Laurence Dyball
Enemy united
PART 1
A man stands on the shell of a building talking into a
radio giving orders to those on the other side, suddenly a bang is heard the
sound of a sniper firing upon its mark, everyone takes cover and readies there
weapons bullets fly in every direction towards the snipers location no one is
sure where he is only that he is in the building, boom an explosion is felt all
over the city killing many men those that survived are badly wounded and would
not make it past the night.
The picturesque scene of Sydney harbour in the dead of
night was soon intruded by the silhouette of five men all moving towards a villa
on the water front, the men take position by the doors they prepare weapons all
with suppressors one kicks a door in they all enter one by one small bursts of
light being the only indication that they were shooting, it was all over in a
matter of minutes the villa filled with the corpses of its former owners, those
not killed held till the police could collect them.
It was early morning when five soldiers returned to
holdsworthy, they were to be de-briefed immediately upon returning but instead
they were greeted by a plane, ‘men you are being moved to the front lines in
the city Zarafshan Uzbekistan any question, no OK get on the plane’ barked
their superior, the roar of the plane’s engine was deafening then suddenly it
stared to descend slowly lining up with the run way then thump
the plane had connected with the ground meaning the ride was over all the men
got out of the plane and made their way towards the forward-operating-base but
the rest had orders to wait.
‘Hey David, John get over here’ yelled a tall
man with brown hair and a well build ‘what is it Steve’ called back David ‘you
see that building over there, the one with the hole in the roof’ ‘yea so what’
retorted David ‘I’ll tell what that’s our target, our Intel suggest an enemy
base is there so let’s move out’ ‘yes sir’ called out all the men. 2.50 am was
the time when they reached the building no one in sight then suddenly a car
swerves in to a drive way, the lights inches away from David almost exposing
him, the car stops three men exit the building and in hastened words welcome
the new comer explosions are heard all-around them masking the sounds of
footsteps, shadows move along the buildings east wall stopping every now and
then after four stops they finally reach the door they twist cylinders onto the
barrel of guns, they enter the door.
David pushed the door aside turned his night
vision on and moved in after John a man rushed in from the other room john shot
his gun hitting the man a cry of pain the man’s last sound as he crashed to the
ground dead, another man appeared in the window David shoot the man who fell to
the ground with no audible sound, suddenly the growls of a dog start, David
turned towards the sound and saw a Australian cattle dog. The dog sat licking john's face as David and Steve talked about what to do, ‘where are you from
boy’ John said to the dog while rubbing his grey belly, the dog had a chunk
missing from his left ear he had grey fur signs of his age he still had the
energy of a young pup he wore a collar around his neck with a tag saying
property of the Australian military.
Steve stood up and walked over to his squad
mates the dog at his heel ‘hey John looks like you got a new pal’ called David
‘yea he must be seven years old, I’m amazed he survived’ said John ‘well we
Australians are a tough breed’ ‘I hear you’. It was 6.00 am when they got a
radio call from headquarters telling them to reach the local grocery store,
‘men we got a job they want us to clear out the grocery store half a kilometre
down the street’ called Steve, had made their way half way down the street
before shots were heard four meters away they all readied there weapons
preparing for the worst, they all bolted for cover when the firing ceased
suddenly a figure appeared in front of them. The squad returned to base with a
prisoner a man dressed like a British solider he carried no weapon on him
besides a single combat knife soaked in blood when John had radioed in what had
happened they were ordered to return to base so they could question the man.
‘So you going to talk or are we going to have
to beat you until you talk’ said a man dressed in a suit and sunnies ‘hey you
can’t beat him up there are rules to follow when we offered the Americans a
chance to question him we meant within the Geneva convention’ said a man
wearing a Australian dress uniform, the two men bickered about how to
interrogate the man tell the American punched the prisoner in the lower jaw
dazing him for a moment. The American had been removed from the tent and
detained tell further noticed. 12.00 pm a silhouette moves through the shadows
of the alleyways never stopping it moves past a grocery store and to a street
stall it stops finally and pulls a sniper rifle from seemingly nowhere puts a
cylindrical item on the top of the gun and another one on the front of the
barrel, it takes aim puts a tall man with dark hair a strong features in his cross-hairs.
A man
puts his finger on his snipers trigger and begins to pull it when suddenly he
hears a sound almost like a gunshot but quieter at that moment he realises he
has been hit the effects of blood loss start to overcome him when suddenly
another shot is heard he slowly realises that it was aimed for him but missed
he moves into cover, dyeing he puts pressure on the wound and rummages through
his stuff looking for something. Many people had tried to kill the president of
Uzbekistan but no one had succeeded, he was a recluse never leaving his home
unless it was important today was one of those days, he sat in the back of an
armoured limo prepared for anything any threat, gun fire was everywhere around
them so it was hard to tell the difference between an attack and a far off fire
fight this scared the president the most who sat in a moving metal death box.
The only other people in the limo was a big
man bald with muscles on his muscles he was the presidents head of security he
went with him and the other person was the president’s brother and secretary of
defence, the limo stopped everyone got out and made their way into a tall
monolithic building owned once by the Russian government many years ago.
Waiting for them was a diplomat for the Russian government he looked only
twenty years old but somehow as if you could confide in him and tell him your
secrets. ‘What is it why do you call me from my home and family’ asked the
Uzbekistani president tersely called out to the diplomat who looked up at the
men in front of him ‘Mr Boris would like to talk to all of you’ said the
diplomat warmly.
Three
men entered a warehouse abandoned many years ago, it had become a favourite
spot for smugglers and other low-life’s recently reports of a terrorist group
hiding out around the area had surfaced, the men kicked the door in and began
to open fire into the building anyone in there was unlikely to leave outside a
body bag though there where two floors to clear still ‘john move up quickly...
cover me now’ gun fire was heard again ‘clear’ called john as he searched for
any remaining enemies or Intel. ‘Sir who are these men’ called David ‘there a
group called winds of freedom, they believe us to be the true oppressors not
there worthless president’ Steve said through gritted teeth, ‘guys I found
something and its important’ yelled john ‘what is it john’ Steve called back
‘it seems these guys aren't alone I found information saying that another group
called the flames of justice have been supplying them with guns’ ‘what does it
mean john are they working together’ ‘I think so sir I’ll report back to HQ
now’ ‘ ok do that’ .
Part two out now
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