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Aftermath:A MW2 fanfiction

Prolouge Part 1:CSI Afghanistan

Afghanistan:Site Hotel Bravo:Day 7: 2016:1 Hour after Shepherds death... 4:57pm Shadow Company:Lt.Colonel Marcus Reed

Lt.Col.Reed sat in the Os-Spreys hull finishing off his last cigar.He had both fire teams Alpha and Bravo(The best men and women of Shadow Company)with him.He also had two forensic teams with him to examine the crash site and see if Shepherd was still alive.Targets Jhon Price and MacTavish were to be shot on site. Reed had fought with Shepherd since Vietnam and both of them had survived the Tet Offensive.The pilots voice crackeled on his comm."We're almost at the crash site.Prepare for landing in five."Reed put out his cigar and placed his goggles over his eyes because the sandstorm activity had been picking up.He adjusted his beret and cocked his ACR.The rumbling of the Os-Spreys engines died down and sand particles flew into the air as the large aircraft began to land.Reed got out of his seat and ran down the Os-Spreys ramp as soon as it deployed.Reed made the hand signal for the troops to get out.Reed activated his comm. "Raven 0 this is Phoenix 5.Get back in the air and make a few passes around the crash site and keep me posted if any hostiles are in our perimeter, over?""Phoenix 5 this is Raven 0 solid copy.I'll keep an eye on things up in the sky." The Os-Spreys engines roared to life and made a vertical take off.Reed aproached the crashed Pave Low with ACR raised with sights lined up.'Fire team Alpha,secure the crash site.Bravo team secure the perimeter" said Reed on his comm."Yes,sir,we're on it."said a voice crackling on his comm."Get me forensic team 1 on the crash site."said Reed on his comm."Team 1 on its way,sir."said a female voice on his comm.Reed lowered his ACR and put on a pair of latex gloves.Before joining Shadow Company he was in the FBI after surviving Nam.Shepherd invited him in when he heard that he was sick of how the U.S. lost a tremendous amount of patriotism after that Russian fucker Zakehev detonated a nuke killing 30,000 american service men and women in a matter of seconds.Reed let go of his ACR and let it dangel from its sling.The Pave Low was a twisted smoking heap of scorched metal.There was a body of a Shadow Operator.He had a large laceration on his neck.Reed kneeled down checked the wound.It was bleeding recently.The blood was still fresh.The wound must have been from a tactical knife,the favored knife of Task Force 141 member Catain MacTavish.He saw a M1911A1 in the operators hand.He pryed the fingers open and checked the chamber.Empty,poor bastard.He must have attempted to defend himself.A trail of blood was found leading somewhere.He pulled the dog tags off the operators neck. It read Cpl.Joseph Webb,age 20,bloodtype B+,Born 2/5/1996.He handed them to one of the forensic investigators.Reed left the crash site to Team 1.He waved over Team 2."I want you to check the river for any clues,let me know what you find.""Yes,sir,we'll keep you posted.""Good,I want to get this done quickly and professionaly."Reed got on his comm and got Bravo team on the channel."Bravo,give me a sit-rep on the current situation,over?""Bravo to Phoenix,solid copy.No sign of enemy resistance around the perimeter.We'll continue patrol and make another pass,over?""Gotcha Bravo team,Phoenix out."Reed waved over two Alpha team members.A young woman and man armed with M4A1s approached him. "Yes,sir?"asked the young woman."I need you two to follow me.""Yes,sir."replied the young man.Reed noticed the blood trail lead from the river,pass the crash,and to....someplace else...Hmmm.Reed followed the trail up a small dune where a large rusty structure stood.A wrecked civilian car was on his right.Empty shell casings were next to the car.Reed picked one up.They were 44.Magnum rounds, Shepherd must have been here...he followed the blood where...."JESUS CHRIST!"...Shepherd was on the ground...his body lay limp.Reed walked over with a feeling of mis-belief.The man he knew since basic training in 1967 was dead.There were signs of struggle.Maybe MacTavish or Price got into hand to hand combat with Shepherd.He kneeled over Shepherd on his knees and saw the tactical knife in his right eye.He gently pulled it out.Brain matter,eye ball tissue,and blood were all over the blade. It was a tactical knife by the look of the design.On the hilt was the 141 emblem on it."That SOB of a kilt-wearing scottish prick killed Shepherd!!!"Screamed Reed.The DSM,oh my god,the DSM.Thought Reed.He checked Shepherds jacket pockets....nothing."Shit,mother FUCKER!"Reed kicked a nearby rock away furiously."We're fucked,we're totaly fucked!All of our planning to help our nations morale for nothing!"He turne his head to see a young man with latex gloves and an MP5K approach him."Sir,we have found a torn up Zodiac and a water logged M4A1 up the river and Team 1 found a 5.56mm round in the skull of the pilot."Reeds face went red with anger.Price,only Price could pull off a shot like that.Reed pulled out his flask that had the Shadow Company emblem on it.He took a swig of the strong Scotch then put a cigarette in his mouth.He lit it up with his favorite lighter and took a few quick drags off his cigarette."I want you to get a few body bags and bring Sheperd and the crews bodies on board.I'm calling Raven 0 back,we're going to the safehouse in Toranto.Lets find out where these 141 fuckers went to hide....

To be continued...