I was sitting inside of a Sikorsky HH-60 Pave Hawk holding a M4A1 5.56mm Carbine which was a lightweight, gas operated, air cooled, magazine fed, selective rate, shoulder fired weapon with a collapsible stock.

Having been ordered by the higher ups to take out a terrorist hideout somewhere in Iraq I have been deployed to handle there 'problem'.

Ever since I was a small boy I have lived on the battlefield so this was nothing new.

Libya, South Sudan, Yemen, Syria, Egypt, and Haiti were some places I have been deployed.

Of course all of these deployments were for me to take out terrorist hideouts or leaders who ran the group or higher officials who backed them.

I won't deny and say I'm a hero or a saint.

It's the opposite actually, I've been raised to be a cold blooded killer who only knows how to put a bullet through someone's head.

Male, female, young or old It doesn't matter.

I have been trained and honed to kill off any race, gender or age.

If any 'normal' person sees what I have done, they would surely call me the devil or something along the lines that I'm an evil bastard.

But!

I have done some good deeds, like preventing many terrorist attacks from happening in NATO countries saving thousands of lives.

Capturing hundreds of dangerous men and women who were a serious threat.

Helping many countries take back control of their government from corruption.

Sacrificing my beautiful well developed body to seduce wife's and girlfriends of dangerous men to extract information.

There are so many more things I've done which I could keep listing but I'm not a narcissist so I'll stop.

Of course with all of these achievements the earth's elites recognized me as the world's finest soldier.

I'm not really too happy about the title but eh, who cares.

"Let's hope I don't get a bullet in my head during this mission." I muttered under my breath, gazing out into the night I sighed.

"Did you say something, Derek?"

Raising my head I faced Josh who was looking straight at me as he asked, he was a rookie co-pilot who just started about 3 weeks ago.

He was a young 20 year old kid who was nice and funny, so I got along with him.

"All good, I'm just a 43 year old man who is rambling about random things." I answered him with an awkward smile.

My answer seemed to please the young co-pilot who nodded his head and faced back to the front.

I don't know how much time has passed since we departed from the base, all I know is that they'll hover me above a drop zone then ill parachute down and infiltrate the hideout then slaughter the people inside and search for any information that could be of use.

"Derek, we're 10 minutes away from your drop zone! Check your gear." Josh said with a serious expression.

Listening to his words I began to double check my gear.

First I checked my ballistic mask which I was wearing.

No problem there.

I then moved my hands down to my chest which had a bulletproof vest level IIIA.

No problem there.

Moving my hands down to my waist I checked on my Kore Essentials Belt. It's super sizeable with its 1/4-inch hidden track system that held my Wesson Model 500 which was a five-shot, double/single action large-caliber revolver.

No problem there.

I then looked down to my TRGPSG tactical pants which looked all good.

Finally the last thing I had to check were my Tactical Boots which of course were fine.

Once I got done doing my little check up I stood up from my seat and held onto a straphanger then moved my sight to the ground.

Putting on my night vision goggles I activated them to see if they were working properly in which they were.

Now that I could see my surroundings clearly I scanned everywhere to make sure there weren't any scouts or civilians who would snake us out.

Luckily there was no one in sight, only small or medium sized buildings made out of reeds, clay, straw, bricks, and wood.

"5 minutes until drop!" Josh warned.

Giving a thumbs up I prepared myself mentally and took a deep breath, closing my eyes I cleared my emotions and turned into a killing machine who would shoot at any living human.

"2 minutes until drop!" Josh gave another warning.

Grabbing my parachute backpack which was below my seat I placed it on my back and waited patiently to drop.

"10 seconds until drop!" Josh's voice was slightly louder than before and had a tinge of anxiety.

Of course it would be slightly louder...

This was after all his first actual mission, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was beyond anxious.

"DROP!" Josh yelled looking back at me.

I immediately jumped out of the helicopter in a sky like dive.

Feeling the wind pressure going against my body I pulled the string which released my parachute.

[Special operator Derek Bullet, code name Sephtis. Mission, eliminate an Al-Qaeda hideout.]

As I was floating in the air my ears twitched at the sound of my superior's voice coming from the radio which was on my shoulder.

"This is Sephtis, I am approaching ground level in about 60 seconds." I spoke into my radio.

[Leave no one alive, that includes children and women, if any of the press gets information about what we're doing it will cause a riot by the left.]

"All life will be eliminated." I assured my superior.

It would be a massive annoyance if the media got wind of what we were doing...

Even if we are putting America first...

If it doesn't fit their agenda then they will do anything in their power to make us look like the bad guys and turn the people against us.

Hell, they already divided the country enough.

Landing on the desert surface I hurriedly ditched my parachute and attached my suppressor to my M4A1.

Sneakily walking through the open desert I aimed down my sight.

Eventually reaching the top of a desert hill, I glanced over and saw a medium-sized building with around 50ish men who were all strapped with Ak-47's walking around the perimeter.

This wasn't that much of a threat to me as I've dealt with hundreds of men before.

Once I got my fair share of observing I stealthily made my way down the hill of sand.

Moving forward undetected I hid behind a oil barrel which separated me from two terrorist who were about 25 feet away, it was just close enough where I could hear there conversation.

"لماذا إلينا أن نكون عالق في القيام بدورية?"

"أنا لا أعرف"

[Author note: The conversation between the terrorist went like this... "Why do we have to be stuck on patrol?" Then the response was, "I do not know."]

Scanning the surroundings their was no other terrorist near the two terrorist, so I calmy aimed down my sight and locked onto one of the terrorist's head.

Putting my finger on the trigger, as I was about to shoot, it started to pour down rain.

As I looked up toward the sky my face darkened.

"You gotta be shitting me..."

Those were my last words as a giant bolt of lighting struck me causing my vision to fade into darkness.