Sabotage

Prologue

Terrorism... such a dark subject to mention. Yet unfortunately it often happens, a subject I very much hated ever since I could remember and one I was determined to end. That was the very thing that caused me to join the military, for many years I was a soldier traveling across the world and "serving my country" as many would say.

Later on, I was offered a chance to join a unit within the CIA, switching from a full-out soldier to an agent-or operative as they often called it. I was joined with eight others, some who did their part on the field and others who worked behind the scenes.

I was always one for getting on the field and doing the dirty work-not neccesarily because I just wanted to see blood and bullets, but because I truly felt I was making a difference. I loved my team like brothers and sisters-though I never had any.

There was our "techies"-as I liked to call them, Royce Grant, Carl West, Alfred "Fred" Taylor, and Samantha "Sammy" Elbridge. Though I often referred to them as "techies" the four were capable of many things that us soldiers could never do and were always keeping us updated on what was going on.

And then you had the guys like me, well, mostly guys anyway. There was Ben "Hammer" Andersen, a guy who was all about making sure the job was done, however possible. Makayla "Kay" Henderson, a girl perfectly okay with running with the boys and loved to constantly prove that she could handle things without a man beside her.

Along with them was probably the most memorable of us all, Alex "Phsyco" Reed, who pulled some of the craziest stunts while in desperate situations, including knocking me into the raging water during a flood that happened within a certain city that was at the time under attack and the team happened to get split up, leaving Kay and the rest of the team on the other side of the town. Enemy soldiers found us,and we surrendered since they clearly outnumbered us and then it happened, Phsyco had thought it would be a good idea to push me, himself included, into the flood.

Luckily, we survived, by the skin of our teeth, I might add. And soon met back up with the rest of the squad. I guess he would've preferred to die by his own hand than someone else's. The thing that upset not just me, the entire team, in fact was that he would do something like of that sort and pretend like everything is fine. "It's all just some sick game to him." said Lance Quinn, our eigth team member of the squad as he removed his equipment from a mission we had got back one day.

"He doesn't realize he's playing with people's lives." Lance was the complete opposite of Andersen, and the two often bumped heads with eachother over which is more is more important-a team member's life or completion of the objective.

Then last, there was me. My name is Travis Grenier, I was very close to the team, just like my parents when I was a child. I was the last to be asked to join the unit and last to have any say in our plan of action, time and time again. However, this didn't really bother me, I was just happy to be cleaning the world of global threats.

Though I had never gave out any commands or orders for the team to follow or even made suggestions, Andersen often said he think I would make a decent team leader, "If anyone is on this team is to ever be killed, make sure you get the job done first, then mourn later." he would often say to us all.

Though I valued people over the mission, like Quinn, I did have a certain amount of agreement with Andersen's statements and motives.

The clashing of the two's priorities often reminds me of a recent mission the team had taken on. We had eliminated the team leader of some group of terrorist know as The Observers, however we got word that there were still some members roaming around in what we concluded to be a possible headquarters for them-at least was.