"On behalf of the President of the United States, the Commandant of the Marine Corps, and a grateful nation, we offer this flag for the faithful and dedicated service of Sergeant Aaron Coley. Please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your loved one?s service to Country and Corps." The colonel then stepped forward and presented the flag, ?Mrs. Laura Coley, we are sorry for your loss? said the colonel before walking towards a young lady with long wavy blonde hair.
As he nears the new widow she begins to tremble, her hands clenched in a tight fist, her legs shaking violently, she was in so much pain. It was hard for her to believe that her husband was really gone, she thought about their wedding day which was only three years ago. It seemed like yesterday that they have met, both working at the same yogurt shop. She couldn?t handle this, the crying, the shaking, the pain. She just wanted things to be like how they were before, before Aaron was selected for some special team, before he died. Her trembling was worse now, her mind was racing faster and images of blood and fire and explosions replaced the thoughts of the happy times she spent with him.
The colonel was standing before her now, holding the flag outward to her. She looked down at it and then back up, to her time had slowed down, almost freezing in place. Her head moved looking right to left, she stared upon the crowd. Men in fine black suit coats were gathered together all looking back at her with eyes that were red and tired. She saw men in uniforms with rifles at their sides, staring back with straight and almost emotionless faces. Laura looked further to her right and saw men far off playing instruments, the saddening songs of death emanated from them.
?Laura,? said Colonel O'Malley. She looked up to him, and noticed he was gesturing for her to take the folded flag from his hand. Her shaking had stopped, she was no longer sad at this moment, but instead she became angry.
?You...you!? Laura raised her voice and pointed at the colonel, ?You did this, why Aaron is dead, it is all your fault!? Laura was now backing up away from O'Malley, tears streaming down her face once again.
?Mrs. Coley, I know you are hurt but please know...?
Laura cuts off his sentence, ?No, I am through with this.? Laura then runs off towards a neighboring tree-line, and as she does a man from the group shouts out her name, but was unheard. The man was of average height, he had a friendly face with light brown eyes. His hair was short on the sides and a bit longer on the top and back. On his jacket was several pins and badges he had earned and among them was an insignia that matched the one on top of Aaron?s coffin. He then got up and ran after Laura. The leader of the funeral then closed in a short speech and dismissed the crowd.
?Where did Brett go?? says another man who was standing in the same row as the previous man, who had got up and ran after the widow. This man was a bit shorter but still had an athletic build, his natural skin tone was a bit paler than the two other men standing next to him. He had short cut black hair, that if left to grow would become extremely curly. He was dressed in khaki dress pants and wore a blazer. This blazer also displayed the same insignia as Aaron?s coffin.
A large and tall man looked over and said ?Zack, did you not pay attention? Brett just went after Laura, probably to try to calm her down, if anyone would know how she feels it would be him, they were practically brothers, Brett was closer to Aaron than any of us three.?
?Right Kevin, sorry I must have missed it.? Said Zack.
Kevin was the tallest of the three men there, he had a hard looking face, a face that could intimidate any man. He had a buzz cut hairstyle and brown eyes. He was built like a runner, long and strong legs. He then fixed his tie and jacket, which also bore the insignia. ?Hey Mike, you okay over there?? said Kevin, looking over to the other side of Zack.
Mike had his head bent over and his arms folded into his chest. His hair was longer than Brett, Zack and Kevin?s. His bangs were down to his eyebrows and the sides were just past the ear. It was a dark brown color like his eyes. Mike had a serious face and a solid physique.
?Oh wait he is doing Mormon things? said Kevin to Zack.
Mike then raised his head and then looked at Kevin, ?It's called praying, many people do it. Anyways let?s move, those randies over there are looking at us and talking quietly.? He gestures to the Colonel who was now walking with an associate towards a car. Mike then opens up his hand and places his matching insignia onto his jacket.
?Alright? Kevin and Zack say simultaneously, and then they walk over towards the way Brett ran off to.
As the noticeably shattered Laura ran off, two hardened men, an elderly man and a young buck, tailored in typical military issue suits and berets stood and watched as Brett ran after Laura.
?Thats the Zaweiski kid.? Said the older of the men. He sighed and stared off into the pastor green field. The wind blew silently and the sun burned into the man?s skin. A bead of sweat dripped down his cheekbone down to his polished chin.
?This was a damn mess. This should not have happened!? snapped the young man. At this point the other 3 men had gone after Brett and Laura.
?The tall one is Swenson, followed by short and stocky Keidan and Lavallee is in front of them? said the older man. He glanced over at the young man, a less decorated and starkingly younger commander, he bore his fingers into the funerals program.
?What are going you on about old man?? Barked the young commander. The old man smirked at him and said:
?Do you know who they are? Do you actually have any idea Travis??
?No and what does it matter? They look like a couple of kids who knew the kid back in high school or something.?
?This is true Travis, however note the insignia on the coffin.?
Travis glanced over and saw the insignia. Peculiar in shape, the symbol which resembled a large vehicle had five noticeably different objects around it. What looked like an Apple IPhone was next to the drivers side of the vehicle and a pair of angel wings on the passenger side. Opposite to the back door on the left was a shoe with a wing on it, a symbol of most runners. On the opposite side of that sat what looked like a tattoo pen however Travis could not tell and finally a lego piece rested in the middle of the two in the back.
?So they put things the kid liked? I want to know what the hell your point is O'Malley!? Travis whispered ?..Sir?
O'Malley lit a pipe he took from his coat pocket and inhaled as the tobacco burned. As he exhaled he began:
?Lavallee: Loyal, smart and religious. The boy is a damn fine soldier. But you do not want to be on the end of his rifle. He outscored this nation?s top sharpshooters. While religious he is not afraid to do what is necessary in combat. Lavallee plays an almost fatherly role to the group. Maintaining level headedness in hot situations makes him vital to the others. He pushes the men to the limit and is not afraid of death. In fact he welcomes it. They say he has a fascinating ability with a short sword however it has yet to be ever recorded. It is rumored that he trained under a famed swordsman in Japan before coming home to the states but, again, its a rumor. But what is not a rumor is that he gets a lot of money from a biomedical engineering company, made a big bang in the advanced prosthetics department.?
He took another puff of smoke from his pipe.
?The Keidan kid, he can rip apart your car, phone and laptop and he doesn?t even need to know your first name. He isn?t half bad with an assault rifle either. They say the other members of the group really molded him and brought him up. While the oldest, he is the little punching bag of the group yet he takes it in stride. He also is the driver of the group. They say his reckless abandonment of actual driving ability makes him essential to the groups existence. He considers himself a lady?s man, however that is far from true from what we are told.?
Travis stared at him curiously. ?Sir I gotta ask before you finish...? O'Malley stared at him and raised one of his bushy eyebrows.
?Why are giving me background information on these men??
?Well if you actually payed attention to my story you would learn that they all wear the same insignia on their jackets as the coffin?
Travis looked quickly back at the coffin, then at O'Malley. O?Malley smirked.
?Swenson: Interesting kid right there. Mind you they are all interesting however Swenson is a devout Atheist yet he works best with Lavallee. Swenson has been running his since high school. Cross Country and Track and Field, this kid can run as fast as any man in the marathon. Captain of his track team in college, the kid has an interesting approach to his leadership. Many believe that both he and Lavallee were asked to lead this team-?
?Team sir?? Travis interrupted now hiding his hothead attitude in his jacket.
?Yes a team. They were asked to lead. However they made the team a joint effort of opinions...Anyway Swenson is as intelligent as he is fast. He has a vast knowledge of people and culture. They also say you do not want to be in a hand to hand situation with the kid. One of the finest Krav Maga fighters out there. He has a smart mouth and is always willing to back it up.?
Travis looked at O?Malley in awe. How does he know this he thought.
O?Malley inhaled his pipe deeply again.
?As for Zawielski, he is a loose cannon. He gives the team the edge it needs to be effective. He is smart and quick minded. The deal is he and the now deceased Coley were the finest knife fighters out there, being able to take down heavily armed men with a standard issue combat knife. The story goes that they were buddies in high school and one day while skating they were attacked by some addicts on bathsalts. Some kind of idiotic club drug. Anyway the two of them wrestled a knife from one of the muggers and well...let?s just say nobody was mugging anyone on a skateboard in that area anymore. Zawielski is unpredictable and yet he works best with Keidan who is by the book. Our intel also tells us that he has a heart condition, which was fixed by some innovative technology created by, guess who, Lavallee.?
?Where are they from sir?? Travis said softly. He did not know what to do with this information. He was at a loss as how to react.
?Some Eastern seaboard state. Massachusetts I believe. That city. Worcester maybe??
?So what does this all mean sir? I mean so they had a club?
?Don?t mistake this as a social club Travy. They were this country?s most important non-existent military group. Called themselves the BBC Army. Nobody asked why. Just how it is.?
Travis stared curiously and then gasped. He dropped the keys to the four door sedan.
?That name! That was the group I sent into Africa for that wetwork job! The one that-?
?Got their team member and friend killed. They want blood. We need to be careful Travy. We know they will want revenge. We will give it to them whether they know it or not.?
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