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Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night, the kind of night you expect to see in a very poorly done horror movie. The sky was black, the ground was black, it was raining hard, and the only illumination was the few thunderbolts that came out of the clouds like God's own angels. On the ground, moving almost parallel with the shadows, were figures with an insignia on their shoulders. It showed a golden eagle falling through the sky, with a red arrow through it. The insignia meant these soldiers were part of the special branch "Fallen Eagles", in the U.S. military, a special military group, for only the most dangerous of operations. They were clad in black body armor, with night vision goggles, face masks, and a 67.5 caliber semi-assault rifles, with an attached scope.

These soldiers moved through, completely silent, one with the shadows. The soldier up front motioned for them to stop by holding a fist in the air. He motioned for one of the soldiers to the front of the pack, and made a swift forward motion with his hand. The second soldier moved up silently and very cautiously, looking around for any targets. He had moved about a block up the dark street, when he motioned for the group to come up very slowly.

The group of soldiers made their way up to the lone soldier, and placed themselves against the wall. The lone soldier made his way back to the group, and signaled with two fingers that there were two hostiles in the area. He then pointed up to a concrete block, which had been eroded by many years of wet weather. The front soldier nodded, and chose two soldiers to move up to the concrete block, and hold fire until his order. The two soldiers went to the concrete block, and held their position. The rest of the group gathered up onto the corner of the twelve story building. The front man then made a fist and punched into the air with a controlled force. The two men by the door opened fire, and the hostiles, which looked very much like civilians, but with an old fashioned AK-47 automatic rifle, went down fast, but the soldiers knew there was much more, and seventeen soldiers filed from the buildings on each side. Three soldiers from the group peeked around the corner, and managed to get five, before the rest got to cover, in the form of makeshift sandbags. The front soldier made a thumbs up signal to the soldiers behind the concrete wall. They then each primed a grenade, and threw it as hard as they could.

There were two bright lights, and then a lot of shrapnel went flying around, hitting one of the hostiles in the eye. The front soldier made a slicing motion with his hand followed by a controlled punch in the air. The soldiers all charged forward, firing on the enemy while they were disoriented, the managed to get another six before the hostiles realized what was going on, took cover behind the sandbags, and opened fire, but the team had already taken cover behind a fallen support pillar. Only five left, and with that, he made a circling motion with his one finger to three men, who then disappeared into the shadows, as if they were never there. The rest of the group continued to fire, suppressing them with the overwhelming firepower. All of the sudden, the five men were taken out by shots to the right temple. The three men that went around motioned the rest of the team forward.

The team went forward, and heard the sound of the helicopter. The lead soldier made another slicing motion with his hand, indicating to one of the soldiers. The soldier went up to the corner of the building, and took a peek around the corner. He then motioned them forward, and had the lead soldier look around. Parked on a helipad, was an old fashioned UH-1 Huey, armed with M60D door guns, 20 mm cannon, and 2.75 inch rocket launchers. This wasn't going to be easy, considering it was about to lift off. Then they saw their target. Arabian arms dealer Harmen Mohammed, he was carrying a briefcase, a brown overcoat, and packing an old .bulldog revolver. He was around 37, tanned, brown hair, black eyes, and a stare that could stop a rhino dead cold. He was getting ready to leave, they didn't have a choice, they had to move now!

The lead soldier made a pumping action with his right arm, followed by a slicing motion, and then a controlled punching motion, and then held up three fingers indicating three seconds then move.

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Harmen started talking to one of the soldiers, but otherwise stayed where he was.

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Harmen was done talking to the soldier, and was now moving towards the helicopter.

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One soldier popped around the corner with a M79 in his hand, he aimed, and fired, blowing up the cockpit with the force of three hand grenades. The rest of the team started moving up, firing while they moved, they needed their target alive.

When Harmen finally realized what was happening, he made his way back inside, while more of his soldiers came out the door, some dying before they were even out. He made his way to the elevator.

The group of soldiers had finished off the hostiles, and were following Harmen by going up the stairs, checking the elevators as they went. The building was strangely beautiful, with paintings by other Arabians, with red carpet, and dark red wall paper with some kind of religious symbol on it, sort of looked like a crescent moon going through a sun.

The group of soldiers finally got to the top, where they saw Harmen making a break for the patio. The soldiers sprinted after him, and were met head on by Harmen's personal guard. Fitted with Kevlar, and ancient shin obi swords, the group of soldiers didn't even have time to fall back, they were engaged in hand to hand combat, that was in the enemies favor, they had to even the odds.

The guard hit the lead soldier's gun away from him, and was still attacking. The lead soldier took out a combat knife that was attached to a holster near his left knee. He made random swings with the knife, forcing the enemy back for a second; a second was all he needed. He threw the knife into the guard he was facing, hitting him dead in the chest, not doing much because of the Kevlar, but it bought him the time he needed. He unholstered his AMT Hardballer, and shot the closest man in the left temple, he then turned around, and shot the next man in the corroded artery in his neck, by the time he turned around to shoot the guard he was fighting, he was toe to toe with him, and had no chance to shoot, and just as he was about to swing his sword, he was hit in the chest by a 67.5 caliber bullet, which forced him back, giving him some breathing room. He brought the hardballer to bear, and shot the man right between the eyes. When he turned around, the rest of the guards were down as well, he stopped to pick up his gun and they moved on.

They made their way to the patio, a little more cautiously, until they saw their target.

He was hiding behind a plant holder with a fern in it. He shot, and hit on of the soldiers in the chest, but it didn't pierce the armor. The lead soldier fired above his head, forcing him to duck. He then made a controlled punch in the air. One of the soldiers dived forward, and tackled Harmen. He then delivered a knockout punch to his head, and injected him with enough sedative to keep him under for the better part of the day.

They made their way down the staircase until they were outside; they then threw a red smoke to signal for extraction. Then everything went black, and then lights came on, and a voice came over the intercom, "Congrats guys, mission accomplished; now get out of that gear, and come have a drink".