It is all dark in the moonlit sky. Silently a large squad moves into a heavily guarded building, stealth fully stealing about in the darkness. Quickly taking out any opposition they moved toward the presidents room. Breaking open the lock they move in and silently take one shot into his head before he even looks up. And as quickly as they came they were gone. And so the first war had begun.

On the way back to HQ
"I can't wait to get paid. 1,000,000 dollars per person."
"Man, I haven't been on a mission this easy since graduation."
"I know what you mean. this just seems to easy.
"We were just better than them that's all."
"I think somethings..."
Without finishing his sentence an alarm goes off as an anti-air missile heads towards the helicopter.
Hearing the pilot scream only one of the squad members jump off the helicopter and avoids the deadly missile. Landing hard on the ground he hits his head and slips into unconsciousness.

So it has been taken care of then? Saravect says standing by his desk.
"Yes, the missile struck successfully." Replied a secretive looking servant. As Saravect turned and walked toward the little man, towering over him like some huge beast. "Very good. "Tell me, is this weapon not magnificent?" He said picking up a gleaming pistol. A desert eagle mark I, a very powerful weapon indeed. Saravect said as he was raising the pistol to the little men's forehead. Perhaps I could give you a demonstration? Pulling the trigger and watching as the blood splattered over him, he felt a sick joy out of shooting the little man. Changing his clothes, he goes out onto the balcony and gives his speech about how sorry he is about the presidents death and how he will do well as the new president.

The man stands up touching the back of his head and feeling dried blood. Still sore he staggers off towards a lake he sees only to see it's a mirage in the desert. Sighing, all too aware that he will probably die out here, he continued on. Preparing for a long trip to the next town if there was one.Dropping most of his equipment he took only a couple of weapons, some ammo, and his survival kit.

Stumbling into a nearby town he goes to a fountain and sits down by it.Feeling lightheaded he struggles to get some water from his canteen. sloppily he manages to gulp down some water before passing out.

Hearing the sound of a fan spinning he sits up and instantly lays back down. "Be careful you've got some pretty bad bruising there, what did you do jump of a cliff?" Said a woman standing over him.
"Where am I?" Said the man jumping up again and grunting in pain.
"Hey calm down you're going to hurt yourself more. By the way what's your name I didn't find your I.D. on you."
Laying back down carefully He said " Ghent"
"Well thats an interesting name huh?""What language is it?
"It's European"
"Hmm, Well in a couple days you'll be able to move again without to much pain, okay?"
"Ya, I need to get out of here soon though."

3 days later

"Alright I think I can walk now okay?"
"Yes, yes I heard you the first time, but I don't want you to get hurt. Because I don't want in here anymore." She said jokingly.
"I know but I do need to get started walking on my own."
"Fine, but be careful okay?"
"Don't worry I'll be fine..."Ghent finished as an explosion rocked the ground.
Staggering to his feet he stumbled outside and saw bullets whizzing everywhere and went back into the house yelling GET DOWN! and looked for his guns in the dresser. Pulling a couple of handguns out he dropped his crutches and ran to the door. Taking a few quick shots he ran towards one of the dead soldiers and dragged him away. Checking the I.D. he found out it was the Kandahar's royal army attacking the desert town. Having no time to wonder why he took the dead man's weapons and body armor and looked around the corner. He ran back to Tyra's house and told her to follow him. Taking a quick look around he dashed outside and shot somebody coming at him. Trying to get out of the village and noticed more loud explosions and turned around. What he saw was suicide bombers running at the soldiers and exploding Killing anybody around them. Telling tyra to not look behind her they kept running out of the village. Once safely out they hid behind a boulder and rested.


Later that night

"Don't worry we'll go get him tomorrow, Okay?"
"No, we got to go get him now." Tyra said, her voice rising.
"Calm down he'll be fine until tomorrow."
"No, we should go now, while it's still dark." She shouted.
"Fine but you stay here." Ghent said firmly.
"No I want to come with you." Pulling on his arm as he got up.
"I'm sorry but it's too dangerous."
"I don't care if it is. I'll be okay."
Thinking hard he said "no you can't come, please just stay here, for me, please."
"Fine." she said sitting back down and pouting.
"thank you" Ghent said as he picked up his gear and walked away. She pulled a pistol she had stolen from him earlier and followed him into the town.

Knowing the dangers of following him she decided to go a different path. Sneaking behind the buildings she looked carefully around each corner. Hearing someone come, she started to turn and run, but almost ran right into another person. " Ghent! " she nearly shouted. Putting his hand around her mouth to quiet her, he prepared to take down the stranger. With a swift motion of his arm he quickly and quietly took down the man. Letting go of Tyra he checked the soldiers ID and dragged away the body.