentence , a group of cloaked Natives began to take fire at jason and his dear son" AWW SH!T" Jason ran left into a fragile house. He raised his m16 to his chest ready to run out and open fire on his enemies"MUTHER F#CKERS", jason charged out of the home sidestepping in a half circular motion, firing his M16 relentlessly at his adversaries." Bodies began to drop like flies ,as crimson liquids drenched the natives material, The fight was on
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