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</div><br/><br/><br/>"Get in, get out. If shit goes sideways, I want you to be the one watching my back, got that, Crawford?" the sharp voice commanded, and Jason's head turned to look at their sergeant.<br/><br/>"Yes, Sir," the man replied, adjusting the gun on his hip as he looked back toward the small village. He crouched among seven other men, each one hidden in the brush just on the outskirts. "Lets move," the older man ordered, holding his gun as he moved forward, nearing the village and staying hidden in the shadows of the night. Jason followed closely behind, hearing the soft rustle of leaves behind him as the group moved as one. Jason stayed close to the sergeant, grey eyes watching the village carefully as they entered the perimeter.<br/><br/>Jason looked to the side, his hand reaching to grab the shoulder and yank his superior behind him, his own body pressing into the wall they crouched beside. He glanced at the other man, his finger moving to his lips as loud footsteps neared. "Allez voir le chef. Je n'aime pas le laisser seul, j'ai un mauvais pressentiment ..." Jason frowned, carefully peeking around the corner to find two French men facing each other, each holding an assault rifle. Jason settled against the wall, sliding down silently.<br/><br/>"They're armed. Any idea what they're saying, Sergeant Woods?" Jason whispered, his grip on his rifle tightening. "They know we're here..." the sergeant muttered, his hand flicking the safety off the gun. "Not yet..." another voice whispered, Jason's eyes looking toward the smaller brunet male. He shrugged his shoulder, scoffing softly, "he has a point." Jason sat up as the footsteps faded, peeking around the corner once more. "It's clear, let's move," Jason said and began to stand, only to feel pressure on his shoulder push him back down. "Funny you're the one trying to give orders. Move out, gentlemen. Search each building, we need to find the chief. Find him and bring him out here. He will die to my bullet, do I make myself clear?" the sergeant asked, receiving an array of nods and "yes, Sirs."<br/><br/>Jason sighed and stood up again, following behind the man he was assigned to protect. The group split off, and Jason moved silently toward a building, peeking into the window to find two small boys playing on the floor. "Clear. There's kids," he reported, and they moved on to the next building, moving quickly to look into the windows of each house they came across. It wasn't until the sound of an alarm echoed in the night, and the two men cast a fearful glance between each other before they bolted to join their group. The sound of bullets ricocheted, and Jason ducked to avoid being shot. "God dammit, who gave away their location?" Woods yelled in anger, his head turning to find the enemies jolting toward a small house.<br/><br/>"Go, now!" Jason moved on instinct, running toward the building as he lifted his gun, firing toward the enemies. The bodies collapsed, screams of agony sounding through the village and Jason kicked in the door, his gaze looking around the house. He growled under his breath, moving to the closed bedroom. He shoved this door open, lifting his gun and aiming into the darkness. To his surprise, he found the room empty apart from the body sleeping on the bed. Jason shook his head, it wasn't the chief. No, but... The man moved forward, his hand grabbing the soul and yanking them out of bed. The frightful scream emitted from the strangers lips as Jason's pistol pressed into the temple of the person he held tightly against his chest. "Move, now!"<br/><br/>Jason forced the victim outside, keeping the gun in place. "Fuck! Let's go! Anderson, help Crawford!" the sergeant yelled, and the small, brunet man rushed to Jason's side. Jason forced the victim forward, slamming the butt of his rifle into the back of their head. He caught the body, and with Andersons help, the two moved the person out of the village and into the back of their truck. The group climbed into the vehicle as they all worked to fire at the enemies, knocking them back as the sergeant started the vehicle. "We'll lock them up, use them as ransom. I don't know where that cheif is, but when we find him, he's dead." Jason moved to the passenger seat, sitting down with a sigh as his head rested back against the head rest. "He should have been there. Do you think this person is related?"<br/><br/>"They better pray to God if they're not..." Woods responded, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, driving quickly back to their hidden base. "We will get them chained up in the cell, and in the morning... We will get them talking." Jason gave a nod, looking back at their men,his eyes looking toward their prisoner, "I'll take care of it."