Post by aeroe on Oct 30, 2007 23:57:41 GMT -5
Darfur, Sudan
November 5th, 2003
2:34 AM
[/font][/i]November 5th, 2003
2:34 AM
His voice is drowned out by the engines. Its his first time so who can blame him. He'll learn to speak up eventually. The plane soars through the night sky, whizzing by stars, cloaked in the darkness. Devyn raises his head out of his hands, pulling at his hair slightly while doing so. The engines, the wing, they sooth him in some sense. They've become second nature. He's ready and wide awake.
You're gonna need to speak up if you expect any of us to reply kid.
His head cocks towards Devyn and an embarassed grin forms on his face. He clears his throat.
Sorry Devyn I was just gonna ask though...what the hell kind of a name is Devyn?
The rest of the men in the small plane laugh to themselves. They're most likely recalling when they asked Devyn why his name was so, different.
Lets just say if you want to blame someone, blame my parents.[/font]
A punch hits Devyn's arm, his left arm. The instant it hits he knows that its Davis. Davis is one of those guys that does that kinda thing. The playful punch in the arm, the mom jokes, but everyone gets along with him. Even when he's sitting he's giant. Even compared to Devyn. The towering 6'11 mass of New York man. Apparently in highschool he was called "Denzel on Steroids".
Hey you used that one las' time Dev, you gotta come up with some betta excuses soon.
Next to Davis is Fitzgibbon. The oldest of everyone, but only by three years. His beard reminds everyone of Santa Claus. Its not white, but its long enough that birds could nest there. Everyone tells him to shave it, but he never listens, no matter how goofy it looks sticking out over his helmet's strap.
Yeah, honestly, my daughter could make up something better then that.
Sitting across on the other bench is Crocker. No one really knows much about him, he keeps to himself for the most part. But when he does pipe up, he's easy to get along with. Some people say he's gotten shellshocked, but its just a common rumor. If you've worked with him, you know that he's one of the most precise shots in the company.
Yeah...not to good of an excuse there.
And then it goes full circle back to the new guy, Greg...or something like that. No one really remembers his name, he's new.
Ya man that SU-
Devyn shoots a glare at "Greg" and he quickly holds his tongue. With all of the little chirps overwith and with the plane nearing the destination, "Chief" as everyone calls him, walks into the back of the plane to give the boys a quick briefing before the jump. When Chief walks into a room, everyone notices. And its not because of size, thats Davis' thing. Its just this presence that he has. No one knows his real age but everyones average guess is somewhere in the early forties area. Perhaps its the battlescarred face or something else, but its there.
Alright dickheads listen up. We're aiming for a little patch of clear land just outside the west area of town. There's a small church about one hundred yards away from our landing spot. We need to cover the ground quickly though and arrive at the church before sun up, not to mention evac the hostages. From what I've been hearing from the company, we're looking at possibly twenty to forty tangos, heavily armed. Thats why we're working with such big numbers. Yes our pay will obviously be cut six ways, but it will still be more then you'd make if it was a two person job. With that said, I suggest you faggots hustle and get out of this plane before I make it a five way cut.
The hatch in the back of the plane begins to lower and the wind drowns out every sound possible. The engines can't even be heard. Its almost like perfect silence. The men stand up from the bench and walk towards the opening hatch. Devyn lets out a sigh and the hatch locks in place, gaping wide.
LETS GO FUCKERS![/font]
The natural showboat that he is, Devyn runs at the opening and turns quickly before backflipping off of the lip of the hatch, hanging in the air for a brief moment. In that brief moment, he flips off the rest of the team. This is his life, the life of a mercenary.[/center]