Chapter 1 A second chance

Sierra, Weston, Bell and Danny stared in shock after the little shootout, not believing what had just happened. They were rescued convoy of ragtag vehicles, including a type 73 light truck, a Humvee and...

"My prius?!" Sierra said.

"So... Are you going to just stand there or are you going to get in?" Tom asked.

"You heard Tom! Weston with me, Doc take Danny and put him on the Hummer, Bell, ride with Ken."

"Got it!" Doc said.

"Right behind you." Weston said.

"Stay alive, Danny." Bell said.

Sierra opened the driver side door of his beloved car.

"Thanks for bringing her here, now get to the other side." Sierra said to the man in blue urban camouflage inside.

The man said nothing and went around the car into the passenger side.

"Weston, man the turret." Sierra said. "Where are we headed for?"

"Buckingham Palace!" Ken shouted.

Weston opened the centre console and took a metal playstation style controller. He pressed the middle button, and the sound of hydraulics engaging was heard above the car.

"What was that?" The man who was driving the prius asked.

"Didn't you hear I say 'Man the turrets'?" Sierra said with a smirk.

"Oh."

"Who are you anyway?"

"Well, you know my daughter."

"That doesn't tell me anything. I have friends, and about half of them are girls."

"You know her very well, you've fought side by side."

"Jessie?!"

"I'm Michael Malle, call me Michael."

Sierra started the car.

"So... When did you get here... Michael?"

"Today."

Sierra stepped on the throttle, pressing it down as far as it could go. The turbo roared and the tires screeched, the car lurched forward.

"Today?! How did you... How did you get my car?"

"Oh it was easy! Tom got access to your house by using that retina scanner, and Ken got us into the armoury since you showed him where it was, and I found the keys in a drawer."

"Well, I'm glad I did what I did then. Wouldn't want this to be bombed by terrorists. So... Where's Jessie?"

"Right here!" Jessie shouted, popping her head out from behind, Sierra lost control of the Prius, making it swing all over the road.

"JESSIE!" Sierra and Michael shouted.

"WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM?!" Weston shouted, cowering in the trunk.

A laugh was heard from behind Sierra, his eyes widened.

"Uh... What's behind me?"

"I see you have found Ares!" A voice rang through the radio. "Hi, I'm Zack Broker of the German special forces, Ares was put into my care. He can be... Sneaky."

Ares grumbled.

"Heh heh, it's fine... As long as he doesn't rip any of our throats out." Sierra said dully.

Ares was not amused.

"Checkpoint 12 O'clock! ...We got enemy heavy armour!" Michael shouted into the radio.

"Roger!" Ken shouted.

"Loud and clear!" Tom said.

"Weston, put that sonic rainboom launcher of yours to use!" Sierra shouted to the back.

The convoy could have went around the roadblock, but Buckingham Palace was right behind it.

"On it!"

Weston unpacked a FGM-148 Javelin, which was painted with a rainbow and Rainbow dash's cutie mark on the barrel and took aim at the T-72, which was also turning it's turret to take aim at the convoy.

"Come on..." Weston whispered. "Steady..."

Sierra was tempted to zigzag as a means of evading highly lethal HEAT shells, but drove straight to avoid throwing off Weston's aim. His choice was rewarded with a steady beep, and Weston fired his missile, and Sierra immediately turned to the left, and not a moment too soon as a HEAT shell exploded where the Prius would have been if Sierra did not turn. The tank continued firing using it's machine gun, ripping up the metal in the front of the vehicles.

"HOW DARE YOU?! Guys, rip'em up!" Sierra shouted into the radio.

Weston formed a creepy smile on his face and spun up the minigun on top, Bell popped out the side window and fired at the roadblock with a Sumitomo Minimi provided by Ken, and Doc popped out the hatch, having the same smile on his face as Weston, fired with the .50 caliber at the roadblock. The missile from Weston's Javelin struck the top of the T-72, setting off the ammunition inside, and blew off the tank's turret.

"That's a K-kill!" Tom shouted in joy.

The convoy charged into the square, which was littered with bodies and shell casings. Gunfire came from inside the Palace to fend off the terrorists... Or whatever the enemies decided to call themselves. Sierra parked his Prius behind several destroyed cars, Tom and Ken drifted into a stop behind him.

"Let's hope everyone important is alive." Tom said.