At midnight line of control immense fight happening between two side. In silence of night, a silver moon hanging of vast spread of sky, their cold light landing the carpet of the earth. A gentle breeze whispered through the forest of tree, rustling their leaves in hushed conversation with each other, while the air carried the smell dump earth with scent of bloodlines and acrid. A faint hum of crickets, chirping of cicadas, fleeting bird and muffled sound of soldier's footstep as they walked on leaves breaking the silence of the night. There shadow stretch on field under flashing light of moon.
But this beautiful silence night fractured by blinking light of the gunfire. sudden flash lit up sky get brighten up with bright red, yellow with a loud thudding sound, loud enough pierce someone ear followed by rapid fire of bullet from assault rifle. Above in the sky, two Z-20 chopper is circling around the line of control. A rope ascends from it a well-covered female military general descent below into chaos. Her feet quietly landed on the battlefield despites of chaos. She immediately scans her surroundings using both her own natural vision and the night vision googles to access to clearly see her allies and enemy. With her careful entry, she hides her safely behind the tree, make her riffle ready for the fire, her finger is near the trigger but disciplined showing for both speed and restraint. She connects her Bluetooth to her companion colleague and lower soldiers give a command shoot the bullet to the target with swift move without an error.
The smell of cordite and burning fuel heavily spreading in the air. The shadow darted from her behind, she adjusts her google, immediately set riffle to target. A cracked voice of commanding officer broke through her earpiece," General, target is moving the sector 6 - coordinates locked".
She shoots the target in front of her. Her lips curved into the faint, determined smile." Undershoot. I'm going in."
With her footstep, the rain also began to fall, at first the rain was slow with the pacing time it started raining heavily, accompanied by strong wind which plastering the dust on her face. She swiftly uses her sleeve to wipe her face. Her boot is sunk in the mud somehow; she dragged her legs moving forward without caring about strong wind and rain like nothing can stop her. She crouched down behind the crumbling wall of sandbag. She steals the glance of sector 6 through the haze of her night vision goggles, she spotted the movement of the three-figure darting across the alley, she pointed her riffle toward one of them fire it, in an instant she moved her riffle to her other target without giving them the chance to understand the situation and defend themselves. With the rhythm of the rain three body fall like leaves cutted down from its branch.
She pulls the one of them body, take out his Bluetooth earpiece and walkie talkie through which these people communicate with each other. She wears the earpiece in her other ear and entered the building safely to fight another fierce battle. She careful entered in their domain killing one after other enemies of her with her swift and precise move in this process, she is also somehow but for her this injury doesn't matter to her. She seizes her last target stab the knife on his neck. She asked him in the low pitch dangerous voice," where is your commander? Give me the answer. The wrong answer can take your life. I will make sure your regret this even in your death."
He answers in the trembling voice, "Commander is at the in the backyard in helipad area. He is planning to fly out but where I don't know. Please leave me."
She pushes him on the ground raise her gun shoot him to death. She rushes toward the backyard helipad which is around 100 metre distance away from her. She called the pilot of her helicopter command him, " Hello reporting officer. It is an immediate command surround the helipad area."
She collects other team along with her surrounded the area of helipad from all the side. She raised her hand singles them to shoot to fire. Killing them together without chance of escaped from there tragedy. Some of them are killed and other are captured alive. The helicopter from which their commander trying to fly is completely encircled in air on command of her. The commander is trapped inside - surrounded, helpless, moments away from the inevitable.
The downwash from the helicopter's blades whipped her hir across her face, stinging her eyes. She stepped forward through the storm of dust and grit, boots pounding the helipad with steady, unhurried force. Around her, her time closed in, rifles trained on the trembling cabin.
"open it," she ordered.
The two operator by her side surged forward and open the door wide. The commander setting inside, face pale, sweat streaking down his temples despite cold night air, his hand trembling from fear. As soon as his eye meet her gaze - he froze.
" You can no more escape from my clutch" she said with the smirk, her voice was low sharp enough to cut through roar of the still spinning rotors.
The commander shoulder slumped, the fight draining out of him. The pistol slid from his fingers, clattering onto metal floor. Hands raised in the surrender, he was dragged out into the floodlights, his boots scraping against the steel.
The floodlights dimmed as the last of the prisoners were hauled away. The smell of gunpowder still hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint tang of jet fuel. She stood at the edge of the helipad, watching the night reclaim the battlefield.
Her earpiece crackled.
"Command, target secured. Area is clear."
She gave a single nod, though no one could see it. "Understood. Prep transport."
The wind was cold now, the kind that seeped past armor and into bone. But she didn't shiver. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon, where the faint glow of distant fires painted the sky a dull orange.