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Kiwi knew how much Crystal meant to Wade so he wasn’t prepared to risk anything happening to her. He had her remain in the café opposite the apartment complex, much to her objection, and watch for unexpected visitors.

Like monkeys, Kiwi and Jacko scaled the back wall climbing downpipes, shutters and balconies. Reaching the third floor they found an unsecured window and entered. Avoiding the cameras, they used the fire stair to the fourth floor and found the apartment.

With no guards evident, Jacko removed his H+K MP5SD 9mm, sound suppressed sub-machine gun, while Kiwi had his ever reliable H+K MK23 pistol. Both men were wearing NVG’s, body armour and had a second weapon, notably a Sig Sauer P226 9mm pistol tucked in their rear waistband.

Using sign language, they approached the door and within four seconds Jacko had opened the electric locking latch and they entered. Leap frogging, they made their way through the apartment, checking every room for movement or body heat detection. Convinced it was all clear they removed their goggles, and using torches, commenced searching for any relevant documentation.

Jacko was searching through boxes on the floor of the second bedroom closet while Kiwi was attempting to remove a ceiling access hatch in the hallway, when the front door burst open.

The two men, having been made aware of intruders by a secret motion activation, exploded through the door firing rapid succession bursts of their Bullpup configured FN P90 silenced machine guns. Kiwi took a round to the leg and one to the abdomen as he fell to the floor. The attackers had covered five of the ten metres separating Kiwi from the door when Kiwi aimed his pistol and shot the closer assailant between the eyes.

The round of the H+K MK23 instantly halted the attacker as he started to fall to his left. The second attacker realising what had happened triggered fully automatic and aimed around his falling partner. The 5.7mm rounds danced across Kiwi’s body armour and one lodged in his right bicep.

With the room now in semi darkness, and as his attacker changed his empty magazine, Kiwi grabbed his dropped pistol with his left hand and fired. Unsure of whether his shots had found their mark, Kiwi felt the energy drain from his body. Jacko burst into the hallway and opened fire with his submachine gun. Certain his target was down Jacko checked outside the apartment door. He turned, as he switched on the light, and immediately became aware of Kiwi’s critical condition.

“Don’t worry bro. I’ll get you out of here,” spluttered Jacko, trying to remain calm.

After years of being confronted with blood, guts and death; Special Forces operatives worldwide become immune to the effects but no matter how hard they try, when it’s one of their own, they falter.

“How bad?” stammered Kiwi.

“You’ll be rap dancing before you know it,” replied Jacko, struggling to keep his composure, knowing his mate was bleeding to death.

Desperately applying compression bandages to his leg and arm whilst trying to hold a field bandage on his stomach, Jacko watched as Kiwi took his last breath.

Closing Kiwi’s eyelids, Jacko knew the mission must go on. He dialled up Colonel Wine and Wade.

“Foxtrot Uniform One to Bravo and Whiskey,” called Jacko.

“Bravo, go ahead,” replied Wine.

“Foxtrot Uniform Two is Delta, I repeat, Foxtrot Uniform Two is Delta, over,” stated Jacko knowing his voice was telling the story.

Wine knew Foxtrot Uniform One was Field Unit 1, Jackson and Field Unit 2 was Kiwi and no Commanding Officer ever wanted to hear that one of his unit was Delta; dead.

The Colonel instructed Jacko to remove Kiwi’s body, ensure nothing was left behind and gave him coordinates to get to. He then rang Forest, explained the situation, upon which Forest arranged collection of Jacko, Kiwi and Crystal. The General then organised a CIA sweep team to cleanse the apartment and leave no trace of any intrusion.