"Franklin. Gather your team and meet me in the conference room in ten," my commander tells me.

"Yes, sir!" I respond. I walk to our quarters and tell everyone to get in the conference room. We walk back and seat ourselves at a table, awaiting further instructions. Finally, our commander opens the door and slams a document on the table.

"Our target is George Tucker," he started. "This man has personally kidnapped over forty children, and none of them have ever turned up. According to spies and contacts, he is hiding out in an abandoned laboratory. Your mission is to infiltrate the base, save the hostages, and bring Tucker in. Whether it's in cuffs or a body bag. We clear?"

"Yes, sir!" we replied.

"Good. We ship out tomorrow at eighteen-hundred. Be ready. Dismissed."

We walk to our quarters and make sure our weapons are loaded, extra mags packed, grenades ready, etc.

Tomorrow is our first big assignment. I can only hope that we don't screw up. This is one is the biggest, most important mission I will have ever done. Fingers crossed.

Twenty-four hours later...

Choppers are waiting outside. Assault rifles loaded, mags and grenades packed, comms up and running. Ready to go.

Me and my team head outside. We board the chopper, and it's given the signal to take off.

"You got the jitters?" my friend, Hound, asks me.

"Nah, man. I just wanna see justice done," I respond. He gives me a look that says "Come on. Really?"

"Alright, fine, I'm a little nervous. Shut up." We both smile and look out the window of the chopper.  It takes off, and we're off to either kill or arrest. Kill sounds more fun.

Nearly two hours later, the chopper hovers above the laboratory. The floor opens, and ropes are thrown down. We each go down, one by one, storming the building. Hound kicks down the door and we go down the staircase. Electrical zapping is heard from downstairs. Our leader holds up a fist, showing we need to hold our position. He points two fingers forwards, signaling we need to advance with caution.

Screams, masculine screams, are followed. We continue down the steps until we entered an enormous room with electricity stretching to the ceiling and George Tucker is strapped to a chair, a leather strap in his mouth. His body begins to transform, escalating in size. His veins glow inside his body, a violet light illuminating his body. His hair grows white and his muscle makes all the straps snap in half.

"Fire at will!" our commander shouts.

We all fire repeatedly, but the bullets don't seem to penetrate. Tucker gets off the table and squints at us. Suddenly, his body forms to gas, disappearing from sight. He pops up next to me, backhanding me across the room. I hit the wall, falling to the floor.

"Retreat! Fall back!" our commander orders right before he's gripped by the head, which is crushed by Tucker's enormous fist. He punches one of our men through the wall, sending him flying out of the building. He reaches in the wall and pulls out a rusty pole. He swings it and hits two soldiers, then uses it to stab a third. I groan as I get up, but Tucker doesn't seem to notice.

I get up and run out of the room, fighting through the pain in my back and my side. I pull out my radio and try to tell the pilot he needs to fall back and focus all fire on the building. Before it could do anything, Tucker leaps through the roof and into the helicopter, causing it to malfunction and crash to ground. On its way down, both pilots fly through the windshield and out into the open, splattering upon impact. Tucker teleports out of the helicopter and appears under it. He catches the helicopter, teleports up into the air, and throws it away from the laboratory.

I run as fast as possible from the scene, hoping to God he didn't notice I left. I duck behind a bush, turning around and scanning for Tucker. After all seems quiet and clear, I keep to a crouching position as I manage to run away. And by God, I'll be back here to avenge my fallen comrades.