The hound and the Jackal.

[the lonely soldier 714]

(Warning! viewers Discretion is Advise)

Epilogued

"Base to Alpha 2-10 Actual leader Base, do you copy? over."
A female spoke over the comms. Sargent Blake Marty pushed his ear peace in more, drowning out the firefight from his SpecOps unit and the German Royalists. he looked over the corners of his cover to see how the action is doing.
"Alpha 2-10 Actual Leader to Base, I read you. You better have good news. Over."
"UAV has detected twenty some Tangos being Deployed at your six's. Recommend you pull your unit out and find another position to hold. How copy? over."
"Solid copy. interrogative, Ma'am. Is air Support available at this time? Over."
there was a long pause between base and their AO (Area of Operation). then the Female came back on comms again. "That is a negative. All air Support is down. Over" Smart bastards, he cursed. It only means that Bravo team didn't reach the anti-air cannons in time. it actually been nearly four hours since Marty heard from them. This hole operation was already in hell. "solid copy, beginning exfiltration now. Out." He looked around at his men. A spotter, Privet Alex Darcworth, looked in his eyes. those eyes had some much fear. He waited for him to say something, perhaps orders. It had been ten full seconds that went by eternity it seemed. He finally spoken. "We need to ExFil now, men. Lets move it!" They all listen in unison and pulled out. there wasn't much time to think, nor was there much exits to get out from. The only way out was the basement were it kept a tunnel and along with it a man hole leading out of the hot zone.
They ran about a mile. Marty had a feeling in his gut that the Royalist had sent out SpecOps. The German's special forces were twice as smarter as him and his men. The Stress level was taking a toll on them all and this was poorest route ever. A fatal funnel. just as predicted, The royalist had planned this easily. shouting was heard from front and back. "They got us Gang-banged, sarge" a soldier said. Gang-banged was a term when you were ambushed from all sides. I swear who ever came up with that shit, was drunk and got a couple of his buddies to screw a stripper, He snarled, but it wasn't a time to think about right wordings. "Stand fast, lets play Steady D on this. I want my light gunners at twelve and six. the Rest of you you likes get them M4s suppressed and start shooting lights and switch to night vision the first sight of contact, you let me know." they all reached for there Silencers and attached them as quickly as possible and positioned there night vision goggles to there eyes. "Start killing lights. " he ordered, in a unison, it was darker then dark. The corner tunnel was nothing but an eerie cast of light same as the other side of the tunnel. all was heard now was shuffling of worn out boots.
A shadow stopped at end of the cover. The second batch of the royalist stopped 50 seconds later. All was heard were voices of Germans. "Anyone speak German?" whispered Privet Alex. there was a long pause. "You got me" another soldier said.
"Can it. Noise discipline at all times."
Marty looked back at there six o'clock, seeing if they were doing anything. with loud clinks right near them came hissing, along with that was coughing. "Get flat!" Marty hushed them. smoke was building up. Then at the back side they threw another smoke grenade. Night Vision was useless now. two more clinks came in unison at two short seconds after another, following a loud bang. Marty couldn't hear anything, the ringing was so omened, that he couldn't tell if he heard screaming and gunshots, but he did feel excruciating pain from his thigh and his shoulder. H didn't dare to look, something collapsed on him. when he finally did look it was Privet Alex...The foot steps came closer and closer from either sides. The last chance he had was to take them with him. He pulled out a fragmentation grenade. But before he could pull the pin someone struck him at the side of his head. The last thought of he had was that he wouldn't be able to go back home again.

Everything was blurry. Lights were dim. Marty stared at a ceiling. He felt his body to see if he had things that they didn't take from him. "I wouldn't worry, chap," and deep English voice came from the corner of the room. "They left most of your things alone, but took your throat Mic and rifle and side arm. By the way, you can thank me for patching you up, mate" Marty got up and rest his back on the concrete wall, and let his eyes focus in a bit more, seeing clearly there was a African British soldier.
"You SAS?" Marty asked.
"Royal Marines, matter of speaking, and your self?"
"Rangers. US Army Rangers."
"Hoah, mate, hoah"
He walked over to Marty and knelt down looking square in his eyes, as if he's trying to look deep in his soul. "Tom Gray the fourth, Leftenant." Gray reached out his hands, greeting him in a way. Marty reached out and shook, the Royal Marine had the same grip like any Marine would have. "Sargent Blake Marty, pleasure to meet you soldier" Gray laughed and let go and gave him some painkillers. "The pleasures all mine"
"Where the hell are we?" He asked Gray taking the medication and swallowed it.
"We're in a torment camp."
Marty looked at him, no clue what he met. he got up slowly and made his way to the window. "Holy mother of god..." over looking a vast stadium, full of POWs, massive graves and labor fractions. it was very clear to Marty. This was a prison camp....

...to be continued...

[the lonely soldier 714]

Chapter one

December 26th, 2055.
Deutsches Stadion. Berlin Germany.

Down the hallway played an old song from the '90. Marty liked the jam and thought it was new and hip until they had a social chat with cigarettes and cigars one night while making there MREs the Royalist had given them. "Marky Mark was actually a good actor, loved his movies." Gray had told him, puffing on a Havana cigar. Marty inhaled his Newport 100 trying to remember some movies. "I wouldn't know, I was born in 2010," he flick ashes in a old empty juice can. Gray laughed, and shook his head. maybe it was gullible but he knew. "Marky Mark is Mark Wahlberg. No worries, chap, I had mates born in 2010 who didn't know who they were"
"Tell me something, how long have you been here?"
"For ten years. I'm suppose to be retired in 2 months from now."
"How they get you?"
"You ever heard of the Great raid?"
"Of course, it was dated back in 1944 trying to get American POWs rescue out of Japanese death camp, right?"
"Well we tried to do something like that as well, back in Mexico when the Mexicans turned to Royalist. Our information told us that our men were going to be executed for, which isn't clear to me to this day, that they been handing information to an informant for Interpol.
"We did have a MI6 agent who gave us information, but I don't know why Interpol would be involved in our affairs" Gray inhaled his cigar and shook his head.

As "good vibrations" played down the hall in apparently the security office, Marty couldn't help but figure out why Interpol was involved in the American-Royalation war. They had joint Ops going around from Russian, United Kingdom, even Japans Self Defense Forces. there was a lot of strings pulled to end the war.
Heavy footsteps were heard down the other side of the hall. two German officers came in. one open the door while the other pulled him out quick. "What the Hell!" he yelled. It was too hasty to pull him out of the holdings. "Good luck Mate! You'll bloody needed!" Gray shouted from inside. These officers didn't seem too happy. One man open the door and threw him into a 30 by 45 room, and pretty much shut the door
Marty examined the room. There was a table and two chairs with a metallic water bucket. He walked over to it sat down and looked inside the bucket. The contents were ices and water. The door open over were he'd looked before and large man walked in. He looked at Marty real long. The man looked he had been hell and back. worse yet, looked like he was given a Colombian neck tie when he had his fun in a shit hole like this stadium. "Isn't strange? American like you fighting once more after 115 years past," he walked over to the chair and sat down. he moved the the bucket aside to meet Marty's eyes. "And now we our country is at war with your country once more."
"Last time I checked, your Royalist buddies didn't involved Nazis, nor didn't take the time to over thrown the Military or take control the Hole country. Need i say more to embarrass you?" The man faked a smile. "We no need to. Our Mexikaner friends are planing that part. But we do need know some things about your 'rangers' so to get down to business."
Marty sighed, forming a plan in his head. "You have Spetsnaz, GSG-9, Marines, few Rangers, like me, and maybe some IRA guys if you'd looked hard enough. Didn't you learn anything from them?" the German put a map down on the table snickering. If this guy had never gotten pissed off, he was now. He'd been shot, stabbed, held captive for 5 minutes, thanks to poor security in Mexico, blown up. this would be new to him, and life threating as well. "Were is your American base being held at?" he asked Marty. He paused then cracked up in laughter.
"you got to be shitting me?"
"You Americans are so odd. if i was 'shitting you', my ass would be hanging from the breeze"
"Thats just to damn common to ask."
"We'll place you under safe passage home"
Marty calm down and trying not to laugh. "OK. You really want to know? God honest truth?" The German nodded. "Yes" Marty sighed and raised his hand getting ready to point in a random spot on the map then hesitated. "2000 leagues under the sea" the man looked very frustrated. "I was just testing ya, pal, I'm sorry I'll get with the program" He started to get ready to point on the map again and then pointed it at the officers' face "You mother sucks off a lot of men in hell"
The man grabbed his hair and bashed it so hard on the table. Marty was dazed already, the guy had a punch like a forty-five pound weight dropping on a foot. He dragged him to the bucket and of frigid ice water and dunked his head in. It was so cold, that the his pain was numbing away. In training, the Tier hounds were put under these kind of pressure so they couldn't break. It only took two minutes being submerged in the cold water then the officer did it again for another two minutes and kept repeating after twelve minutes. German threw him to the ground and called for guards. then dragged him back to his cell.
the guards open his cell and thrown him into the holding cell again. Marty laid on his back and watch the guards closed the cell door. Gray rushed over to his aid. "How did it go?" he asked pulling him to the far side of the wall. Marty was still dazed and weak. "I found out that his mother was not a slut appearently..."
"Wanker, mate you didn't call his mother a whore did you?"
"I did"
"Your one asre"
they both managed to laughed after words Marty fell asleep.

Marty woke up And looked around, the room, Gray was asleep, but he was good enough to make an MRE for him. It was chili steaked rice. As bad MREs came these days, mixing them together was the only way you can enjoy the crap. He took the mess kit into his hands and started to eat some. A rattle of rock clanked through the cell. Marty got up and walked over. A rock that was tied off to a shoe lace of some sort that was tied to a peace of paper. he took the it and started to undo the paper to the lace. he sat the bowl down so he could open the paper up and there was a message.

^{You have a lot of balls pissing off the Major. Not bad for a hell Hound. If you want to plan a way out with the British guy, meet me by the labor fields}

Marty read it over about 3 times. "What the hell?..."

...to be continued...