Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Here We Go!!!

“Burka, what the hell are you doing,” Gin states, he’s proud of himself for calling out Burka.

“Going to use the restroom, ass,” Burka walks off into the darkness. Happy now that he’s alone, he ponders about his family; his wife. He remembers when they met, joyous days of love maki-hears a rustle, like leaves. He turns around. The boys are getting wild again, he thinks, but he was sure he heard a crunch. Turning around, Burka unzips his fly; feeling the new warm sensation that he’s all too familiar with, his mind wanders back to his wife. Something yanks at his neck and he’s out, he comes back dizzy. Light strikes his eyes and causes him to groan.

“Perception, he’s coming around.” Burka sees blobs moving towards him, he recognizes the shapes as human. Valid takes her pistol and throws it at Perception; he catches it and point it at Burka.

“Where am I,” confused now, Burka threatens Valid and Perception. They look at each other, Perception smirks.

“I would say you’re not in a position to threaten.”

“Who says I ca,” Perception cracks his weapon over Burka’s head. Dazed, Burka is quiet. “Good, you’re making me tired. I’ll do it again though.”

“Glad we have your attention. Now, why are you here?” Burka was about to lie but Valid had him. She tugged hard on his insides. He spewed it out.

“Ok, just got a call, reported to us that they found something, someone. We just needed to come secure the area from aircraft. That was your aircraft, wasn’t it? Too bad..” Valid quickly silenced him; she turned his brain to mush and scrambled. Burka, or what was left of him, lay on the ground. His eyes were glazed over now, Valid motioned Perception to hand her the pistol, and in doing so she screwed on the silencer to the weapon. In one swift motion a bullet left the chamber and penetrated his skull. It spun into Burka’s brain and the shell separated in halves. This tore into the grey matter and silenced all neural activity. Burka was dead. His arrogance resulted in his death. Perception crouched and started to sneak towards the rest of the group.

“Hey, be careful,” Valid asked him in kind for she didn’t want him dead. Perception turned and gave a nod and quickly hurried towards the truck. He had a sequence for each one of them. First, a fragmentation grenade will land next to them. That’ll take out three of them. Second, as the last two are scattered and confused about what just happened, bullets will fly. Hopefully he’ll just need two, but more can be fired as needed. The last step will be the best as it requires a knife.

“It’s done Valid, get ready to move in three,” Perception says this into the headset as he cleans his hands. It seems as if the blood won’t wash off. “I don’t get it, why do they beg?”

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