This Story is purely Fictional and the characters, military procedures and cultures are purely made up to go with the story
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Chapter 1 -
The American inflitration in Iraq was coming to an end. The Americans had done all they could to make the country peaceful and set up a democracy. The new democratic government was shaky but moving forward and trying to negotiate new laws and knock down any remaining rebel groups. The United States Marine Core had one last mission before withdrawing from the country. Intel was aware of 3 remaining Prisoner Camps holding American Soldiers and those soldiers had to be rescued.
Commander Frank Bengal stood in front of 4 solders in Hanger B "Your job is scout and report information. If you think you see something, slide in lower and get pictures. Do not engage or make any attempts to be a hero." He looked over the 3 men and 1 woman under his command and then continued "If you are engaged, fall back immediately. If you are forced to land, try to keep the craft intact as much as possible so we can easily locate you and retrieve the data needed for the rescue missions." He paused again for effect "Do you understand?" All four soldiers replied "Yes Sir." He nodded "Remember soldiers, The time to return to your families is soon. There is a light at the end of the tunnel." He watched as the light of hope flickered through each pair of eyes before stating "Dismissed."
The four soldiers scrambled to 2 fighter jets and boarded and began their mission check list before slowly rolling out to the runway for take off.
Jet 252 had Bella Rollins at the helm with Jimmy Gates behind her manning the controls. Jet 711 had Mason Tyrone at the helm with Jack Lafferty behind him at the controls. They took off and began a sweep of the country side.
Bella was thinking about her sister and brother-in-law with their 2 kids waiting for her back in Philadelphia and how she couldn't wait to get home and spend time with them. Jimmy was carefully sweeping the countryside with a video camera, zooming in and out of areas that could possibly hold sleeper cells and/or prisoner camps. Bella heard the teltale beeping of Jimmy's radar "Bank left, 30 degrees." Jimmy ordered.
Bella relayed the message to Mason and both jets banked and began a fly over of the area. Bella heard Jimmy cursing in both anger and awe.
"What's going on?" before Jimmy could reply Bella heard Mason yell "Fall back! Fall Back!" Bella immediately banked right to turn and head back and as she did Jet 711 was engulfed in flames
"Eject! Eject!" Jimmy yelled, but Bella couldn't tell if the men had time to eject for the plane blew into thousands of peices.
"NNNOOO" Cried Bella.
The shrapnel from Jet 711 slammed into Jet 252 blowing out an engine and piercing the glass hull protecting Bella and Jimmy. Bella heard Jimmy scream but didn't have time to check if he was okay. The jet was nose diving and heading straight for the ground. Bella quickly surveyed the terrain and saw a clearing. She began quickly barking information back to the control tower and ejecting the extra equipment from the plane. It'd be easier to control and land the jet without the extra weight.
"Hold on Jimmy." Bella murmured and prayed that her co-pilot was still alive. The ground was coming in fast and Bella skimmed the trees and made a hard landing in a muddy field. the Jet leaned the right and seemed about to roll but the came to a balanced landing with a loud thud. THe equipment lit up brighter than usual and then a hissing sound came from the panel and the lights and equipment died.
Bella sat breathing heavily with her heart in her chest for a minute or two before removing her helmet and swiveling back to see about Jimmy. A steel rod from Jet 711 had shot right through the hull and into Jimmy's shoulder. The young man lay unconscious and at an awkward angle. Bella quickly removed his helmet and looked around for something to stop the bleeding with when she heard a voice command her in English "Open the hull slowly and put your hands in the air. NOW!"
Bella looked up to see a tall Iraqi man standing on the wing of the jet with an automatic rifle pointed at her. She swiveled and another man stood on the other wing. "Fuck" Bella muttered and put her hands up. She slowly swiveled around and pushed the manual latch to open the hull and then put her hand back up in the air. The two men pulled the hull back and assesed her and Jimmy.
The man on the left wing jumped down and began yelling orders in his native tongue. The other man kneeled and commanded softly "Look at me." in English. Bella looked up to see a dark skinned man with shoulder length hair pulled into a pony tail. His eyes were flat and as black as night. He had a goatee and mustache and a smokey voice. Bella was startled at how good looking and especially how clean the man was. "You seem surprised." The man said mildly and removed a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it up.
"N-n-o-o Sir." Bella stammered.
The man raised an eyebrow and Bella felt her face flush. "Well I must say . .. . . Ms. Rollins, you are quite the surprise to me." Bella looked down at her lap and did not answer the man. He stared at her for a few seconds before speaking again "My name is Sayeed and I am the commander of this camp. You will be moved back to my camp... "
Bella interupped "But Jimmy..."
Sayeed held up a hand. "Your friend here needs medical attention and he will receive it. A dead American soldier is no good to me. Now remove your harnesses and stand up slowly." Bella mulled it over for a second and then unbuckled her harness and stood up slowly. "Now turn towards me and remove your handgun and your knife and hand them over slowly." Sayeed commanded as he put his cigarette out and put the butt back into his breast pocket.
"Ex-ex-excuse me?" Bella choked out, hating the stammering fear in her own voice.
Sayeed laughed and put his hand out "This is not my first time Ms. Rollins, make this easier on yourself and your partner here." Bella sighed, knowing he was right. She removed her handgun and knife and handed it over to him quickly.
"Good Girl, Now give me your hand." Sayeed took Bella's hand and pulled her out of the jet up onto the wing with him. He surveyed the American woman and was surprised at the intensity of her and her beauty. She was nearly as tall as him, slim, had clear, peach skin, full pink lips, startling blue eyes and wild curly red hair. Sayeed felt his groin tighten and cursed under his breath. It had been to long since he had been with a woman.