Frost: -recalls the same memory he had last night- "Yeah. I've been questioning whether I am or not a lot lately." -pause- "You would not believe half of the things I had to do."
-The village, not on any map, was located somewhere in southern India. A small Army group had been dispatched there, hearing reports of enemy activity. They slowly made their way through the village, their weapons tight. They didn't want civilian casualties.-
of them didn't.-
-Frost's squad leader, callsign Pisces, was casually walking through town, his weapon loosely pointed downwards. It was obvious he was not concerned — he figured any imminent threat would be diagnosed and treated by his soldiers.-
-It was at the point they reached the center of the village. All of the people were gathered there, and someone seemed to be preaching to them silently, waving his hands in the air and making signs.-
Pisces: "What in the fuck is this?"
-Another man, callsign of Jokester, spoke up.-
Jokester: "Prob'ly tellin' 'em 'bout us, sir."
Pisces: "Eh. Whatever." -he notices the man is brandishing his fists and a walking stick at them- "Now what the fuck is he doing?"
-Jokester couldn't answer, for at that moment, the group of villagers began angrily yelling at the group in a multitude in different languages, none of them English. The task force group jumped back, pointing their rifles at the group.-
Pisces: "Christ on a bike, they look angry."
Frost: "No offense, sir—"
Pisces: "Then shut up, Westbrook."
Pisces: "Shut yer piehole. Not like any of them can understand me." -pauses- "Frost, shoot the priest. In the testicles."
Pisces: "You heard me. Make an example of him. Or." -he pulls out his pistol and points it at Frost- "I'll make an example out of you." -the rest of the squad points their weapons at Pisces- "Oh, come off it. You know you can't shoot me. I have a reputation back stateside. I turn up dead, first people they're gonna look at is you. And with no other witnesses than a few ragtag spec-op mooks and a group of jabbering foreigners, who're they gonna believe? The dead, country-renowned leader, or you assholes?"
-Another man speaks up — his callsign is Poseidon.-
Poseidon: "I think they might believe us three assholes over you."
Pisces: "That's where you're wrong, lugnut. Besides." -he smirks- "None of you get paid unless I stay alive."
-All three of the men, Jokester, Poseidon, and Frost, were relatively poor, so they stiffen at this.-
Pisces: "That's what I thought. Now, Snowflake." -to Frost- "Shoot 'im. I'll make sure he was marked as hostile in the report."
-Frost looks at Pisces, then his teammates. Jokester and Poseidon look helpless — without the army pay, both of their families would go hungry. It didn't help that they would probably be court-martialed for shooting Pisces, no matter what reason they had for it.-
Frost: -sighs- "Yessir." -he points his weapon, and takes the shot-
-Frost snaps out of his reverie with an almost inaudible gasp.-
Frost: Pisces...that man was behind it all. That fucker.
Sonic: "Good. Wouldn't want you gettin' injured." -he smiles-
edited 27th Dec '11 12:41:10 PM by Chilifro