"This way." I said, leading the group around a few trees. And then I spotted something. Someone was hiding in a bush. 

"Stay right here." I told everyone, and ran behind a near tree. I grabbed my rifle, and got myself in position. I looked through the scope, and spotted the bush. A girl with bright pink hair was hiding, looking at her SMG. 

"Wraith!" Psycho whisper-shouted at me. I turned, a little annoyed.

"What?!"

"Watch your right. A group of guys are heading towards the bush." I nodded, and looked back through my scope. I was glad it came equipped with a silencer.

I took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. I hit my target. She evaporated in thin air, dropping some bottles with a blue liquid in them, and 2 SMG's. I looked to the right, and saw the group of guys stop. They turned around, and fled.

"Okay, let's go." I said, waving them over to follow me.

                                                                                          ***

"Hey Wraith?" It was Falcon. He ran up beside me, shotgun in hand.

"Yes?" I asked, inspecting the blue liquids. Voodoo and Psycho were a couple feet behind some trees, watching for any other groups.

"When you picked up your rifle, did you remember something?" 

The question startled me, and I looked up. 

"Yes. Why?"

"What was it about?"

I paused for a second. Should I tell him? I opened my mouth, but suddenly closed it. I turned, and saw Voodoo pointing to some trees. I moved my head towards that direction, and froze. Two people with grenade launchers were coming our way.

"W-we. We have to go." I grabbed the blue liquids and SMG's and shoved them in my bag.

"Why? You were about to tell me, but then-" He stopped, his face pale. "Lead the way."

I couched, and ran to Psycho and Voodoo. I turned, and saw Falcon a few steps behind us. And then he lost his balance.

                                                                                 ***

"Oi, look o'er there." 

I cocked my head to the left, and saw a viking-like woman running towards Falcon. Right beside her was a man covered in blue markings. Then I saw the launchers. 

"Psycho, do you have any automatic rifles?" I scrambled for my backpack, looking at what I had. 

"Yes. But I also have this tan-ish rifle as well. I've never seen it before, but I'll let you take a look." I turned to her, and saw her taking out a SCAR.

"Where the he-" My voice was drowned out by the sound of something coming towards us. I turned, and saw Falcon running, eyes wild.

"GO!!!!" He was screaming. I grabbed the SCAR from Psycho, and aimed it towards the two people. I almost pulled the trigger, but we had an even bigger problem. 

The sound that drowned my voice out was a missile. But not just any missile... it was a guided missile.