Steven entered the small room, the glow of the lamp reflected against his dark hair. He removed his shirt in front of the mirror and say the long scars, deep ones. He sighed and sat on his bed. "Another day here, people out to get me, after I did nothing to them" he said while suddenly smirking. "but there are those I did do something to". He opened up the necklace he was wearing and looked at a picture in it. It showed a young girl, with dark brown hair, blue eyes, a tan, and little freckle on her nose. Steven carefully scanned the picture with his hazel eyes. "I will get you back honey" he said in a serious tone. "I promise". He then laid down and closed his eyes.

"Your boyfriend could not have made it after falling off that cliff, my men did there job, even though eleven of them fell." spoke a tall young man with his hair dyed white, under his lips was a knife wound. "The daughter of a prime minister is worth a lot, and my men are the best hired guns out here, and he killed eleven of them. all rookies of course, they could have been great."

The girl from the picture looked up at the man. "You lost some men to Steven, wait until the army deals with you. They will not hold back."

The man slapped her across her face. "Do not make me angry, Sarah, I killed your sister already, and your dad." he said with a smile. Sarah fell silent as the man sat next to her. You have no idea what my men can do, your boyfriend just got lucky. But not lucky enough, and to make sure people know we mean business, we are going to take your capital city. Do not bother saying anything, it is too late.

Steven heard a knock on the door and opened it, already ticked off. He looked at a group of five masked men with knives and pistols. "Your time is up, the strong will reign, as our leader marries Sarah Moore, two ceremonies, this will be a wonderful occasion, too bad you will not see it." said one of the men.

"Well, this will be easy." spoke Steven as he smirked. Two men drew their guns as Steven drew his knife, thrusting it forward into a man's lungs, as he stabbed the man, he kicked the other one that reached for his gun, in the ribs then threw his knife at another man. It hit him between the eyes and the man fell. Steven then grabbed the gun from the man he kicked, dove, rolled, and fired as the group fell. A small unit of about twenty men heard the shots and ran towards Steven, who fired until the gun was empty, and seven more fell. Then Steven charged and used tricks, flipping, rolling, cartwheeling towards them . Then he punched a man in the stomach, creating a hole, then ripped out the man's spine, shoving it through another man's chest. Then he stabbed a man with his finger, in the skull, creating a hole in his brain. "Stay away, leave the people here  alone."

One of the men spoke. "We will not leave until the job is done."

"You might not have reached your goal, but your work is done." said Steven. The men attempted to surround him, but he threw two knives hidden in his sleeves, both of them hitting a man in the head. Then he pulled out a pistol from under his belt. He fired until they were no longer standing. "Looks like a war now" he sighed.

Steven looked around and sat. "I hate killing." he muttered to himself, then he lowered his head and prayed. "Please Lord, forgive me for taking the lives of these young men, I pray that You let them in. That you forgive them, for they were mislead, as all people have been in their lives. I ask that You show them mercy. I also thank You for the victory today, and pray that You will give me many more, as I fight on, for what I believe in, for what I know is right. For mankind, and for You. Only in Jesus's name do I pray and will I ever pray, Amen."

As Steven stood he heard a young girl screaming for help, and rushed to the scene, grabbing his knife and a pistol as he ran. He heard the screaming get louder and looked through the trees, and saw two men talking, they had on camo and two gold star pieces on their chests, with a pistol, a rifle slung on their shoulder, an army knife, and two grenades each. "Officers." he spoke to himself.
Then he saw a family, with a five year old girl holding her sister, the older sister was definitely a teenager, as her black hair flowed in the wind tears were visible in her blue eyes, while the parents had bags over their heads, and there was a squad surrounding them, loading their weapons. Steven knew it was time, he wanted to get their attention, so he fired a shot. The bullet struck one of the officers in the left eye and he fell. "That'll work." he sighed. Then he ran out and fired at the squad which panicked as eight of them fell, leaving only four, then the officer. "Looks like the firing squad was fired on this time." spoke Steven with a frown.

"Fool!" shouted the officer. "I am Major James Marchfield of the dark death enforcers! You were dead as soon as you fired your first shot!"

"I am Steven Ward!" spoke Steven. "I went to a small country and General, four stars, of an elite unit called the Night Eagles. I only took four stars because God is the one with five for us, never lost a soldier."

The Major turned pale. "N-night E-e-eagles?" he stuttered. "You must be bluffing! You are an imposter! You were just lucky!"

Steven reached into the back of his shirt and pulled out a brown wallet. "You want proof?" he asked as the men aimed their guns at him. "Ok." He slowly walked towards them and he reached into the wallet then fell intentionally, for while digging in his wallet, he slid something in between the spaces of his fingers. As he fell, he threw the objects, then tossed his  knife. The whole squad was gone now, lying there.

"Maybe you are a Night Eagle." spoke the Major. "But now you are unarmed, and I have a gun. You put on a nice show, and if it makes you feel better, no men of this entire force have ever died before. You could have been someone important."

"Everyone is important." snarled Steven. "And do you think I came unprepared? Really?"

The Major froze from horror and then came back from his state of terror. The Major fired his rifle at Steven who dove and rolled, picking something from his wallet then throwing it. It struck the Major in the lungs. As he fell, he spoke. "A ninja star, huh?" he gasped for air. "That was clever." He gave into the wound as Steven walked away and the girls helped their parents. "This will be a long war for me." sighed Steven.

They family ran off into the woods and grabbed weapons of fallen soldiers, then disappeared.
"War sucks." sighed Steven. He repeated his prayer then grabbed a rifle and pistol, then all his weapons. "Then they call in the "big guns" to do their dirty work". He ran into the town to fight invaders and help others. He saw a group of farmers with shotguns fighting a battalion of invaders, but the farmers were pinned down, and taking heavy losses, so Steven threw two grenades, each one taking five men out. Then Steven used the tries as cover and used the rifle. He was a deadly sniper, he used head shots to take out the officers to bring chaos to the ranks. It did not work, a Sergeant took command. "This must be professionals, years of training and combat experience." realized Steven. He reloaded the rifle and noticed a team of eight men heading towards him. "Oh boy, what fun." He had used up all his rifle ammunition and made all thirty shots count as he drew his knife and climbed a tree. Soon the men arrived and one looked up after Steven looked in his wallet. Three of them fell instantly. Steven then jumped out of the tree and used his knees, landing on a man's back, breaking it, then thrust his knife into another man's chest. Then he slashed tow more town and as the last man aimed his rifle at Steven, Steven threw his knife between the man's eyes. "More ammo." said Steven as he got his weapons, then he went back to where he was and went back to sniping. The men soon all fell and Steven meet with the farmers.

"Well, you did a great job! You and your men!" smiled a farmer.

"Men?" asked Steven. "They are far away."

"Wait.........are you one of those black ops guys?" asked the farmer.

"Yes." answered Steven, no use in hiding it now."

The men gathered around Steven and then got the enemy weapon. There were twenty nine farmers left. They headed into the town and Steven went to the front. "Come on men! Do not let the town fall! We have a war to win!" Shouted Steven.

They charged and found a small company  of men, who they fired on. Almost immeadiately, the battle was over, and the farmers continued to follow behind Steven. "Fifteen to the left, fourteen of you with me to the right!" ordered Steven.

The farmers split in half and right away both groups met heavy fire. A machine gun unit was in the way. "Okay." spoke Steven. "Rejoin the others, attack, do not wait for me.

They nodded then charged the enemy, firing as they ran. The enemy did not expect the first wave, but they were prepared, but the second wave took them by surprise, as the farmers, who now had better weapons pushed the battalion back. Steven ran to help them, all he did was pull the pin out of a grenade, wait, then threw it. Nothing too fancy. He fired on the enemy, and once again, started with the officers. Then the others. The enemy gave it their best, but they were too stunned to put up much of a fight. Steven knew they were new to combat, and the farmers kept pushing forward until they fell. "Okay." said Steven. "Stay here to defend." They agreed and Steven headed out.