Grunting waking out of bed hearing the bell, alerting them to get ready. “Damn why did I join this special ops team. We have to get up so early.”

The group of about 100 men and women were a special ops team each one of them had the power equivalent to a Major General and the skill of a Sergeant Major. Although officially they did not exist. For the past six months he had been in the organization. It had been tough he had been officially disavowed his family thought he was dead. Even his six year old daughter knew he wasn’t coming back. They had been so through they even put the body of the man he was replacing in the coffin.

Many men and women shared those pains. Waking slowly he went to the briefing room along with everybody else. Many were sullen knowing they may not come back from this mission. They all shared the fears but few admit it. He had come back from four missions in his time in the spec ops team.

Walking into the room he took a seat and listened to the instructor. “Ok not much to say, you all have your training. All you need is to know the when where and what. When tonight 10:00pm. Where a drug dealing facility in South America. What, destroy the facility and save facility.”

One of the women raised a hand and he nodded his head in acknowadment. “Went it be the local military’s or law enforcements job to destroy this facility?”

“Yes but this is no ordinary facility. First there was a convoy of the local military ambushed in the town. They were carrying a kilo of refined uranium. The entire town has been taking hostage. One of the people living there is a Major General In the army. They also kidnapped the lead nuclear scientist. All in all even if we are wrong about the connection with the nuke we still need to check. And worse case scenario America is bombed and starts world war 3.”

Nodding the woman saw the critical ness of the mission. “Now go get armed up grab a parachute and head to the hanger.”

Opening his locker he pulled out his weapons. First was his M16 assault rifle with a suppresser and a bayonet. Along with his favorite side arm the handy Desert Eagle, inaccurate but sure to get the job done. Next to him his new friend said “You and your close range combat. Why don’t you sit back and fire a real rifle sometime?” He said pulling out his barrette sniper rifle.

“Too much effort, with my choice all I have to do is point and hold the trigger and it will die. And if I’m close enough to use my side arm then I won’t really need to aim anyway.” He said putting his helmet on and attaching his belt with extra ammunition.

“We’ll have fun getting shot. See you in the plane. You know it’s hard to fight when you know if you get shot no one will ever know you died. Everyone already thinks we are dead. And they have given us fake identity’s to go with. Sure they keep our first name but they completely change the last one.”

“Yeah I used to be John Peters now I’m John Andrews.” He said closing his locker after putting his parachute on his back.

“Yeah I’ve been here for ten years. I don’t even remember my real name.”

“I feel sorry for you. But we have to go don’t want to get yelled at again.”

Over the drop zone.

“1…2…3 GO GO GO! Remember don’t pull until almost at the ground. Be silent unless spotted then just open fire.”

They all jumped out and because they didn’t in force the haircuts his hair cut his face and stung in the cold night air. 5 kilo…4 kilo…3 kilo…2 kilo…1 kilo…900 meters 800 meters… 700 meters 600 500 400 350 NOW! Pulling the cord he glided to the ground then detached it and continued acting as if it never happened and just continuing forward.

In a low crouch they all knew what to do without ever discussing it. The snipers stayed up on a cliff with the trees the ones like him who prefer closer combat went in closer as more of an infiltration.

Circling the building he found one entrance but it was guarded. He was with four others looking from face to face and then to the entrance they all nodded then one man pointed to John then to the man on the left then to himself and then the man on the right. Then motioned for the rest to get the ones in the towers above.

Moving through the brush and to a good point he aimed down the 4x scope and got the crosshairs lined up. He then fired then all the others fell around him. Looking side to side he saw the guards in the towers fall.

Seeing a chance he got up from the bushes and pulled out his pistols one in each hand and sprinting forward. Entering the gate he then heard shots ringing all around him. “Shit they were hidden.”

While firing he noticed a door to the left. “Probably where the hostages are.” Taking cover behind the door he threw a grenade in and waited for it to explode. After it did him and three others ran in. He ran for the door the rest to clear out the guards.

The first thing he noticed was that it had a padlock before he got there he shot it and the doors swung open. He ran in and slammed them behind him.

He saw guards pointing their rifles at the heads of the hostages in heavily accented English one said “Gun down or they die.”

Kneeling down to act his surrender he calculated how many there where. Ok four guards they all look fearful. He said to them “Release the hostages; there’s no need to threaten.”

Two lowered their weapons yet were still suspicious one turned his gun towards him. “Why should we listen to you we can easily kill you?”

“Because I could kill at least two of you before I die. Do you want to gamble your life?”

The guard was unshaken he fired his gun but had terrible aim; he hit John in the side just missing his stomach. He was glad for the body armor but it still hurt like hell. He grabbed his guns off the ground and shot four rounds into the man before he was able to shoot again.

One more shot at him but missed he shot back and killed the man. Pointing his guns at the other two he said “Untie the hostages and tie yourself up. And I will let you live.” They hastily did as he requested

One of the hostages went up to him and said “I’m a General and I would like to help you out. Could I borrow one of your guns?” Handing his rifle to him he turned to see another man waiting there

“Hurry I am the head nuclear scientist go outside and there will be a door on the left as you exit. Follow it that’s where they keep the uranium.”

Nodding he went back to the door hesitant to open it he reloaded his weapon then told the general to wait three seconds before going out. Bursting through the doors and looking around he realized they had secured the area for the most part. He motioned for them all to advance on the door.

They kicked it open and went inside following the passage deep underground they came to a corner. He motioned for them to wait but one of them did not listen and went on. He was gunned down instantly.

“What now?” he asked in a low whisper.

“Throw a grenade?”

“No not next to unstable materials. Charge in?”

“As long as you have point.”

“Fine let me take a peek at what we are up against.”

Sticking his head out around the corner he saw that there were not too many of them. But they had a lot of firepower. Dragging the body of the man out from the corridor he held it up as a body shield.

Then he ran in followed by the others, there was that moment of surprise and then gunfire. He was then shot in the arm he was holding the body with. After dropping the body he was shot in the arms and legs countless times. Laying there he thought to himself is this really how I am going to let it end? Is this it. No I still have some fight left.

As he lifted himself up the general threw him his M16 and hid behind cover with a pistol. Taking it he shot at the enemy. They had killed all but one who they held their guns at and asked for surrender.

“No. I would rather die.” The man pointed his revolver at John and fired.

It hit him in the gut and he lost the strength to stand. He remembered when his daughter was born, when she first said his name, when she first went to school. She always sat home on the weekends and made him watch all her shows.

He wept and smiled, smiling at the memories and crying at the fact he would never see her again. But then there was a bright flash of purple light and he felt himself being carried away.

The next thing he knew he was lieing down on a carpet floor he heard a voice. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” This all seemed familiar somehow

Turning his head he gasped knowing why this was familiar. But it was not possible it was a T.V. show that his daughter obsessed over. I must be dead. Then he felt the pain of his wounds. Ok not dead.

The purple unicorn turned around and noticed that he was bleeding. “Oh Celestia I need to get you to the infirmary.”

She walked over to him and helped him up. That is when he realized he was not human. He was a pony.