Ok I know I should be finishing my other stories not starting a new one but I've had this idea in my head for about two weeks now and well here it is.

A Jump into Hell

(Terri)

"Terri? Terri?" someone called, "Ugh come on wake up it's almost time for you to go and you still have to get Tasha ready" with that my eyes shot open and I looked to see Staff Sergeant Randy Adams looking down at me.

"What time is it?" I asked throwing off the covers and grabbing uniform.

"You have an hour until the bird leaves" Randy said walking out; I sighed before quickly changing and grabbing my pack. After I had everything I went straight for the kennels to get Tasha ready to go. As I went in kennel master Rick Thomson was standing there with a hard glare.

"Sergeant Willison you're late" he said harshly, I'm new to this unit and Thomson hates me.

"Sorry kennel master Thompson" I said quickly and tried to squeeze by the large man but he caught my shoulder and spoke with a cold threatening voice.

"I don't think you women deserve to be a Marine let alone a dog handler! One mistake and you'll be out of here faster than you can say sit!" and with that he let me go and stalked away. I looked after him for a minute then continued down the rows of kennels to my dog's and Tasha was sitting with her head tilted and a look on her face like 'you slept in again didn't you'.

Tasha is a large German shepherd with a care-free attitude until it came to a mission or me on missions she is all business and when it came to my safety you would think she was another dog. Her coat is mostly black with dark brown on her paws, underbelly, and the normal facial marks. Her eyes are soft honey brown and are all ways alert.

"Hey Tasha" I said as I opened the kennel door and Tasha greeted me by jumping up to put her paws on my shoulders and lick my face I pushed her off and grabbed her special ballistic vest and harness I first slipped the harness on the fitted the vest. "You ready for a jump my girl?" I asked shaking her vest to make sure it is secure then I attached the leash and grabbed the doggles and muzzle before exiting the kennel with Tasha at my side.

Thomson met me on my way and handed me Tasha's supplies (food and stuff like that) for the time I was going to be gone I quickly stuffed it into my pack before proceeding to the copter pad.

Captain Sanders and Randy were waiting, Randy's dog Uno a male Belgian Malinois sat by Randy his head held high and ears alert.

"Staff Sergeant Willison and Sergeant First Class Tasha, nice of two to join us" he said when I came up and stood at attention "at ease" he laughed and motioned to the copter. I hopped aboard and when to one of the two mobile metal kennels in the back and held the door open for Tasha, she hesitated a little before climbing into the kennel; Randy and Uno did the same and after the dogs were situated we went to sit by the Captain.

(1 hour later)

Randy and Uno were all geared up and ready to go, he checked his parachute once more before patting his chest signaling for Uno to jump up so Randy could clip Uno's vest to his own without having to worry about losing him.

"You're dropping three miles to the north right?" Randy yelled to me over the sound of the copter's blades.

"Ya don't be late" I said pulling on my 'chute.

"Don't worry! Oorah?"

"Oorah!" the captain and I chorused (I think I even heard the pilot say it) the dogs barked in their own oorah.

With that Randy grinned and jumped from the copter; went right back to gearing up as soon as I was done a released Tasha from her kennel and strapped on her doggles and muzzle.

I threw my pack over my shoulders and sat down and patted my lap and Tasha leapt onto my legs and waited as I clipped her to my vest and I heard the pilot say we're approaching the drop zone. I stood slouching a bit under Tasha's weight and made my way to the edge of the copter and looked at Captain Sanders who grinned and raised his fist into the air I copied the movement and we both yelled "Oorah" and Tasha barked with us. Then I jumped.

The air blowing onto my face cooled me down and the excitement of freefalling was exhilarating, I was grinning until the time came to pull the 'chute. I pulled the cord but nothing happened I pulled again and still nothing! My heart started racing with fear, and Tasha knew it she could feel the anxiety coming off me and she has been on enough jumps to know the 'chute should be out by now, I heard her whimper. I then tried the emergency cord and nothing happened 'no, no, no, no, no!' was the only thought racing through my head. I tried the emergency cord again this time pulling as hard as I could and to my relief the 'chute opened.

I let out a sigh of relief and watched the ground approach, but when we reached around a hundred feet the cables snapped and Tasha and I plummeted down toward the ground. I noticed that the way we were positioned I would land on Tasha so I flipped myself around so I was on the bottom and 70 pound Tasha would land on me. I no longer could see how close to the ground we were so I wrapped my arms around Tasha's neck and buried my face into her fur and waited…

Stop well I hope to get back to Echo's story soon but I have writers block and I'm hoping this story will help me with it I got my inspiration for this story from Kishadow's Dark Collision and a great book called The Dogs of War hope to update soon ;)