12:05:34 A.M.

Zambia, Africa

Militia Camp

Riley and Simon Makarov, two of the most dangerous mercenaries in the world. They are not just brothers-in-arms. They are actually brothers. They are both haft Russian and haft British. Both of them were members of the S.A.S after being dishonorably discharged for their actions, then became rogue soldiers of fortunes. Right now they are in a firefight against the militia and trying to get to the militia camp. They are both taking cover behind their own custom Humvee. Simon has a M4A1 fitted with an ACOG scope and a Magpul P-mag and Riley has a CSA SA vz. 58 Compact fitted with a magazine well to allow it to feed from standard AR-15 magazine and has a flashlight clamped under the front sight block, a suppressor, and an Aim point red dot sight attached via a side mounted MIL-STD-1913 rail.

“This is bad, Simon!” Said Riley. “This is really bad!”

“No shit, mate!” Said Simon. “I told you we should have waited till night time!

“Aw fuck off, mate!”

“Just telling the truth, brother!”

“Will just kill these ass-holes please?!”

“Roger!”

Riley and Simon went back to opening fire on the militia, then went back into cover when they were under fire. While Simon was reloading his M4, his brother, Riley peek his head out and sees a militant carrying an RPG-7 and he was aiming it at the Humvee where Riley and Simon are taking cover.

“Oh hell no, mate.” Said Riley.

Riley came out from cover and opened fired on the RPG gunner and killed him then accidently fire the rocket at his fellow team.

“Fuck you!” Yelled Riley. "Simon advance!"

"MOVING!"

As Riley provides covering fire, Simon moves up towards the camp while firing his M4 at the militia. He was moving towards them in a fast pace and tactically. He drops every militant with one shot each. He then stops and crouch down and began suppressing fire for his brother.

“RILEY MOVE!” Simon yelled.

“COMING THROUGH!” Riley replied.

Riley came out from cover and ran next to his brother while firing his rifle at the militia. The two brothers then walks up towards the camp while firing their weapons at the militia. They were killing every single one of them...mostly Simon was getting the most kills because of his marksmanship. After killing all the militant fighters, they then see's a jeep with their target inside getting away from the camp.

"Shit he's getting away!" Said Simon

"Not for long, mate!" Said Riley as he picks up an RPG off the ground and aims it at the jeep. "Bye-Bye!"

As he fires the rocket and it hit The jeep and exploded along the jeep and the H.V.T. Riley drops the RPG and smile. Simon came next to his brother and gives him a pat on the back.

“Mission Accomplished. The leader’s dead. Nice shot, brother.” Said Simon.

“Told you that I would be the one who kill him.” Riley replied.

“And still you brag about your kills.”

“So? Don’t understand why you don’t.”

“Cause I’m not a big fan of kill bragging…but I do know that I have more kills then you.”

“Fuck you. I’ve probably beat your record today.”

“You forgot that I never miss. I’m a sharpshooter.”

“Whatever…I still know that you don’t have more kills than me.”

“Whatever you say, mate. Let’s get out of here.”