Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 00:17:00 +0800
From: YoDawgs Bl.net <yodawgs.blnet@gmail.com>
Subject: Invisible War 6

"Rise and shine!" Lewis' voice jolted him awake. Beside him, James
stretched, yawned, fumbled for his glasses and staggered over to the
bathroom, pushing Lewis aside. Brown groaned with fatigue, and only rose
when Lewis prodded him in the side.

"Go take your shower and eat your food. James will be back up here in an
hour. He's got to handle some stuff down at the medical wing. He's taken a
few days off. Just for you."

"Oh." He pushed himself to his feet and dragged them toward the bathroom,
which was devoid of the usual queue. He showered in a dreamlike state and
made his way out into the living room, dressed only in the Coalition's
green and brown camouflaged trousers. As he sat down at the table, he
noticed that both the Silvers were absent.

"Hey, where are Matt and Martin?"

"Oh, they've gone down with James to get the hydrostatic implant." Lewis
replied. "You need to follow him after your lesson to get your
augmentations."

Brown nodded his head. Jaeger came from the kitchen holding a pitcher of
orange juice while chewing his breakfast and sat next to him. He filled
everyone's glass and set the pitcher in the middle of the table.

"You alright?" The Swedish boy asked him. He nodded.

"It hurts a little."

"Oh, it'll soon fade. It always does."

They ate breakfast in silence. After they finished their meal, Brown made
to help Lewis bring the dishes into the kitchen, but the squad leader
pushed him back onto his seat.

"Try not to move around too much, Mike. You need to get used to the gel in
your body." He piled all the dishes into his arms and staggered into the
kitchen himself. Brown, with assistance from Jaeger, made his way to the
couches and lay down on the leather sofa, torso stretched out. He sighed as
the cool leather made contact with his body.

The rest of the younger team members bustled in and out of the rooms,
searching for their socks and shoes. Brown even heard a "Has anyone seen my
rifle?" from Lee as they eventually left the building, leaving only the
senior members and a grinning Jurgen, who sat at his feet.

"Oh, what are you still doing here?"

"I'm supposed to do my lesson with you."

"Oh yeah."

"How does it hurt?"

"It was pretty bad yesterday. Today's fine, though."

Jaeger leant forward and laid his head onto Brown's chest, causing him to
gasp as his sensitive skin made contact with Jaeger's hair.

"It's much firmer now." Jaeger commented, prodding Brown's left breast with
his index finger.

"No, stop..." Brown groaned with pain. "It hurts."

The door slammed, and Brown looked around. Both the Silvers had entered,
followed by a grinning James. The twins looked positively faint, and helped
themselves to the bedroom, where loud groans of "Oh god, no." were audible
when James entered. Jurgen giggled.

"He's going to rub them really hard."

Sure enough, the whole apartment was soon full of Matthew's and Martin's
moans of "Oh God, it hurts." And random "Aaaahh..."s rang out through the
silent building.

After twenty minutes, the moans subsided, and the room door opened. James'
head appeared, and he beckoned Brown and Jurgen in.

"Now. Your very first lesson in the treatment of a soldier who's just had
his hydrostatic implant." He motioned to the brothers lying side by side on
the bed. Matthew took one look at them and once again groaned "Oh god no."

"Oh god, yes." James corrected him. "They're going to be doing the massage
now. And it'll hurt a lot less because I've just finished with you."

"Oh, whatever." Martin sighed.

"Alright." James continued. "Place your hands on the subject's chest, as
so..." he dug his thumbs into Matthew's chest, above both almost invisible
pink protrusions. Matthew grunted with pain as Brown took James' place.

"This is going to take awhile." James sighed.

A couple of hours later and after a load of complaints from both brothers,
Brown finally worked the fluid down to Matthew's stomach, and patted it
gently. The New Zealander groaned.

"Oh please, no more... no more... let me die in peace, pleeease."

James smiled. "Course you can. We're done."

"Oh, thank god."

Matthew rolled onto Martin, and both of them promptly groaned in pleasure
as their now bulging chests made contact. James chuckled.

"Oh, come on. Let's leave these two lovebirds. Time for you to get your
augmentations." He led them out of the apartment, to the elevator and
finally back to the same floor that Brown had acquired his hydrostatic
implant. His blood chilled when he walked past the same room, with that
infernal machine.

"Don't worry about it." James tried to reassure him, his chest and stomach
vibrating slightly with his footsteps as he padded down the corridor beside
them. "You'll get used to operating that machine."

"And cause pain to other people?" Brown questioned. James shrugged.

"That's what doing medicine is all about. Saving lives and causing
pain. How's that for philosophy?"

They reached a room titled "Soldier Augmentations". James pressed the
buzzer to let them through, but it appeared that nobody was at the
reception desk inside at that moment.

"Please verify your identification." The familiar computerised female voice
stated. James sighed.

"There's no escaping this." He stepped up to the machine and followed the
standard procedure, letting out an "Unghh!" as the needles pierced his
nipples, wobbling slightly on his feet. Brown grinned. There was something
satisfying about seeing the doctor in pain that fulfilled his lust for
revenge against Lewis' brother.

"I'm alright..." James mumbled vaguely as Brown moved to catch him from
falling, once again taking guilty pleasure of feeling up the doctor's
smooth skin, especially on his chest and stomach. He pulled the doctor into
the room.

"Ah, let's get cracking, then." James said. He motioned to an examining
table, and the two boys perched on it. A rusty haired boy appeared behind
them. Like James, he had the cross implanted upon his chest.

"This is Doctor Cunningham. He'll give you your augmentations." The boy
nodded, and stepped toward Brown.

"Turn around and raise your arms, please." Brown did as he was told. He
felt alcohol being swabbed over his kidneys along with his spine and braced
himself for the pain. He gasped as the wire was threaded through his kidney
area to his spine, but the feeling was more strange than painful. Jurgen
stared with trepidation.

Finally, Cunningham stepped back and admired his handiwork. There was a
black wire running neatly from Brown's waist to his spine, passing through
the area of fat that surrounded the left kidney.

"Now you'll just need to get the regulator and the infantry support
system. Hang on..." James said. Cunningham nodded, and moved on to
Jurgen. As the wire was threaded through Jurgen's kidney area the Dutch boy
let out a great gasp and gripped Brown's arm tightly.

"Ohh... that feels so weird..." He whispered into Brown's ear. He shuddered
as the wire was finally embedded into his spine, and let out a little moan.

"Okay, we're good." Cunningham stated with satisfaction. He disappeared
into the other room and returned with two standard issue regulators, which
he connected to both boys. He booted the software and set the temperature
to twenty-five degrees Celsius, the standard temperature. Brown felt a cool
sensation spread from the centre of his chest to the rest of his body. He
revelled in the sensation for awhile, and then James was gently prodding
him in the ribs.

"Come on." He pulled Brown to his feet and took Jurgen's hand. Cunningham
nodded at James and they all left the room.

"Time for lunch." James said.

An hour later, they headed back up the elevator into the quarters, Brown
nursing his bulging stomach. As they entered the room, Lewis exclaimed

"Ah, there you are. I've got two more people for the implant." He pointed
to Lee and Fuchs, who looked positively faint. James sighed.

"Ah, the work never ends. I'll see you in half an hour, Mike, Jurgen." He
beckoned, and both the Asian and European boys inched toward him, Fuchs
attempting to hide behind Lee. Brown stared at Jacobus.

"Oh well. Guess we'd better chill out while we have the time." He made his
way to the bedroom to check on the Silvers and found them dozing, a clutter
of arms and legs.

"Might as well join them." He thought, and climbed atop the bed. To his
surprise, as he pulled the sheets back, he found Roberts in a state of
semi-consciousness, lying facedown at the far end of the bed. He was taken
aback by the shapely form of the half-oriental boy, and wondered what it
would be like to feel the body that was lying prone in front of
him. Roberts let out a little snore, and shifted slightly. Brown prodded
Roberts very softly, and waited for his reaction. Nothing.

"Ah, screw it; I'll just go for it." He thought.

He very gently ran his hand over the dark haired boy's back, and rested his
palm on the exposed ribs. To his surprise, the skin was smooth as silk, and
extremely soft.

"Mmmhh..." Roberts sighed as Brown continued to pet him, startling the
brown haired boy. He withdrew his hand sharply, and pretended as if nothing
had happened. Roberts turned over, and Brown's stomach lurched as he saw
the well-formed abdomen and chest of the Tibetan youth.

"I... err..." he stammered, trying to find words to explain his
position. Roberts simply stared at him, and closed his eyes again, while
lifting his hands above his head and lying on them.

"Well come on!" he exclaimed, a couple of seconds later. "Don't just look,
do something!" Brown jumped, and resumed petting the youth. Roberts had
quite large round pink nipples, although not as fantastic as Jaeger's. His
navel was an almost invisible slit that was about half an inch in
length. As Brown's fingers went over his nipples, the boy went stiff, and
let out a little moan of "Oh god...", while closing his eyes and pushing
his head back against the sheets.

Brown ran his hands over the whole of Roberts' torso, trying to feel as
much as he could before time ran out. Roberts appeared to have dozed off,
before he finally called it a day, and lay his head down onto Roberts'
heaving stomach. He lay there for the next ten minutes, listening to the
boy's anatomy.

"Mike! I've got some more people for you to practise on!" It was James, and
he had returned with a groaning Fuchs and Lee, who promptly collapsed upon
the bed across the room. Roberts was plainly asleep; his arms were askew
and he was breathing in and out with a sigh of deep contentment. Brown
sighed, and made his way across to the other bed.

"Aww, Mike... it hurts..." moaned a delirious
Fuchs. "Please... please... make it stop."

"Well, Mike. You know what to do. Jurgen, you too." Lewis said, already on
his way out of the room, presumably to get a snack from the kitchen. Brown
glanced at Jacobus, and both of them very carefully massaged and worked the
fluid inside the two lying boys around their body, amidst loud and heavy
groans, of course. Finally, it was done. Fuchs had fallen asleep, but Lee
was still awake, although wavering.

"Hey, Josh."

"Yeah?"

"Your nipples aren't inverted anymore, man."

"What?" The oriental boy lifted himself up by his elbows. "Oh yeah." The
gel must have made them expand outwards, and now Lee had a normal torso.

"Can you feel this?" he ran his fingers over Lee's brown nipples. The
Chinese boy moaned loudly and arched his back upwards.

"Uaarrghh... yess."

"Good." He prodded Fuchs' breasts, and the German boy awoke with a gasp of
pain.

"Here. Josh will lie on you till dinner. Both of you should feel better
then." He hefted Lee up under his arms, and placed him over Fuchs,
eliciting loud moans from both of them.  Brown and Jurgen exited the room,
into a heated debate between the Lewis brothers.

"No, I most certainly do not agree with you joining our team!" Lewis said
crisply to James. He looked upset.

"And why not?" an equally incensed James shot back.

"Because... because we're full! I don't want anyone else coming in here and
messing up all my good work. Not especially you!"

"But Dennie... I want to be with you. You're always out on missions and
whatever, and I never ever get to see you."

"I come back, don't I?"

"Not often enough. I miss you, Dennie. I want to see you more often. You're
the only one I've got. I don't want to be the last to hear of anything that
happens to you out there because I'm stuck here doing boring old medicine."

"You're not joining us. That's final. I cannot risk your life, and if you
get killed out there, I would have contributed to your death."

"Fine!" James exclaimed. "If you won't accept me, maybe the army infantry
will." Lewis' eyes widened at those words.

"You... you would... do that?" he stammered.

"Yes." James said firmly. Lewis began pacing the floor, evidently in a
significant amount of stress. The rest of the team looked on. As much as he
wanted to see the conclusion of the argument, Brown felt that it would be
best for him to retreat back into the bedroom. He hated seeing anybody in
distress, and was not about to take comfort in seeing two of his friends
fighting.

"What time is it?" a drowsy Roberts groaned, as Brown laid his head on his
stomach.

"I'd say about five o'clock." He replied. "Cayden and James are arguing
outside."

"Oh, not again." The Tibetan youth sighed. "Cayden's always on about how
and why James should stay here and not follow, and James always wants to
come along. God, when will it end?"

At that point, the door slid open to reveal a livid James, who had removed
his glasses. Traces of tears were visible around his eyes as he checked on
Fuchs and Lee, roughly pushing the Chinese boy off Fuchs. Lee groaned in
protest as his chest and stomach were prodded. Finally, James finished
examining both of them, and strode over to Martin and Matthew.

"Ugh!" he exclaimed in exasperation, as he finally lay down beside
them. "Cayden always thinks I'm a pain in the arse, no matter what I
do. Why won't he let me be around him?"

"Did you mean what you said about joining the infantry ranks?"

"No. Have you seen the conditions in which they operate? Appalling." Brown
grinned. "I just want him to know that I love him and want to be with
him. Sometimes it's so hard to communicate with him."

"Don't worry, man. I'm sure he doesn't want you to be put at risk." Brown
reached over and stroked the doctor's smooth stomach. James sighed.

"Yeah, I guess. Why can't he accept the fact that I'm not what I was when I
joined? I can take care of myself by now. I know how to fire a rifle. I
know squad tactics. Pored over them over and over again. There's a high
rate of fatalities in the infantry. They're the first to come, first to
go. I can only take so many bullets before it hurts too much. Then I
faint. And god knows what they'll do to me." He explained. "Ooh, that feels
good."

Brown was gently stroking his chest, taking in the soft downy feeling of
the doctor's skin. It was not as firm as his battle hardened brother's, and
was silky smooth. James sighed softly.

"Maybe I'll just remain here. This may just be the place for me." He
rambled. "Maybe Dennie is right."

"Don't worry about it." Brown reassured him. "We'll be here most of the
time anyway. I think..." he was interrupted by the door sliding open
showing a downcast Lewis.

"Okay, you win." He sat down at the edge of the bed. "I'll let you join the
team. That'll mean that I need to suck it up with Richmond again. That's
fine. I cannot let you doom yourself to certain death by joining the
infantry ranks."

"Dennie, I was only joking about the infantry thing. I don't want to die."

"Still... there is some times where you scare me a little."

"Oh, get over it." James shuffled over, facing his back to Lewis. The staff
sergeant sat there and stared at his brother's smooth back. His face wore a
pained expression. At length, he leaned over and started stroking James'
bare arm.

"Do you remember when we used to go exploring near the Thames? You wanted
to swim in the river but I stopped you. Just in time, I suppose. You would
have been poisoned by the water. All of it was fun. I never regretted doing
those things with you." James shifted, and turned to face Lewis. "When mom
and dad died, I didn't know what to do. I tried to run away from the truth,
but I realised that that wasn't the way. When the Coalition picked me up, I
begged them to take you as well. I couldn't leave you at that
orphanage. Please, James, you need to understand. I don't have a life. You
are my life. It ends the second yours ends. I can't let that happen. I love
you too much, I wonder if that's a crime."

An unintentional tear rolled down James' cheek, making a plop as it hit the
sheets. He lay, breathing gently, as he relived the moments Lewis spoke
of. Roberts had fallen asleep again, snoring softly as his stomach heaved
up and down. Lewis very slowly leant forward and placed his head on his
brother's chest, closing his eyes. James ran his fingers through the sandy
hair.

"Mmm... I remember this." He whispered. Brown watched. "I want to come
along, Den." James continued. "I'll be your medical support."

"We already have Mike and Jurgen for that."

"They'll be too busy fighting."

"I guess..." Brown could see that Cayden was about to be swayed.

"Come on, Dennie. I want to."

"Oh, alright." Lewis gave in finally. James' face lit up.

"Oh, Dennie. My dreams just came true."

"Glad they did. I need to make dinner now." The team leader got to his feet
and strode out of the room. James lay for a few minutes, until he decided
to take a nap as well. Brown, however, shuffled over to the sleeping twins,
and checked on both of them.

Matthew sucked in air as Brown pinched his almost invisible nipples gently,
making them erect. He groaned softly, and stirred. Martin was the same,
mouth agape with pain as his stomach was prodded. The door hissed
open. Brown started, and hastily looked around.

"Is everything alright? I didn't want to come in after I heard the
shouting." Jaeger crept in warily.

"Oh, we're fine here." Brown replied, eyes on Jaeger's chest.

"Ah, good." The Swedish boy dragged a chair across the room and sat on
it. "Mind if I get a massage please? My back aches like hell."

"Sure."

Brown had never massaged Jaeger before, although he had felt almost every
part of the boy's torso. He very cautiously stroked the smooth back
displayed in front of him. Silky smooth and slightly cool. Jaeger drew in a
breath, and Brown started his work.

Plenty of groans later, Brown finally rested his tired fingers and lay back
onto the sheets, spread-eagled. He felt Jaeger's fingernails tickle his
exposed stomach and shied away quickly, choking with laughter. The tickling
was slowly replaced by a stroking, and eventually Jaeger's head being
placed on his solar plexus.

"Dinner!" Lewis' voice startled Brown twenty minutes later. Roberts sat up
abruptly, and fell back onto the bed with a moan. James stirred, and slowly
raised himself up on his arms.

"God, already?!" he sighed, and exited the room. Jaeger was still snoring
atop him, so Brown reached down and kneaded the extremely large nipples
between his knuckles.

Jaeger awoke with an exclamation, and started moaning with pain.

"No, stop. Uhh! Please!" he tried to fend Brown's hands
away. "Uaarghh... Mike, please! Ahhh!" he moaned as Brown pinched them. He
gasped as Brown let them go, and sat up, rubbing the light pink
protrusions.

"Uhhh... uhhh... why are you so cruel to me?" he moaned, while nursing
himself. Brown grinned.

"Maybe it's coz you're so nice to me." He replied, scratching Roberts on
his stomach, causing the muscular abdomen to tense as the Tibetan boy woke
again.

"But... but... that doesn't make sense." The poor Swedish boy groaned, bent
over with pain. "God, that hurts. I'll get you back for that." He flashed a
mischievous grin at Brown. All was well.


"Oh!" Brown dropped to his knees, nursing his stomach. The bullet had
penetrated a few centimetres, but not enough to cause any damage. Jaeger
looked around, eyes wary for danger. There was gunfire all around them.

"You alright?" The Swedish boy asked.

"Yeah. I'll be." Jaeger nodded, and popped from cover, firing his
weapon. He ducked down again as a flurry of bullets whizzed by. "Holy
shit!"

"Alpha team, this is HQ. Backup headed your way. Approaching from the
north. Do not fire." Lewis' radio crackled nearby.

"Mike! I need your help!" Roberts called from the far side of their cover.

"Cover me!" He yelled to Jaeger. He sprinted to the Roberts amidst the
firing, and hit the dirt, wincing as his ribs scraped on the ground.

"Yeah?"

"We're gonna flank those bastards on the right side!" Roberts yelled at
him. "I need you to follow me. Watch our six. You ready?" Brown was about
to say "no", but Roberts shouted again "Go! Go! Go!" and ran toward a
narrow opening in the ruins. Brown sprinted after him, and got hit twice in
the chest by .50 Browning bullets. The pain was excruciation, but he
screamed it off, and dived into the building.

"Oh, God, it hurts!!" he yelled, sinking to his knees. Roberts pressed his
hands onto the bullet holes, and it seemed to help.

"Alright, let's go. Don't be hasty." He aimed down the sight of his G36 and
advanced forward slowly. Brown, tearing with pain, hoisted his own XM8 and
guarded their six. Muffled explosions along with pieces of plaster falling
amongst them were the only things Brown heard.

"Tango! Three o clock!" Roberts shouted, taking cover behind a
pillar. Brown did the same. He eyed the area, and spotted two helmeted
heads, and pointed. Roberts noted that, and acknowledged. Brown aimed down
the sight of his weapon and switched the laser sight on. Suddenly, an enemy
soldier, a boy wearing a unbuttoned green army vest showing part of his
bare torso popped up. Brown fired two rounds and each hit the boy in his
exposed stomach; one directly below his navel and one two inches to the
left. The soldier's AK47 rifle dropped to the ground as he clutched his
abdomen.

The boy tried to scream, but his voice came out a croak. He walked forward
two steps, nursing his profusely bleeding stomach, and dropped to his knees
with a groan, breathing in and out. His face was twisted in extreme pain.

"Left!" yelled Roberts, and fired a burst from his submachine gun. Six
rounds penetrated the body of the next soldier, a blonde haired,
un-armoured youth.

"Uhh... uhhh... uhhh..." the boy moaned, as he collapsed to his knees. He
knelt there, faltering for a few seconds, before falling backwards into a
pillar, grunting as his back made contact with it. And there he lay,
breathing weakly. His eyes were half-closed, staring at them as his life
bled out of him. Brown stared with pity at the dying soldiers.

"Mike! What're you doing? We have to move. Now!" Roberts' voice barked in
his ear. Reluctantly, he advanced forward, leaving the helmeted soldier as
he keeled over in pain, clutching his abdomen. Their moans faded as the duo
advanced.

At length, Roberts stopped at an opening in the wall and whispered to
Brown: "There. You hear that?" The sound of the machinegun was
deafening. "We'll give them a chance to surrender, and then if they
don't... well... you know what to do." Brown nodded. They leapt out of the
opening and aimed their rifles at the machinegun emplacement.

"Drop your weapons! Do it now!" The brown haired soldier mounting the
machinegun looked around in surprise. There were two Coalition soldiers,
fully equipped, with blue eyepiece, radio, and regulator. They were only
two against four of the troops manning the machinegun. They could take them
on...

"Weapon!" Three shots rang out, and the brown haired soldier felt an
excruciating pain in his breasts. He dropped the pistol he was about to
draw, and looked straight at Brown. Strangely enough, blood didn't gush out
of his chest. The rest of the enemy soldiers dropped their weapons.

Brown stepped up to the soldier whom Roberts had just shot. The boy looked
up at him with big eyes and a face wracked with pain. The soldier gasped
once, and started breathing heavily, chest and stomach expanding. He was
still standing, albeit slumped with pain. Brown knew that the bullets
Roberts had fired had clogged up the entry wounds, but would soon
dissolve. And once they did...

The soldier felt a pain building up behind both his breasts, and groaned
loudly. Oh god, it hurt. Oh... ohh... OH GOD!

"Uaaaaaaah!!!" the boy screamed, as blood burst out of the bullet holes in
his breasts, staining his military trousers and everything around. He
arched his back as more blood began to ooze out. There was a Coalition
soldier, with brown hair just like his, only that it had blonde streaks
running through it. This soldier was holding out his arms. Well... why not?
He was going to die anyway.

The soldier took Brown's hands, and collapsed onto him with a groan. Brown
lowered him to his knees, and held him to his own chest. The boy was
moaning and moaning in pain as his blood spurted out of his wounds,
draining his life away. Why did he ever join the army in the first place?
Oh wait... he hadn't a choice. Everything could have been different... if
only his parents hadn't died. If only... if only... he had another chance.

"Mike! What are you doing?" Roberts yelled at Brown again. He looked up at
Roberts, cradling the boy in his arms. Already, his body had stopped the
enemy soldier's chest from bleeding.

"I can't let him die, Mark."

"He is an enemy of the Coalition."

"He's only a boy, for god's sake! Do you think he had any choice here?!"
Roberts threw up his hands in exasperation. The rest of the team took
position around them.

"Good one, Mike!" Jaeger's voice sounded in his ear. "Yeah!" Fuchs
cheered. Brown was not concerned. All his attention was on the dying
thirteen year old in his arms. He reached into his backpack and drew out a
syringe. He filled it with hydrostatic fluid from the portable container,
and prepared to inject it into the boy.

"I hope you know what you're doing here." Lewis said. Brown nodded. "He'll
have to join us now. We can't leave him here."

"I understand that."

"Then he's your responsibility."

Brown injected the fluid into the boy's pink nipples, and the soldier
screamed in pain again. He subsided after awhile, and stared at Brown.

"You speak English?" Brown asked. Silence. Then a tentative:

"A little."

"Okay. You are going to live. But you need to follow us. Do you understand
that?"

"Yes. Thank." At that point, Fuchs hurried over.

"I recognize that accent. Woher komst du?"

"Deutschland."

"Ah, ich auch. Ich heisse Fritz, und das ist meine freunde, Mike. Kein
problem, du hast helfe." Fuchs spoke haltingly. He grinned at Brown.

"At least I remember a little of my mother-tongue."

"Yeah."

"Eh, Fritz. Remind me what we're doing here again?"

"Search and rescue. One of our choppers went down here in Belgrade. Crew
possibly alive."

"What were they doing here?"

"Evacuating the area. They just gathered up some new recruits, but got
attacked on the way."

"God, I hope they're alright."

"Well, we're about to find out."

"What do we do with these prisoners?" He motioned at the other three
terrified soldiers who were huddled together in the dirt.

"I've got a good idea." Said Roberts, releasing the safety on his
weapon. The soldiers widened their eyes in shock, and huddled even closer
together.

"Knock it off, Mark." Lewis said. "Lead them back to the chopper, since
you're so eager to be rid of them. Backtrack the way you came, and watch
out for enemy units."

"Yeah, alright." Roberts nudged the boys to their feet with the muzzle of
his rifle. "Come on, let's go."

"And keep that safety on!" Lewis barked. Roberts said nothing, but slung
the rifle over his bare back as he jabbed the last soldier forward.

Brown stared down at his own chest. It was coated with the boy's blood, and
the bullet holes from the machinegun were still there. He tentatively
squeezed the flesh around the bullet hole, and groaned with relief as the
bullet eased its way out with a "Squelch". He did the other hole as well
and finally sat down on the cracked gravel.

At length, Lewis patted him on the shoulder. "You might want to take your
boy back to the helicopter. James is on site; he'll tend to him." Brown
nodded. He went over to the brown haired soldier.

"Can you walk?" The boy stared at him, unable to comprehend. Fuchs came to
the rescue again and whispered words into the boy's ear. The soldier
nodded, and tried to rise. He sank back down onto the ground with a wince
and a groan of pain, as a quart of blood spurted from his chest.

"Come on, I'll help you." Jurgen came over and took the boy by his
legs. Brown lifted the boy up by his shoulders and they trudged toward the
drop site. There was nothing but the sound of burning buildings and the
smell of blood as they headed back the 100 metres. There was already a base
camp set up, with camouflaged bullet-proof tents erected. Brown could see
the outline of James inside one of the tents.

"Eh, what's this?" James asked, as they lowered the soldier onto a
stretcher. "He's not one of ours. With those wounds, he's supposed to be
dead already. Unless..." he stared at Brown accusingly. He raised his
hands.

"Alright, alright. I injected him."

"Oh come on, Mike. That fluid's meant for our own."

"I couldn't let him die in cold blood like that."

"Oh fine. He'll be your responsibility from now on."

"Yeah, yeah. I know that one." Weeks of combat simulation had not prepared
him to accept the fact that killing was a thing of war. A
necessity. Already, images of the two dying soldiers flashed through his
mind.

"Alright, I gotta get back." He told James.

"OK, mate. Take care. I'll see you for dinner." For some reason, he found
that comment hilarious, and started chuckling as he turned around.

A hand caught his wrist, and he turned around. The injured boy looked up at
him. He pulled Brown's hand toward him, and placed it on his chest,
covering the bullet holes.

"Franz." He pointed at himself. "Vielen Danke." Thank you very much.

"I'll take care of him." James reassured Brown. "Go on."

Brown returned to his team, Jurgen in tow.

"Good to see we're all back." Lewis said, as they approached. "Let's move."
They advanced more than two kilometres, keeping a wary eye on the
surroundings until:

"Sergeant Lewis!" a pubescent voice called to their East. Out of reflex
more than anything, the whole squad aimed their weapons at a nearby
building.

"Identify yourselves!" Lewis shouted.

"Bear company, sir! We've been sent to help you."

"Acknowledged. Come on over." Half a dozen boys soldier boys clad in army
vests and helmets holding M4 rifles exited the building and headed toward
them. The only soldier without a helmet and a vest jogged toward them. He
had two blue stripes implanted onto his chest, so Brown knew he was a
lieutenant. The boy pushed his blonde hair out of the way and saluted to
Lewis.

"Lieutenant Jones at your service, sir."

"You're of a higher rank than me. Let's stop with the sirs now, shall we,
lieutenant?"

"Sergeant."

"Better. What happened to your radio?"

"It's broke, sergeant." The Coalition was running too low on supplies and
resources in order to allow every single soldier on the battlefield to have
a radio.

"But how? You've only just arrived."

"Lenny here mishandled it as we `chuted down." A helmeted head bowed
slightly in embarrassment.

"No worries then."  Lewis eased the tension. "Let's move out."

They headed through a part of the city which was surprisingly intact. It
was a church, and its courtyard was still smooth and polished
marble. Jaeger sighed as they stepped onto the marble.

"It's been too long since I've seen such a sight." He said. "I need to take
a picture of this." He worked a dial on his eyepiece, and Brown could hear
faint clicking noises as Jaeger captured the beautiful images and saved
them onto his hard drive. The Bear company detachment looked on in
amusement.

"Keep your eyes peeled, squad." Brown heard Jones whisper. Everything was
quiet. Too quiet. They were very vulnerable in open ground. Brown was just
about to mention that to Lewis when a faint whistling sound caught his
ear. It was the sound of a projectile being propelled at high speed toward
a target. There was a "Thak!" sound, as the sniper's bullet caught one of
the Bear Company's squad members in the abdomen, followed by an anguished
scream from the soldier, as he clutched his stomach and stumbled backward.

"Sniper!" Blake yelled.

"Get him into cover. Now!" Lewis barked. Brown put his arm around and
dragged the bleeding soldier toward the church, and they holed up inside.

"I... ugh... aghh..." the soldier choked, spitting out blood. An upside
down V on his arm told Brown he was a private. He lowered the boy to his
knees and leant him against a pew.

"Don't try to talk." Brown said to him. He tried to pry the boy's hands
away from his stomach, but the soldier held onto his guts with a groan of
protest. "I need to see." Brown insisted. He managed to lever the soldier's
dirty hands off his torso, and had a look at the severity of the wound. The
bullet was buried in his small intestine, and was causing massive
bleeding. Brown had to do something fast. He removed the boy's vest,
revealing his soft body.

Someone removed the boy's helmet, and Brown had a glimpse of dirty blonde
hair as the boy gasped in pain. He removed his backpack and drew out his
medical kit. He fished inside for his instruments, and took out a large wad
of gauze.

"Here, hold this on the wound." He instructed Fuchs, who promptly did
so. He took his eyepiece off, and tossed it to Lewis, who caught it neatly
in his right palm.

"Lie down." The boy was only too glad to oblige, resting his head on his
team mate's lap.

"Am I... am I... gonna... die?" the boy rasped.

"Shhh..." Brown silenced him, as he applied Edirol painkillers to the
wound. Now where were his surgical tongs? There! He fished them out, and
extracted the bullet neatly.

"Muzzle flash!" Lee shouted. "Somebody take him out!" Fuchs hurried over
with his sniper rifle. A few seconds passed, and then the deafening roar of
his M95 reverberated around the abandoned church as he fired out the
window.

"He's gone. Bloody curly haired bastard. Took him right in the head." Fuchs
snarled. Brown looked over in surprise. He had never seen Fuchs lose it
before. The German boy hurried over and began stroking the wounded
soldier's chest.

"No worries. You're gonna be fine." The soldier seemed to calm down, and
started breathing slowly.

Brown nodded. Now to stop the bleeding. He pulled out the aerosol can
containing the quick-dry bandage, and sprayed it into the wound.

"This is gonna hurt, whether you got painkillers or not." He informed the
boy. The soldier nodded, and a few seconds later screamed loudly in pain,
gripping Fuchs' arm in a vicelike manner.

"Okay, he's fine. Danger's over." He announced. "Cayden, we need an
airlift." Lewis nodded, and dialled a number on his personal radio.

"HQ, this is Sergeant Lewis of Black Operations Detachment Two. We have a
wounded marine, and he needs a medevac. Our coordinates are..." he rattled
off a number of digits, and cut the transmission.

Brown felt pity for the army infantry. They were only young teenagers, and
yet they had to go out into the battlefield, with no armour whatsoever. The
coalition felt that they were expendable. He patted the boy on his stomach,
causing a groan of pain followed by a "Don't!"

"Alright, John. We're gonna push on without you, OK? See you at base camp."
Lieutenant Jones said, retrieving the soldier's ammunition. "I'll leave you
one magazine. Just in case."

"Let's move." Lewis ordered. They marched on. After approximately five
hundred metres ahead, Lewis held up his fist to signify a halt. They took
cover behind ruins.

"Okay." Lewis whispered. "You see that?" He pointed, and Brown immediately
saw the wreckage of a Chinook helicopter. "We're going to flank that
position. Watch out for enemy troops. They'll be only too happy to mow us
down once they see is nosing about around that chopper. Lieutenant, take
the right side, please."

"Aye-aye, Sergeant." Bear Company filed out. Brown's squad advanced slowly
from the left, warily looking up at destroyed structures to ascertain
snipers' positions and anticipate any ambushes. The sound of a machinegun
firing jolted them to full alert.

"We're pinned down! Need backup!" Jones' voice crackled through their
radios.

"Let's go, let's go!" Lewis yelled, and they rushed toward the
helicopter. There was a .50 calibre machinegun emplacement, firing
relentlessly at Bear's position.

"Take him out!" Lewis ordered. Roberts drew his pistol, and fired two
bullets into the back of the gunner, and another three into the kidneys of
the feeder, who was scrabbling about for his rifle. The gunner arched his
back, screaming in pain, while trying to reach for his wounds and the
feeder cupped his hands to his right kidney, gasping for breath as he leant
against the sandbags. Their blood pooled on the ground as Bear Company
headed up, rifles at the ready.

"One more!" Blake yelled, as a black haired soldier charged Roberts. The
Tibetan boy turned around swiftly and drew his combat knife. He pinned the
shirtless boy against the wall of the helicopter and stabbed three times
into the exposed stomach. The soldier dropped his knife and arched his back
forwards as the soft white skin of his stomach was punctured.

"Ungh! Ugh! Ahh..." the boy moaned, as he collapsed; limp, over Roberts'
shoulder. Roberts stepped back, and the boy fell with a thud, face-first,
on the ground, still moaning.

"What did you do with the people aboard this helicopter?" Lewis asked the
bleeding gunner. The boy did nothing but moan in pain, as he tried vainly
to reach his wounds.

"For god's sake, someone give him some painkiller." Brown went over and
pressed his hand to the bullet holes, staunching the bleeding. Lewis tried
again.

"They... uhh... they're in... there." He pointed to a nearby
building. Lewis motioned with his hand, and Jaeger strode into the
building, rifle across his back.

The feeder gave one last gasp, and fell unconscious. However, the boy who
was stabbed was squirming on the ground, letting out the most
blood-curdling moans of pain.

"Oh shut it." Roberts cocked the hammer of his Beretta and aimed directly
at the boy's head.

"Don't be silly, Mark." Lewis said. "Mike! Take care of him."

Brown knelt down beside the soldier, and gently turned him over. Three
slits in the boy's stomach oozed blood. Roberts had not stabbed very
deeply, but the bleeding needed to be staunched. He squeezed out some fluid
from his navel, and applied it onto the wounds. The black haired boy hissed
in pain, and then his face took on a serene expression, as he stared up at
Brown.

A few moments later, Jaeger rushed out of the building.

"They're in there!"

"Acknowledged." Lewis replied. "Bear Company, could you provide
assistance?"

"That's what we're here for, Sergeant." Jones replied. Everybody with the
exception of Brown and Jaeger hurried inside the building.

"Thank god." Brown said, applying gauze to the kidneys of the
gunner. Jaeger didn't reply, but stood there, swaying slightly.

"What's up?"

"There was someone in there. He managed to get a shot in before I disabled
him." Jaeger forced out, face wrung with extreme pain. Brown knew this was
no ordinary shot, as Jaeger usually just shrugged off the pain.

"Where?" Beginning to shake, Jaeger pointed to his chest. There were no
bullet holes anywhere. "Where?" Brown asked again. With one last effort,
Jaeger pointed to his large nipples, and then dropped to his knees,
groaning with pain.

"No way." Brown exclaimed in disbelief. There were tiny bullet holes in the
nubs of Jaeger's nipples, and his areolas were beginning to get darker in
colour.

"Oh god, what's happening?" Jaeger cried out. "Mike, it hurts. Oh god, it
hurts." Brown knew that Jaeger had been pierced by the Goliath N913
bullets. The Liberation army watched and learned from the frontline. They
knew that Coalition soldiers had these hydrostatic implants, and the points
of entry were their nipples and navel. Each of their squads had then been
equipped with this ammunition, designed to track and pierce the areas of
most hydrostatic concentration. Once embedded, they sucked out all the
fluid in the entity's body, and spread it out, causing extreme pain and
even death.

Jaeger screwed up his eyes as the pressure built up behind his
nipples. Brown seized the protrusions and began massaging them
earnestly. Jaeger moaned and moaned in pain as his life was sucked away. He
gripped Brown's kidneys as the pain built up. His nipples were now dark
red, Brown noticed with a jolt of fear. What could he do? An idea sprang to
his head. He reached into his medical kit and fished out the hydrostatic
syringe.

"Bear with me." He told Jaeger, and injected his left nipple. Jaeger arched
his back and screamed as loud as he could. After a bit of pressure was
applied, the bullet popped out of the nubbin and entered the syringe. Brown
did the other nipple as well, and Jaeger became delirious with pain.

"Oh Mike...  ungh... ungh... just kill me... Aargh! Just goddamn kill
me... pleeeease." He moaned. He felt the pressure reach its peak. He held
Brown's hands to his breasts as the pain built up to a
climax. "Ahh... ahh... aaahh... AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! UAAAAAAARGH!"

He arched his back and sprayed a mixture of blood and hydrostatic fluid out
of his nipples in droplet form. It was as if his chest had sneezed. His
nipples slowly turned pink again. Brown watched with horror, as Jaeger
crumpled forward, limp, onto him with one last moan. He very slowly eased
Jaeger to a sitting position, and tentatively touched his nipples.

"Ah!" Jaeger cried out with pain. Brown was elated. His best friend was
still alive! He threw his hands around Jaeger and sobbed into his chest.

"Don't ever go anywhere without backup again." He sniffed. "I can't lose
you." Jaeger managed to let out a nod, before he fell unconscious. Brown
listened to the faint heartbeat, and injected hydrostatic fluid into
Jaeger's navel to sustain him. He heard the squad approaching behind him.

"Jesus Christ, what happened?" Matthew Silver exclaimed.

"He nearly died, that's what's happened." Brown replied, slightly annoyed
at Matthew's naivety.

"HQ, I need another medevac. We're two clicks North of the last
coordinates. Please respond." Lewis spoke into his radio, a few minutes
later. "Affirmative."

"Mike!" Brown turned his head in alarm. "More patients for you." Martin and
Fuchs lowered a wounded pilot onto the ground beside him. He had been shot
two inches below the solar plexus and had a knife wound beside his
navel. Brown removed the pilot's shoulder pads and brushed away the dirt
from the boy's face. His dark brown hair flapped in the wind.

"They came for us." He whispered, breathing slowly with pain. He let out a
deep breath as blood trickled out of the bullet wound. "We were caught,
just like that. Never had a chance to fight." He whimpered with pain as
Brown applied antiseptic to his knife wound. His grey eyes gazed deeply
into Brown's. This boy was barely thirteen, and already he had witnessed
the horrors of war.

"Shh... everything will be alright. You're gonna live." Brown assured him,
as he swiftly stitched up the knife wound. He gave the boy a minor
suppressant, and patted him on the chest. The whupping sound of a
helicopter slowly became louder.