"I saw my death in my dreams"

Bishop were sitting on the backseat of a taxi, it were him with just the african taxi driver, "Sir? We're about to stop at your spot!" The driver said in quite booming voice but still a good manner, he were sighed and reajust himself before replied "Uu...yeah. Thanks for the reminder". He were in the 23rd streets on the New York, it was a calm ride. It was, until a car honked to their left as they about to pass the four way intersection, Will looked to where the source of the noise to see an Su-35S with shark mouth right about to ram the window he looking through.

Everything goes just black.

"Congressman Axel shrub announce responsibility for the wrongdoing he commited in the past Bosnian War, the incident is tied directly to the misplaced bombing location at..."

"...the event were also caused death to an unknown woman of the russian pilot that nearly took out White House with the..."

-OBC (New Orleans Broadcast Community) Report by Lanney Brown

"I announce my reassignment from the office after this one..and I will..."

-Opening short statement at the White House

"Following the leaks of the classified document to the public, President David Hamilton will attend the international meeting at Geneva this year to meet and talk with the Russian presid..."

-CNN News report by Bret Thompson

Bishop woken up, he were startled when he knows he were floating on the skies, he was in complete flight gears and parachute hung him sky high.

Above the shore of florida. Winged dart dots fly here and there ahead of him, some were clearly larger than many, some were in between sizes. The smaller dots on his right were growing size to be clear enough as an F-16C left with only AIM-9X-2 on its wingtips, it was exploded and tumbled in uncontrollable rolls as it passed him, passing from behind of it were a PAK-FA, armed with R-74 Archer and a striking big orangish P-270 Moskit, a loud bang were heard to his left, comes from a shredded F-22A, idle with no mean of control, its fuselage passed the tip of his boots by mere inches, the tail fins and tailwings were nowhere placed on it, he were engulfed in the still powerfull whirling of the jetwash while being bathed in thick black smokes, long enough like in eternity before it was dissipated.

To see the PAK-FA speeding right to him.

It was all Black followed by again.

Noiseless. Long noiseless and loneliness.

"Krista!" Markov shouted. Pictures made up again, it was blurry for a while before he saw he were laid on the totally wrecked street of some medieval style buildings that also look no better like the roads.

Multiple explosions occured nearby and around him, up on the dusky night sky were several B-2As and its escort fighters passed him along the street corridors. Footsteps were heard from where the boom goes on for a short moment. There were Markov running in haste followed by Illich, between him and Will were a body of a woman, her face were black stained by the flaming keg powders, the Shark man kneeled by her.

"KRISTA!" Markov yelled. Disbelieve, disarray, complete chaos filled him. He sweared in Russian that he would revenge her, with Illich hold his shoulder announcing support.

Will too couldn't help but felt pity, he getting understand about the man who comes to his dream to kill him, understand behind Illich's vision switching side, understand the nature behind the DC attack last year.

"Markov.."

...

"Ilich..." He whispered the men. Its like an eternity of them be still.

"...Krista" he mentioned her, Illich and his man looked to their very nemesis in different expression, Markov seems angered with what the american just said, Illich on the other hand seems pity for whatever the reason was, he looked somewhere else away from his used to be friend, sighed clearly. "Sorry, Colonel" His voice were whisper betraying his compassion and guilt, but like he tried hard to said it loud and clear before he pulled his Makarov sidearm from his chest holster and aimed it to the Ace whose startled and cannot react when the trigger is pulled, the world is blurry again before its totally blackened.

Then echoes were heard.

An unclear echoes of what it was.

"CRP is ready LT!", "Alright..."

Silhouettes of two men appeared in bright white, one has both hands on his chest, "3!..2!..1!.." It was then all black again.

...

"Hey!"

...

"Hey, LT, Wake Up!"


"Gah!" She gasped whisper, her eyes were looking to the shadowy white ceiling right in front of her face, what she stare now were illuminated from the light to her left, there were another bed with an african woman laid rest on it wore blue MARPAT uniform and bare feet she looked so concerned to her, "Your slumber ramble didn't help me rest, LT. Was dat a bad dream?" the blue camo woman using the typical brooklyn accent asked the japanese looking woman in OD (Olive Drab) Zip up flight uniform, "Uhm...uhh...im fine, Major. Weird dream i'm having a G Test back at the training facility, that's all" the pilot said, "I feel ya! first time experience, eh?" the african woman then chuckled, she wore the USMC Major insignia on her shoulder.

"By the way, girl, Lieutenant Bartlett just come to me to tell you..." she paused looking to her watch, "You'll sortied within three hours, said you'll home straight after this and its true, so have a better one, pretty lady!"

The japanese lady shuffled her body to the edge of her top double-deck bed and dropped down to the green floor, wore her boots and grabbed her reading glasses on her bed, "I'll see you back at the State, Lori!" she hugged the smiling african's arm in warm feeling and goes out through the rows of women owned double-deck bed to the hallway outside.

She walked through hallways after hallways with several hatches on both sides opened, there were cabin for men staffs, briefing cabins with one or two used for prayer, gymnastic, etc. As she walked steps after steps, passing cabins after cabins, there's always peoples around shouting here and there settle things up before they going home.

"Hey, Bonnie! Have you seen Lieutenant Clyde?", "No! Why?", "Shit! If you meet her, tell her its urgent, i need the list of the remaining aircraft weaponries that still ain't boxed in yet, right now!" replied what turns out a deck crew wearing the Navy blue UCP trousers paired with red top, "Where the hell would i find her? Is..." another red top man replied the previous person were cut by a short radio static from the nearby speaker.

"Attention all flight crews, this is urgent, we still have one more work to do, prepare for briefing at the DCC in five minutes, i repeat : five mikes!"

She were entered one of the cabin where there's rows of cubicles each with phone hung above the small table on the wall, inside were only five sailors having conversation with whoever they talked to back at the states, some were indulged in the moment, some were static conversation with intention of just letting their family knows that they were fine.

She take a seat to one of many empty booths and grabbed the phone, pressing the intended tuts, then wait for a second. As so, she could heard the faint rumbling of footsteps coming from the hallway but she dismissed it when she takes to her head the faint chatter of them.

"Okay, guys, we still have plenty of the LAGMs and the air missiles. Hey, Ed, are the ECM and T-Pods were ready? one of the crew of many colored tops asked, "They lookin' pretty, dawg!", "Okay, good, they need 'em! Clyde will fill us at the DCC, we gonna..." that was the last thing she heard a bit before someone picked her call.


"Colonel? Colonel!"

Will snapped a bit. He were sitting on the comfy chair in a well lit and air conditioned room with many more rows of the same chair set before the room clearing between the whiteboard on the wall.

"Don't tell me! Its the Shark Bastard again?", Bishop sigh, rubbing his thumb and finger to his forehead, "Yeah Guts, but its more to his wive and Illich" He replied. "Wive? I thought you have just talked to your wive last night" his close wingman chuckled, "Yeah, I think I need more timespan to talk to her and Patrick again. How about you?", Jose were laughed before he said, "Yeah I did have, and to my Ex too", Will just chuckled, its true. His Ex saw him floating on the miami beach when she has a vacation with their daughter there, it panicked her which led to them divorced, 'Better than death separate them', since then her Ex never wanted to get close with any military personnel. "Here, take this and did what you wanted to do!" Jose handed his wingleader a Satellite phone, "Hurry it up Colonel. Admiral Morales said she'll shipped us pretty sooner to Bastion"

"Ladies and gents, the orders to pull out from Afghan is effective minus four days from now. Prepare all equipment's for transportation back to home" Said the XO by the PA of the canteen area as well other areas of the camp.

Helmand, Afghanistan

Camp Bastion

March 25th, 2017, 13.24 Hours

"Alright marines, we gotta move out. Let's pack up the stuffs. Go!" Called one of the soldier, wore the MARPAT desert uniform waving around, other mariners quickly followed him, some has same total attire to him, some more were just with service t-shirt.

"Times up, boss! What a timing" Jose scoffed as he looked to his watch.

His field commander, whose also close friend, just nod, he were reading a file of a person, an age defying 33 years old woman, his squadron leader, second who read the whole file after himself, done reading and close the folder. Will quickly finished his foam glass of cooling coffee, "Let's go to work!" He said as he stand up and leave, Jose followed him.

Bishop walked out from the ATC building some minutes later, ahead of him were his sidekick Jose Gutierrez, he walks away off the building, his foots taken him through the vast Charlie ramp to the aircraft he'd been flown long ago, the F-15C Eagle, primer air superiority fighter of the US Air Force, the twin vertical tail were emblazoned with letter EG, bellow were another marking AF 9 and the next and last set of numbers 032, which are the burt number of the aircraft. Its armament were full fledge of AIM-9X-2 AMSL on the wing and AIM-120D XMAA radar missiles canted by the fuselage plus a 300 Gallon drop tank by the central underbelly.

The Colonel too obviously has his own hardware to employ, he walks across the ramp Charlie filled with several A-10As de armed for transport home and three F-16Cs under preparations for the upcoming last mission, after it were the first of six small hangars, nearby following the USAFs true modern ace were a woman, pale white with striking asian looking, like him too, she were in complete flight suit and gears save for the flat desert plain suit instead olive green like the two men that saved the White house from destruction, her arms bear the dark colorless JHMCS already set with the o2 mask, her hair were bluish short, barely typical standard length of service women, her eyes were covered with Oakley sunglasses.

Somewhere around the Gulf of Oman, one large aircraft were having its front landing gear strapped to the catapult no. 4 of the Nimitz class carrier, walking midway off the bridge to the plane were five men wore typical desert tan flight suit, three of them, CIO (Combat Information Officer, ACO (Air Control Officer) and Radar Operator, had documents on their hand concerning intel of enemies positions, the Blatnoi, their intel were provided by a joint SEAL and CIA Task Force.

"Alright, gents! we're back to C2 Close Out! Hooya?!", one of the two pilot notified, "Hooyah!" the other crews replied.

one by one then, all of the five boarded the plane, "Alright, fellas. buckle up until we're on air!" one of the pilot said as he headed to the flight cabin, his co-pilot were following after ensuring the door were locked, "Gotcha!".

Several yellow claded men on the carriers flight deck running around checking the planes, the occupants inside were already buckeld, right before the hum of the rotor engine began to live.

"Control, this is Close Out, we're checking surfaces, over!", "Copy that Close Out, go ahead tap the brakes and cheks your flaps and stabs"

Four yellow man were on rear and front and side part of the plane, as the flight stick were moved here and there the two men on the back then giving thumbs up to the other two which then given it to the pilots, it was quicker than the armed fighters.

"Close Out, Control, flight systems and control surfaces were checks, confirm, ready for take off?"

The pilot and his co-pilot saluting the director, their hands were held on nearby handle while waiting. "Control, we're ready for go!"

Five hours ago

Kandahar airfield

The two aces sit on chairs nearby the only door of the cubicle 5x6 room, the two nodded and waved their hand to two USAF PJs (Pararescue Jumpers) leaving the room for additional little tasking.

"I don't like that guy, boss"

"What guy?" Will frowned to Jose whose answered, "The Watchgate guys".

Jose mentioned a private sector operating at middle east and africa, they were happen to be the eyes at northwestern afghan for possible NRF trying to play balls again since the failed attempt on destroying the White House, and has since then harass US troops and her allies at Afghan and Iraq, killing so far ninety two servicemen and contractors, the later were too contracted by governments to help military defend from the widespread Blatnoi attacks. Then again, both too share same dislikes to private military corporations, the common fantasy of them went rage to extent on switching side against the government were lingering the first time they learn their involvement.

Then there's a creak from the opened door, the one opened the door gestured his hand preventing them from standing up for another puny formalities salute.

"Hey boys! Missed home already I see!" A man around 46 with whiting hairs and mustaches comes in the room, he's in MARPAT attire with Navy Captain patch and Navy Aviator insignia comes to the room with rows of chairs and whiteboard. "You really take that source of yours, LT?" Jose asked, his face shows clear dislike on the source the general received, a man who work at a company tend to turn the dagger for those payed higher "Oh...Relax captain guts, Blair and I were way back from Anaconda, believe me, he ain't dirty!", Blair Winthrop, Andersens eye on the northwestern afghan, also formerly Navy instructor of VFA-101 Grim Reapers at Eglin AFB for F-35C cadets but left the anchor and went along instead to private corporation, none other than for better payment. Jose looked to his flight leader to his right and said, "Alright LT, I believe you" Jose smiled, "Yes sir, He'll relax" Bishop assured Captain Jerry Andersen whose smiled and replied, "You better be. Because you were known to un-FUBAR nearly single handed every FUBAR they make to you", that FUBAR (Fouled Up Beyond All Recognition) was the Russian raid at miami and the White House as well the Big Bear betrayal long before the first two (Blue on Blue).

As they about to start the briefing, another creak heard again by the door opened by another person, the newcomer looked around inspecting whose inside before make for the Navy lieutenant.

Will and Jose startled, another person comes in were a pretty young female flyer, she were young, maybe far too young for early deployment, its like she were under 20, typical age supposedly still attending basic flight school. Like the two, her flat desert flight uniform were void of flight gears yet, "Captain Jerry Andersen?" She asked, "Yeah but its Lieutenant Commander, you must be 2nd Lieutenant Chihaya Kisaragi, Elmendorf Air Force Base?", she nod, "Yes sir, said you have a tasking for me", "Yeah, sit down, I'll explain to you".

She nod to the two whose did same to her as she get to one of the front chair, a row away from them.

"Alright people, its matter of seconds before we come home and never going here again", as he paused, the room were dark, a projector set by the ceiling at the midst of the room emits the only light source to the whiteboard, revealing the afghan map focused on the northwestern region, Badghis and Faryab, nearing the turkmenistan border.

"As you all notified, we're still have four days from now on to prepare for our departure from this country forever, our stead, as well ausies and the canucks at the western portion of the Afghan will be replaced with the Brits, Frenchies and Jerrys...well...not Jerry me or from Tom and Jerry", "Germans.." Chihaya chuckled with the men by the long time AKA since World War II. LCDR Jerry continued, his hand pressed the small device, the map were zoomed to a zone between the city of Qala I-Nau and the Turkmenistan border, "Okay, none of us laugh this time. Ten days ago a convoy of the last canadian army, the 4th battalion, commenced withdraw from the small camp around the area at 1 midnight, however we've LOS with them at 0425 Hours as they bound to the main FOB at Gaur, just after the passed through the Harat Province" the LCDR tone were serious, "Yeah, just three hours later, they sent two PJ Pave Hawks 'Bird Eater' to where they LOS...wreckages of ten vehicles with lots of fried bodies inside and around the vehicles" Jose added, "Is it air attack? They said about a crater like from the 250 pound freefall bombs there" Chihaya spit out her curiosity, what she ask is what the NATO at the western region said, she look to the three expecting answer, Jose just shrug, "I heard it too, LT! Although just rumor that I haven't seen directly".

Jerry pressed the button again, from the projector comes up a photograph taken from the MQ-9 Predator Drone, and its actually confirms her.

One big ten meters crater with many smaller more, obliterated the road and litter around with burning wreckages and bodies of canadian soldiers in shade of tan, the desert CADPAT uniform, still clad on the dead bodies. Kisaragi cover her mouth with her hands, "Oh my god!" Her mutter can be heard by the three, Guts were shocked remained speechless, Will looked somewhere else, the dead bodies frightened him for some reason, especially when he still recalled many times he greasing deaths when he fight Markov at DC.

The Naval Aviator withdrew the photo and slide next, another close up between Qala I-Nau and the border, show up what's next was the pass photo of a man in his 30, Blair Winthrop, below his name were the Watchgate Logo, "Now this my friend here..." Andersen looked to the Elmendorf girl, "...he might confirms it. Five days ago, he were posted at the city here, he and his team saw bunch of Fulcrums coming from the Turk, and...oh wait, I say Fulcrum, I mean the NRFs MiG-35", "Whoa, lovely!" Jose commented, in reality he likes the aircraft in terms of look, just shame it didn't on his side, "Another units of British patrol group from Camp Bastion at that day too saw a Fulcrum circled about fourty clicks north of the Camp, circling around twice when he saw it, then it goes back to where it came from. The next two days..." He pressed again the switch button, what comes up were a photograph from the patrol team of twelve SA-13 Mobile SAM launchers, the they didn't believe what they saw. "Blairs team intercepted their communications, it were set to destroy the withdrawing US troops and our allies, let me get to the point, ISA (Intelligence Support Activity) told us they might have more hook around the western corridor bound south and northeast, Colonel Bishop, I want you to take out the SAMs at the given vicinity I'll show you, LT Chihaya will be your Weapon System Officer. An F-15C has been shipped from Bagram, Guts, fly that thing, patrol the area where the intrusions comes in, you will take off from Camp Bastion Airfield and shipped there in the next hour, now here it is"

Five rectangle marks were placed at different spots, within the mark were three to four red dots labeled SAM and AA Guns, the rectangles were in different colors with different deployment times, the blue one, inside Herat, between Badghis and Gaur, blipped, "Colonel Bishop, this blipped mark, this is your area of responsibility, right north of it is the target for another squadron of norwegian Falcons, together with the squadron from the USS George Washington from the Oman Gulf will conduct SEAD with another area southwest of yours, after so, take out the SAMs and the Guns, the carrier squadron has two Growlers tasked to electronically cover you and northern strike teams for attacks up close and personal. As for you, Capitan..."

Red triangular marks directed southeast appeared, five marks in the Turk close to the border, "When you proceed to the border captain, you will possibly in mix fight with these other allied fighters, well...we already know you were the badass war flyer, so...watch your backs, and their backs too, they'll sure watch your backs. Question?"

"What's the other squadrons going north?" Jose asked, two marks that didn't mentioned, "The north most is the area for the Warthog squadron of Davis-Monthan, south of it were AOR for the Marines squadron of Harrier led by 1st Lieutenant Hibiki Ganaha, this will be her last time flying the Jump Jet before she get the newest one. I'm sure you know her, Ms. Kisaragi", she nod to him.

"Another one?"

"Five areas, how many mobile anti-air weapons they got there?" Bishop asked, "I'm sorry, this intel just comes in at the damn three in the morning, maybe more than fifteen", Will nodded

"Are we cool?" Jerry asked, "Yeah!" Three replies in Unison.

"Okay, dismiss, god speed and Happy Home, say hi to your families for me". The three get up and leaves, "Yeah, sure!" Jose smiled as he passed outside.

As Jose walked to catch up with Boss, he were stop and smirked to him, "You lucky he were an easy going type of higher ups, guts! If not he'll bite you like a dog from hell!" Will chuckled as he pat to guts in accordance to his very casual attitude to the Lieutenant Commander, "Oh...I just wanted to show people that I'm cool with guys outside the air force, boss!"

An hour later, a CH-53L Super Stallion took off westward from the smaller air facility of KAF, the main operating base for the Pararescue Jumper wing in and around the Vicinity. The sun were already stinging hot, it was clear bright blue skies with no clouds present, but the heat weren't same to the cargo bay of the marines heavy transport helicopter, it was boiling hot than outside, it would be sensible to fly their own F-22As to Bastion, but that if it weren't critically damaged by the sabotage attempt of the Taliban at the KAF main base, sure it were foiled and there's no lives of the servicemen taken, but it already rendered three fighter aircrafts inoperable, their planes and Chihaya's F-15E, ironically happened to be the last of three Alaska based jet fighters to be pulled out from the country, one F-22A of the same base and one F-16C from Eielson had already refueled above Morocco about three hours ago according to the tower operator. Deep inside Guts thoughts were wondering how would the Taxpayers react knowing the Taliban just wrecked their Raptors.

The KAF PJ HQ, the would be only place were US servicemen still operated in the country, for now nonetheless

"Hey brah!"

An big build african-american PJ operator patted his friend, "Sweet, hey what's up?", "You heard it lately?" He asked as he took his smartphone from his pocket, "Heard what?", on the smartphone were a message from a friend in the state, and it was too hard to believe.

"You kiddin' me, Sweet!".


Oh, by the way, at least just in this story, my weapons were semi-realistic (i tried for the latter). so planes carries missiles and bombs around 50 like the typical in PS2 AC games but there were minus MSSL because there's no full fledge multi-target weapons eventhough MSSLs like AIM-9 and etc. were heatseeking.

So the MSSL will be replaced with AMSL (Advanced Air-Air Missile, the AIM-9X-2). Correction is welcomed for references.

I already posted the experimental (How they say it...Field Testing) AC crossover with the Tom Clancy's EndWar, it was initially Assault Horizon and Tom Clancy's universe crossover but...Well anyway, this particular story were the X-overs prequel, but the latter were with limited weapons carrying according to the real vehicles.

Let me know what you think about this, i would know your thoughts. :)