" What do we have?" - Mike was checking in with Bush. The two were swapping shifts throughout the night.
"How is that for a holographic? Looks like a dag on forest fire. But as long as we keep moving we will be fine." - Bush always trusted in his technology.
" Alright it is your turn buddy, go get some sleep."- Said Mike.
" Hey, what dialect were those guys speaking earlier?" - Bush asked, being as curious as he was.
" Something archaic." - Mike was mocking his fellow seal.
Meanwhile, Lugar had fallen asleep for only ten minutes during the night, still it did not stop him from his recurring night terrors.
~ ~ ~ ~
" Do you like these?" - Asked Vilomah after handing Lugar a yellow apple.
" Yes." - He said.
" Oh, I knew they would be your favorite." - She said, thinking about her deceased son.
"What are you making?" - He asked.
Before she could answer, her husband walked into the kitchen. It was like he had seen a rodent running across the floor.
" What is the boy doing outside of the dungeon!?" - Alexander snapped.
" Relax, it has only been two weeks, he needs some fresh air. There are many months until you know what happens." - Vilomah said in an annoyed voice.
"How can you form a bond with someone who is not one of us? If he was not but a boy I would have him marinating in his own skin and bones and feeding him to the neighbors." - Alexander was very displeased.
" The same way that I have formed a bond with you, Alexander. " - Vilomah said while cutting the apples.
Alexander groaned and walked away. The same night Lugar finally was able to walk around the mansion that he was being held captive in. He was searching for the restroom. The walls were covered with many pictures and heirlooms; many plaques and ancient pieces of jewelry and art. Many doors and turns lived in the home.
There was a candle light coming from a cracked door on the south wing of the house. Lugar peaked in , listening and witnessing Alexander talk to two decorated caskets.
"Father. Mother. Forgive me. I have failed you. I have failed in my marriage. I have failed my own blood, in losing my only child. A cursed boy is living in our home. There is nothing I can do but be patient. He will be gone soon and I will continue the business and traditions you have passed down to me. I am afraid I will be the last of our bloodline." - Alexander's tongue rattle while rubbing the two caskets.
Lugar had stood in the spot for so long that when he began to move the floor whispered a creaking sound, alerting Alexander. The candle was put out and Lugar could hear Alexander approaching from inside the dark room towards the door. Lugar took a step back in anticipation while squinting his eyes trying to locate any type of figure within the darkness, expecting to be scolded for snooping around but Alexander simply shut the door.
The loud slamming of the heavy door caused him to fall and in that same fashioned feeling he woke up from his dream.
~ ~ ~ ~
" It is just a dream." - Said the holy leader
"Yeah I know, you should get some sleep, it is a long walk in the morning." - Lugar said while sitting up.
" You come here with the news of hundreds of men coming to kill me and my friends but you expect me to sleep." - Said the leader.
" Once we get you home you will be safe." - Lugar said to him.
" I too have many dreams, may God protect us." - Said the leader.
" I am no longer a believer." - Lugar said, standing to his feet.
"What is it that you believe in?" - Asked the leader.
Lugar was no longer quick to answer, instead he was thinking of an answer. As he was conjuring up some sort of conception about faith, Tyrone peeked around the trees.
" Got company." - He made notice.
Lugar gathered up the two Americans and the holy leader and was sending them across the path one by one towards the commander who was camouflaged in the tree line. It was only the leader and himself left to complete the crossing.
"Hold your positions." - Whispered Mike over the headset. "Got two coming."
Two teenage boys and the third with them being a dog were seen coming down that very road. They possessed heavy duty firearms much bigger than their actual bodies.
" Let them pass." - Ordered the commander.
They moved along the trail, smoking their cigarettes and talking the whole way. Not even aware of the eyes that followed them in hopes of not being mirrored. Everyone certainly stayed still and controlled their movements.
" Good job, now come on, cross." - Said the commander.
It was the teams first time out of training and off the base and literally everything was going properly, keeping the morale high. The team was made up of sharp individuals, mentally and physically; with high situational awareness and IQ. They represented each other well.
Locating the spotters encouraged them to collectively start a light jog towards the pick up site. Bush had rearranged the helicopter pickup and they were expected to be in the zone shortly. Under the cover of the night they arrived in good conditions.
" Right on time." - Said Mike.
" Okay! Everybody keep your heads low and enter the chopper! Watch your step!" - The commander was screaming over the noise of the compellers.
The helicopter had landed in a field of tall grass with only its blades poking out of the top. The team were to quickly load the packages on board. One of the pilots and Mike begin to help load people in.
"No, no! Not like this, not now!" - Lugar started screaming and holding his head and torso.
" Everything good partner?" - Tyrone asked, stopping in his tracks and raising his gun to scope the surrounding area. He continued to question Lugar, " You hit?"
Lugar had become crippled and majorly suffering. His legs were locking and he was grabbing his head. Containing himself as best as he could.
" Watch out for a sniper. Let's get him to the chopper. " - The commander was talking to Tyrone as they each placed an arm of Lugar over their shoulder.
They laid him on the helicopter cockpit floor as he continued to cry out in agony.
" Why! Not like this! No!" - Lugar was tossing and turning; pulling on his collar as if he needed fresh air.
"What is wrong with him, what happened?" - Asked Bush.
" Let's go, are we loaded?!" - Shouted one of the pilots.
" Yeah,move out!" - The captain yelled as he watched Lugar contorting on the floor.
" Do not just stand there, let's get his clothes off and check for an entry wound!" - Shouted Tyrone. He immediately went to work, trying to cut his brother's clothes off.
" Ty, Ty! Listen to me. Ahhh." - Lugar said, beginning to alert Tyrone about the change he felt in himself.
Tyrone was ignoring him, at the moment his focus was on saving him from his disparity. They had been through too much together for Tyrone to let Lugar go out alone. His emotions were definitely in play.
" Ty, Ty, Tyrone! I am so sorry." - Lugar said while grabbing on to Tyrone hands and stopping him from proceeding on him.
" What do you mean, I - I - I got you baby. I got you brother. Hold on. " - Tyrone was frustrated and began to cry as both their hands struggled for the scissors…
The enemy militia watched from the ground as the Apache combat helicopter started to hiccup. Mike was the first to get tossed out of the Apache, disappearing into the trees beneath him.
"Bâ!" - One of Central African men yelled while pointing in awe of the falling navy seal.
They could see a massive figure almost stalking them from the opening on the side of the Apache chopper. It watched them for a second or two before turning back into the helicopter and dismantling both pilots causing the Apache to nose dive. Gunshots were heard ricocheting and then another man was thrown out of the helicopter. Before the Apache exploded on the rocks the massive figure dove out and from their vantage point , they could see even the trees were getting out of it's way.
Everyone: the commander, Mike, Bush, the two pilots and both Americans, the holy leader and even Tyrone were all killed. With most of them dying in the crash.
"Mbo" - one of the militia men said to the other.
Mbo (Sango Language) : dog or wolf
Ba (Sango Language) : look