The Hunt

"The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury. Not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take...inventory. Out-gunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds. On a suicide mission. But the sand and the rocks here, stained with thousands of years of warfare...They will remember us. For this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." John Price

Prologue:
Time:2006 Hours

Date: September 6, 2016

23 hours after Shepperd's death

Location: Aproximately 2 miles from Site Hotel Bravo

Dylon Harris jumped out of the Black Hawk. The scene was too crowded, and he quickly regreted the jump. Still, he had a job to do. A man with black hair, blue eyes and entirely black outfit walked towards him. "You most be Private 1st Class Dylon Harris, right?". Dylon spotted the "Major" insignia on the uniform and quickly broke in salute: "Sir!, PFC Dylon Harris reporting to you as requested!". Major Frederickson returned the salute, "at ease, Private". The Major extended his hand toward Harris, in a more informal way. "I think you are aware of the situation" the Major began, pulling out a couple of cigarretes, offering one to Dylon. He accepted it, pulling his litter to lite both cigars. "I've received part of the inform, sir, but aside from that, i know nothing, sir" he answered, The Major stopped by a car, where there was a deadbag on the floor. "Do you know who's the dead?" he asked, and faced Dylon blankly. Dylo hesitated, but speaked: "Yes, Lieutenant General Shepherd" he answered, puffing smoke to the air. Fredrickson turned and dropped the smoke butt. "Yep, that's him" he lastly replied. Captain Petterson appeared from behind him.