Split Apart: The Beginning

Chapter 1

~Emmett's P.O.V.

"Twenty targets." The voice in our ear rang.

"Damien, you got a visual on Roman?" I asked, the sight on my AK-45 locked onto one of the guards in front of the main building we were infiltrating.

My squad and I were currently in Yemin, where a few of our squad members were being held captive. It was a standard "Cap 'em and bag 'em", as my younger brother would say. They were being held in a small building, at least two stories high, near the coast line, a total of twenty guards. Considering it was just three of us, I would say that it was already in our favor, not that I'm bragging.

"Damien!"

"Hold on!" My brother's voice rang through my ear piece, the sounds of struggles and profanities followed suit. Finally, after what seemed like years, he spoke again.

"Visual on Roman. I'm engaging."

"Hold it. Wait for my signal." I spoke, watching our other member, Enrique,  move in close to the front door.

One of the guards was shoving a cuffed Roman towards the building. "Let me go you bloody bastards!" His voice was heard through Enrique's ear piece.

I nearly chuckled at our British friend. Guideon Roman was one of our special forces. He was a government spy before he joined us. He sure had no filter and would cuss out anyone in his way.

"Three, two-" I adjusted my scope, and readied my finger on the trigger.

"Now!" I shouted and all three of us fired at once, the two guards in front of the main entrance dropped, along with the guard that was shoving Roman.

"Engage, make sure you don't miss the rendezvous point." Damien spoke, and we all moved forward. I climbed down from the tree I was set up in, moving in for Roman.

"You bloody imbeciles. I nearly died!" Roman spoke, clearly upset with our methods. "You couldn't have done that sooner?"

Enrique broke his cuffs, smirking. "Nah, that would have ruined our fun." He said, his Hispanic ethnicity clear in his accent. "I mean, Guideon in handcuffs? Sounds like a fun time." He joked.

Guideon didn't take long to punch him hard, glaring. "I've had just about enough of all three of you."

Damien tossed him a handgun. "Enough joking around, the chopper is on the other side, we have to clear seventeen more douche bags." He spoke, quickly reloading.

"How are we taking this one?" Guideon asked me.

I took a deep breath, a load of different scenarios flashed through my head.

"We go loud. Everyone in this building is considered hostile. Take down anyone in your way. Roman and I will head down the East side of the building. Damien and Martinez, you take the West." I said, moving towards the East side of the building.

"Works for me." Guideon spoke, following after me. Damien and Enrique quickly went over to the opposite side. "See you lads on the other side." He smirked at the pair, and we split up from the other two.

After a few minutes of crouched walking, we came up in a room with at least 8 guards. "Bloody hell. Loud, huh?" He spoke, chuckling.

We were seriously outnumbered. It wouldn't matter. I knew me and Roman would be enough.

"On my mark, we go hard." I said, gripping my gun tightly. Roman nodded, his grip on his gun tightening as well.

"Now!"

We shot up and immediately began firing our weapons, each guard went down, almost like a domino effect. Two guards near the back had taken cover, shooting at us. "Shit!" Gideon cursed, immediately ducking.