[i]"Two, on point. Four, take rear. Three, with me."[/i]

The four beige-clad men moved from the sands of the desert into shadier ground. Buildings, low and made of stone and clay, dotted the town they were entering. 

[color=891313]"Hey One, this place looks suspicious or what?"[/color]

[i]"On point, Three. Keep your eyes peeled. Double up, we need to get clear of the road."[/i]

The soldier called Two advanced up the dirt road towards a nearby two storey building, taking up a position next to the door as the rest of his squad silently followed. At the nod of One, Two kicked open the door and headed inside, the other three soldiers right behind him. Once inside, Two closed the door and his posture relaxed as he took off his balaclava and helmet. 

"Think we got away from them?"

[i]"Nah. They'll be on us in a few minutes, just you watch."[/i]

"Damn. Thought we could get away with that, Jimmy."

[i]"Well you thought wrong, Con, you thought wrong."[/i]

The rest of the men followed suit, each of them removing their helmets and masks to rest. 

Luis was one of them. Assigned the number Three, he was one part of the four man machine that was Tiger squad, a team of Delta Force operators currently on Egyptian soil (read: sand) clearing an infestation of terrorists camped out in the desert. Totally unreported by the news, of course. Black ops were their speciality. Tiger were one of the best. The team consisted of their leader, Jimmy Tong, a Chinese man from Delaware, Connor King the big African American medic with a heart as big as his biceps, himself and Lee, a mysterious man from Maui who was also their team marksman. 

The operation had gone without a hitch; the insurgents were hiding underneath the sands, in caves dug by machine and camoflaged by beige tarps and netting. The work had gone on in the night, with the men masquerading as residents of Cairo in the day. Tiger had been inserted during the night and, using a combination of satellite imagery and GPS tracking, had located the base and promptly laid waste to it and the terrorists inside. What they hadn't counted on was another base just a couple hundred feet away, full of backup that were armed to the teeth. They'd hijacked a technical and drove away, under fire and outnumbered. The town was a sheer stroke of luck, and they'd picked it as the best place to hold out or avoid their pursuers.

Hopefully the insurgents would leave. Luis could hear them outside, ranting and yelling in Egyptian and Arabic. 

He just wanted to rest and go home.