Wolf leaned out of the 7 ton open top, a large armoured open top truck, attempting to peer out in the distance the dust clouds kicked up from the 2 humvees in front of the 7 ton along with the storms that had been going on all day prior made it nearly impossible to see. Wolf sat back down and kicked Cox awake.<br/>"Quit fucking sleeping," Wolf growled "Stay alert goddamnit."<br/>"Roger, corporal." He said trying to readjust his position. All twelve marines were packed into the truck like sardines.<br/>The convoy rolled accross dirt roads-if you want to call them roads. The five vehicles, four humvees and the 7 ton in the middle, made their way to the base of a mountain in the distance. Its looming shadow the only thing that can be seen. The ride was bumpy at best, and uncomfortable in the truck, but the Marine Corps wasn't known for comfort. Normally there would have been fourteen of them making the crowded space even more crowded. Unfortunately in the last two weeks they had lost two other marines. One in an IED blast, Wolf can still remember clearly lance corporal Skivindish blown into two pieces. His legs where the IED was, his torso about 130 feet away in a ditch. They also lost PFC Bundy shot through the neck, he bled out before they could get him evaced. Wolf still had all the guys in his four man fireteam. Cox was his riflemen. He was a bit dumb, but understood maps like a prodigy, he was a good point man. Huely was his assistant gunner. Loud mouthed kid with an attitude problem He had alot of issues until their platoon comander stuck him in Wolfs team. After a couple "talks" they had behind the supply depot he finally learned his place, and is actually a decent marine. And then there was Hirsch, his SAW(Squad Automatic Weapon) gunner, a close friend of Wolf, and his second in command of the team. All three teams were led by Seargent Rockmonov, or Rock to the other NCOs. A hardass but a good guy, which was fine with Wolf-seeing as how Wolf was the second in comand of the squad.<br/>Their orders were vague, they were to locate a downed recon drone that hit "unnatural atmospheric interruption" whatever the hell that meant. Wolf guessed the damned thing got shot down by some Afghanni that knew how to shoot. Unlce Sam may give two shits about casualties of war, but one downed drone and its a search and rescue mission.<br/>"Hey Wolf, how much you wanna bet we are walking straight into a mutha fuckin ambush?" Hirsch asked, with anticipation or maybe excitement. Wolf sat silent for a moment before replying.<br/>"Muphys law buddy," he said solemnly.  Hirsch only vocalised what everyone else was thinking.<br/>They rode in silence for another fourty-five minutes before the trucks came to a halt.<br/>"Dismount," Sgt. Rockmonov said, and the squad did.<br/>Each marine rushing off the truck and took security positions along the side of the road in defilade facing the mountain. All three team leaders moved over to Rocks position and knelt down beside him.<br/>"Ok," he said,"GPS is shit worthless due to these hills," with a sigh he pulled out his topographical map.<br/>"This is the last known position of the drone," he said pointing at one of the grid squares on the map which was the intersection of four squares.<br/><br/>"You gotta be fuckin' kiddin me thats over four square klicks," corporal Wicks the second fire team leader said.<br/>"How the hell are we going to find it?" He asked incredulously.<br/>"Satellite patrol," Wolf said cocking his head looking at the map. Rock nodded and said," Exactly. We will break up into your three teams. Wicks you tack doc and cover this square," he said pointing to the left most square.<br/>"Ryan you take the opposite, also I'll be tagging with you. Wolf, since you're the only one with a full team you take the north west square, approach from here," he said pointing to a place on the map south of his grid square, "There should be a goat trail along this ridgeline that you can use, it'll give high ground for the most part."<br/>"Roger that," Wolf replied. 'Fuck,' he thought 'of course he gives me the crappiest route.'<br/>"Use the 148's and check in every hour, report any coctact if you get it, just because intel says its uninhabited doesn't mean it is, we all know how the intelligence pogues work," Rock said.<br/>"I already got a radio check with CP, once you're back with your teams let them know their orders then roger up on the net, get to it." With that the team leaders dispersed to their respective teams. Wolf knelt behind his men.<br/>"Bring it in Wolf Pack, maintain security," he said quietly but loud enough for them to hear. The three other marines shimmied closer to their team leader while still facing outboard maintaining their visual of the mountain.<br/>"Heres the plan gents, we are breaking up into teams and conducting a satellite partrol,"he said.<br/>"What?" Heualy asked," we aint getting doc, what the fuck-"<br/>"Stow that shit Heuly," Wolf growled,"Cox take the map study it. You see our objective and the route?"<br/>"Yes corporal," he said staring at the map using a red lense flashlight.<br/>"Good, theres going to be a ridgeline with a goatpath, its up to you how we get there, walk us into an enemy position and get us killed, I'll kill you before they get the chance," Wolf said threatening.<br/>"Aye corporal, I'm good to go."<br/>"Good it's gonna be a fun climb, use your NVGs, only turn on your PEQ16s if we take contact," Wolf said. The PEQ16 is an IR laser that could only be seen by someone wearing night vision optics, its completely invisible to the naked eye.<br/>"All teams, all teams roger up in team order," Sgt. Rock said over the radio.<br/>"Wolf Pack, roger," Wolf said.<br/>"Black Death, roger," 2nd team<br/>"Reapers roger," 3rd team.<br/>With that they began moving. First as a full squad, only to have a team silently peel away once they got to the start of their grid. The patrol was a long and slow pace. It took close to an hour before they noticed the clearing. It looked like some ancient building...with something over it...it was shimmering almost. Wolf lifted his NVGs.<br/>"What the hell is that?"he asked aloud. His team was already staring at it. Whatever it is. I swirled above this ancient structure. He gave the order to investigate. Wolf tried to contact Rock through the radio but it didn't seem to be working. Even thougb the battery read full it acted as if it were dead. Typical USMC gear. They still had a good 500 meters to go before reaching the building. Not even fifty meters later Cox halted and the rest of the team froze, then silently took up security positions. Wolf slowly made his way up to Cox who was on a knee looking at something.<br/>When Wolf got closer he realizes it was a corpse. It was shredded to hell. Still gripping an AK47.<br/>"What the hell did this Corporal?" Wolf ignored the question.<br/>"Echo 5 romeo come in over," Wolf tried again on the radio.<br/>"Rock you got a copy? Shit." He looked at the body and then realized there were a few more roughly 30-40 meters apart.<br/>"Cox we are going to head toward that building, clear it out of any hostiles and bunker up, we are too exposed out here" Wolf said and Cox began moving toward the building  rapidly. Pumping his fist in the air-the hand arm signal for double-time, the rest of the team ran toward the opening of the building.