Malls

"Malls why is it always a mall? Honestly mate we're always stuck getting the shit job of clearing some huge ass mall!" I looked back at murphy who was still talking about the op we were picked for. He started up again "I mean really! Why is it that whenever we clear a city with a mall noine time outta ten we get picked for a fucking mall op?" Murphy sentences we're dripping with his South London accent. Murphy hated malls I mean he loathed them because malls meant contact and contact meant murphy would odds are have to run or shoot.

Lin said to Murphy "Because mate, we're the best all right? We're a bunch of death dealing, beer drinking, arse kicking, commandos and everyone knows it!" Murph replied "Cheers then mate!" and took a swig out of his flask which was full of Jameson. Lin was a Northern boy from Glasgow he was the only other guy in the squad I was afraid of in a fight, and I was the only other guy he was afraid of in a fight. He was cocky as hell but good tempered and as good natured to match.

Sarge looked back and hissed "Nail that chatter we're going in!" We'd been walking through the parking lot of said Mall all 7 of us Sarge, Murphy, Me (Gene), Jim, Salem,Lin , George. All of them we're well trained killers like Lin said. The only one of them I thought was a little peculiar was Salem he was a quiet chap who'd observed rather than spoke. 'Cept when he did it was either about how much he wanted to get a knife kill or his combat expiriences. Weird guy really weird.

But now was not the time nor the place to be thinking about such things we had a job to do and hell or high water we were going to do it right.

(Editor's Note some of my inspiration came from a book known as "The Men in the Green Faces" by Gene Wentz I reccomend it to anyone also there will be more of this as soon as I get around to writing another one)