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Hello everyone! I'm new to fanfiction and this is my second story! If there are any grammatical errors that need to be addressed please leave a review! Also, just to let ya'll know, I don't really go into deep into imagery. I want to let my readers have an imagination with the surroundings. If you've played Battlefield 4, which I hope most of you have, you know how dreary, depressing, lively, and intense the situations can be. So please, enjoy Chapter One of my fanfiction!

Chapter One

Cazzie

CLAP

My eyes shot open as I jolted up from my bed. I panted from the dreadful scared I received from the monstrous thunder howling outside of a hotel in Shanghai, China.

"Damn, this storm has gotten worse," I said as I pulled the bed sheets away and dangled my feet, " I better wake up Aiden and-"

My words were cut short as I heard short but loud pops. Gunfire. This isn't a storm this a war! I said mentally and quickly dressed in the clothes I wore yesterday, a fuchsia tank-top covered with a long, thin forest green button up shirt and pair of kaki Capri's, then I grabbed my backpack and rushed to the adjourning door that lead to Aiden's room, but before I could knock he already opened the door hair untamed, dressed in jeans and a "wife beater" shirt with small, digital camera in hand.

"You heard it too, Cazzie?" Aiden said as he moved pass me into my hotel room.

"The gunshots?" I replied bitterly as I tied my ugly dirty-blonde hair back into a ponytail.

"No the couple two doors down having rough sex. Yes the gunshots!" Aiden came back with.

"Aiden, I think we should just leave. This isn't worth the any story about Admiral Chang's military plans!" I tried convincing him.

More shots were fired but this time were accompanied by louder bangs that shook the ground.

"No, we need to leave. This is no ordinary war going on, literally, in the back yard! We won't survive out there by ourselves." I assumed the worst.

"Maybe we will find some of our military mixed in a firefight with the Chinese. They will help us!" Aiden pointed out.

Another explosion shook the ground.

"Those explosions are too far away. We're safe." Aiden put his hands on my shoulders reassuringly.

"I'm twenty-five years old Aiden. I want to live just a bit longer." I said with a slight chuckle.

"And I'm forty and not getting any younger, Cazzie." Aiden said with a wink.

Once again, the gunfire occurred but it sounded closer. I stumble to my window to see the Zhi You Towers a few blocks away. I turned my gaze to three figures making their way down the alley to the tower.

"Looks like we might be getting our footage sooner than expected." Aiden joked stood beside me and nudged me with his elbow.

I sighed and reached into the right back pocket of my backpack. I sighed a breath of relieve when I felt the familiar handle of my .45 caliber pistol my father gave me for my twenty-first birthday after I finished the concealed handgun license classes.

"Just pray that I won't have to shoot anyone." I closed my eyes not wanting to imagine shooting someone. I took the CHG classes for my protection. Not for war.

Pac

A few hours before the Zhi You Towers mission

The carrier shipped rocked as it tore through the ocean water and the grey, computer-lit metal room groaned with the sways. My comrades'' and I were just picked up from a recent mission back in Baku and are waiting for Captain Garrison to give us our other mission. Our unit lost one soldier, Staff Sergeant William Dunn, and the extraction team died trying to save us. May they rest in peace. I unfolded my arm and everyone in my unit, Tombstone, saluted as Captain Garrison walked into the room. After signaling, we dropped our hands.

Garrison braced his hands on a table and leaned his back against it.

"Martial fucking law. For a billion people," Garrison started off, "They are pissed about the assassination of Jin Jie."

I looked at Cpt. Garrison, "Who was he, sir?"

Garrison's gazed at all of us of Tombstone, Staff Sergeant Kimble "Irish" Graves to my left, myself; Sergeant Clayton "Pac" Pakowski in the middle, and our new named commander of Tombstone, Sergeant Daniel "Reck" Recker to my right.

"He was on deck for the Presidency. Progressive. He pushed the government for transparency, fairness, freedom of speech. Admiral Chang convinced more than a few of them that we killed Mr. J" Garrison explained.

As I moved around to keep myself awake, my mouth opened slightly as I finished comprehending what the Captain just said.

This admiral is a fucking nut case! I thought as I scratched the back of my head through my beanie.

" If your operation blows up, Chang will have the excuse he needs to give all that anger, all that hate a real target," Garrison paused for a moment, "It will be war."

I stepped back as the Captain straighten away from the technology covered table.

"Your job is to pull VIPs out of the Zhi You Towers Safe and sound." Garrison explained our new mission.

I looked at Irish to my left, his chocolate brown face set in a frown as he looked from Garrison to me and then back to Garrison. I gawped away from Irish and shook my head. I held on to my armored vest as if it were my life line and gazed back at Cpt. Garrison.

"Extraction will be coordinated by one spook agent, Lazlo W. Korvic," Garrison continued and waved a finger out at all of us, " unless absolutely necessary, do not fire your weapons."

Well at least he didn't say not to fire our weapons. I smirked mentally, looked toward Recker and placed my hands back to my sides then somewhat started to sway again. Man I'm nervous but also still in shock about my comrades death and I sighed .

"Recker, Staff Sergeant Dunn felt you were the guy to lead the team- give orders if anything happened to him. His loss is tragic to say the least," Garrison looked at all of us then placed a hand on Recker's shoulder, " don't make me regret honoring his last decision. Do the right thing. Fly over the radar."

Irish and I looked at Recker as Garrison said those words to him. Dunn did the right thing. I have not served but only one year in this unit. Recker is the best choice. We all nodded after he said to fly under the radar and lifted his hand off of Recker's shoulder and drew it back to his side.

" No room for mistakes, boys." with that Garrison turned his backs to us and geared up for our rescue mission.

After arriving in Shanghai, China we hopped into a van and Irish drove. The place was mad with families trying to flea the city. Gun shots cut through the night like a knife.

" I hope nothing happens to the car." I say worried.

" Relax, little brother. We're gonna be alright." Irish reassured.

"Did you call Dunn's wife?" I turned my head and stared at Irish.

He stared back at me, " Havin't gotten around to that yet, Pac. I mean, what am I supposed to say? Its not like he died a peaceful death and I'm not gonna to lie about it."

Out of the corner of my eye, I managed to spot a middle aged woman running with a young boy across the road. The black sky was lit up but the cities lights just enough to see the out line of my comrades' faces. Perfect cover for us

"Irish!" I half yelled and he slammed on the breaks making us all rock forward.

The Chinese woman said, what I believed to be curse words at Irish then took the hand of the young boy and the pair were on the run again.

"Sorry, miss." Irish apologized.

After the confrontation, we were off again. Irish sped the car up to faster setting to avoid any contact we might have with the Chinese military. Cars in the opposite lanes honked their horns thinking it would move the traffic faster but to no avail.

" I swear, this shit is all fucked up. Cops all jittery." Irish swore, "We're just gonna drive through the shitstorm and pick up the prize, right?"

"Walts through the raindrops right, Recker?" I joked turning my body to face Recker. When he nodded I faced my head toward the road again.

" I could sure go for a cup of coffee right now." Irish commented.

Just then a long truck cut us off. This was no ordinary long truck.

"Hey, motorized infantry on the scene." I nodded as the truck cut into our lane. Chinese military sat on both sides of the truck. A full load.

"Roger that. I think these motherfuckers are eye balling me." Irish gazed at the infantry.

" Just act natural." I noted.

"Natural? You hear that shit, Reck?" Irish couldn't help but laugh, " what the fuck, do I look Chinese to you, Pac?"

"Anybody got a visual on the building?" I say attempting to change the subject and avert my gazed from Irish's dark face.

"We're not going anywhere unless you get me a way out of this." Irish said keeping his distance from the warrior-loaded truck.

" Okay. Make a left. A left here," I said as Irish slowed the van enough at an intersection to turn it left. Police patrolled the four lanes, making sure no one goes in and nothing gets smuggled out.

"Coming through," Irish said as he sped a bit, " I think we're okay."

My eyes widened as I saw our target.

" I got visual on the building and what floor are we going to? And how many VIPs did Garrison say? Three with Kovic?" I asked.

" Kovic and two locals." Irish corrected harshly as he turned right.

Black smoke and burning cars lined the streets making it even harder to navigate.

" Oh man. Hey! Easy, easy calm down!" I said as the locals began throwing stuff at our vehicle, "we need to make a left. The building's to the left."

As Irish turned the van at an uncomfortable speed something hard enough hit the van and cracked the windshield. Irish crashed against a building in a narrow alley way.

"Shit. We're stuck." Irish grimaced and turned toward me, " we gotta leave the van, guys. Continue on foot."

I looked at Recker and we braced ourselves.

"Copy. Come on, Recker. Oh, man, the car." I stuttered nervously and exited the safety of the van into the dark, car alarm blaring, and damp outside.

We ran rushed away from the car down the alley with Irish in the lead. Tiny loud pops could be heard through rainy, night sky. Once the alley was cleared, we slowed down and I contemplated out next course of action. I spotted a gate and strode toward it and placed a hand on the iron pole. I push and it didn't budge.

"It's locked, Pac?" Irish asked.

"Hey, let me see." I kneeled in front of the lock and began to try to pick it. I heard the heavenly sound of the lock clicking away and I pushed the door once more. This time it opened smoothly as I held it open for my comrades'.

"Gentlemen. Come on in." I kept the gate open until both Irish and Recker passed in to the narrower alley then I let the door close.

" What are we gonna do? Running in on foot is one thing. Getting out with VIPs is another." I questioned Irish as we strolled down the barely lit alley.

"Relax Pac. We'll get the VIPs to the Valkyrie. Just leave it to me." Irish said in a serious tone.

I scratched my head through my beanie again and I decided that I was going to let Irish lead the situation.

Cazzie

I gripped my pistol tight until my hand tingled. Aiden and I pressed ourselves against the cold and damp brick building to hide ourselves from the three men walking down the alley. The first man that walked passed the gate stayed quiet and checked the surroundings. He looked down our way and Aiden and I stiffened. Did he spot us? But he averted his gazed back down the alley and continued walking.

" What are we gonna do? Running in on foot is one thing. Getting out with VIPs is another." the built man with a beanie on his head questioned in a worry tone.

"Relax Pac. We'll get the VIPs to the Valkyrie. Just leave it to me." The black man replied in a serious tone.

So the man with the beanie's nickname is Pac? What a weird name.

I mentally said and shook my head. They didn't sense us in the alley so Aiden and I snuck out of our hiding place and began following the three men down the alley.

"By the direction they're going, those three are heading for the Zhi You Tower." Aiden predicted.

"And they're searching for VIPs?" I raised an eyebrow.

"My guess is that they may be special ops or special forces." Aiden guessed.

"Let's keep tailing them and find out what these VIPs are. Have your camera ready and record their every move." I commanded.

We turned left at a corner and saw that the three men disappeared but then found a yellow faded ladder that lead to the top of some building. When Aiden and I reached the top of the building, the three men where facing the wondrous Zhi You Tower. The chanting of the Chinese civilians boomed around the building. Just then a helicopter soared over the building, then settled into a hover in front of the tower's entrance.

"That helio does not bode will," the man nicknamed Pac said to his friends, "down and center."

"Recker, lets do this nice and quiet." the dark skinned man reminded.

The other man nodded and all three bounded down a ladder. Aiden strode toward the balcony over looking the Tower and glared.

"Those are Chinese special ops," he informed as he scanned his camera across the area, "who ever those VIPs are. They must be very important."

I jogged to the ladder, " Come on we can't lose them."

"Cazzie, this is dangerous. I say we should do what you suggested back at the hotel. This isn't worth it. We could be killed or taken prisoner. Is that what you want?" Aiden rushed to the ladder and grabbed my arm.

"It's not what I want. Its what we need," I shrugged his shoulder off and propped myself against the ladder facing Aiden, "Plus if we get caught in a jam I'm sure those three nice men will help us."

With that comment I slid down the ladder and not too long Aiden accompanied me. We followed the three men to the front of the entrance and they all stepped in to a elevator. I pressed the button and a few short minutes later gunshots cut the silence. Once the elevator door opened, Aiden and I stepped into it. I pressed the floor button that the elevator last stopped at, readied my pistol and waited. There was no turning back.

Author's Note: If you like the story, find any grammatical errors, or would like to give some constructive criticism leave a review! I would help me a whole lot for being a new reader! Now I'll just leave off with a farewell. Stay frosty everyone :)