The air was cold with blood. There was near zero visibility with a rageing blizzard. The time was spread thin, and there was a dire disaster at hand. The worst part was that only one man knew about the upcoming danger. Staff sargeant John Malery. He had an empty m4al asault rile, two hand grenades, one flash grenade, a full m9 pistol, and 50 miles of snow to cross. The sgt ran with caution up to an enemy campsite. There was no telling how many enemies inside. He reached down to call in an airstirke when he remembered all the comms where off. He spent little time devising a plan before he went in. First he threw his rifle in the distance and heard firing. Then he went behind where he threw his gun, drew his pistol and fired once into the two enemy tangos. Malery backed up and found a transport truck. He cautiously made his way to the driver seat, there was one man in the passanger seat but no driver. The sgt aimed his pitol at the enemy in the passenger seat, accurately aimed and *bang*. The staff sgt was never seen or heard from again.