The SEAL Story II
-Jonathan
(Personal note, this is the continuation of my story that won 2nd place. If you didn't see it, go to the Red Alert 2 Fan Fiction site, and look for The SEAL Story. All places described on Eglin AFB are real, to my current knowledge.)
America has finally beaten the Soviet Union out of it's sacred land. The citizens controlled by hideous psychic beacons have finally returned to normal. No more will Soviet forces oppress our freedom...
Chapter 1, The Unknown Expanse
After returning from Pearl Harbor, I've been relaxing back in my hometown, finally liberated from the Russians. It feels good to sit on the beach, and watch the sun set over our free country. Observing the stars, with the infinite expanse of the Universe, I notice that our wars, squabbles, and petty bickering mean nothing to anything in this realm we live in. The Earth will still revolve, with or without us. Day and night will come and go, like the perpetual cycle of life itself. Lying in the water, I see nothing but a clear, star filled sky. One lone arm of the galaxy reminds me of a long veil stretched across the vast expanse, stretching from each horizon.
The phone rings loudly. I get up, and rush inside to answer the infernal machine. "Hello?" I ask. "Am I interrupting anything, Mr. Holmes?", the CO of our SEAL team wonders. "No sir." I say. "I need to see you tommorow, at 10 hundred hours sharp." He states. "Yes sir, I'll be there." I say, pondering his request. "May I ask why you need me?" I say. "I'll tell you tommorow. Just get some rest, I can tell you that much. Meet me at the airstrip." He says. "Yes sir, I'll see you tommorow, goodbye." I tell him, right before hanging up the phone. I walk back outside, and watch the waves flow gently on the shore for a while. I think about what he could want. Walking back inside, I get ready for tommorow.
Sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the future, the *amn alarm wakes me up. I move the sheets off of me, getting out of bed. "Arrgh, I hate waking up this early..." I say to myself, sounding groggy. I get showered, and dress myself for the upcoming meeting. The air outside is fresh, and smells of the sea. I enter my car, and back down the driveway, out towards Eglin Air Force Base. As I approach the West Gate, I salute the Airmen guarding the Gate. They raise the striped barrier, letting me through. The road winds past the tiny Shopette, and the self sale lot. I stop for a red light, right across from the Guided Missile Labratory. The light turns green, I speed up, passing the GML, and the JDAM building. I follow the road, making a left on the tarmac. The CO is there, watching the pair of fighters mock dogfighting in the sky. "Sir?" I ask. "Holmes, I need you for a new mission. Follow me." He states quietly. I walk with him into the main hangar, watching the dogfight progress above me.
The CO hands me a paper outlining our mission objectives. "You've been assigned to make a CSAR (Combat Search And Rescue) for two downed Harrier pilots. They went down over a Russian base in Mexico, shortly after we lost radio contact with them." He says. "I'll see..." I state quietly, reading over the mission objectives. "I'll see about moving out immediately, sir." I say to him, still looking at the paper. "Excellent. I want your team ready by morning." He says. "Yes sir, I will be ready tommorow." I say to him. "Alright, you're dismissed. Get yourself ready. That is all." He says to me, with an air of authority. "Yes sir!" I say to him, turning around towards my car, I get in, and drive back out on the main highway. Watching for the traffic, I drive to the base barracks. I get out, walking towards the complex of rooms. I find the block of three rooms that my team uses, and I knock on them all, getting the men up... After a few curse words directed at me, they all get up, fully dressed.
I start to brief them on what we are going to do. "Alright, we have a situation on our hands. About a week ago, two of our Harrier pilots went down on a strike mission over Mexico. We've been assigned to go in, and get them both out, assuming that one or both are still alive. If we manage to find the pilots, we are to escort them to the extraction point. Any questions?" I ask bluntly to the men. No one answers me. "I'll take that as no. Ok, now I need you to get some rest tonight. We have a long day ahead of us tommorow. I'll contact you then." Smith, Davis, and Merck nod at me, and return to their rooms.
I exit the base, driving down past the bridge over the bay. I look to my right, seeing a barge laden with rocks headed towards the highway expansion. I glance up, seeing a passenger jet creating a contrail across the afternoon sky, passing on front of a whispy cirrus cloud. "I wonder about the people on that plane, how different our lives are, what they've been through, their friends and family, and how they don't even know, or see this man down here pondering about their lives..." I say to myself, amazed at how large this world really is. I turn back on my road, driving back to my house. I roll up to the driveway, and get out of my car. I walk back inside, and sit in the back, watching the sea flow on the shore...
-Jonathan
(Personal note, this is the continuation of my story that won 2nd place. If you didn't see it, go to the Red Alert 2 Fan Fiction site, and look for The SEAL Story. All places described on Eglin AFB are real, to my current knowledge.)
America has finally beaten the Soviet Union out of it's sacred land. The citizens controlled by hideous psychic beacons have finally returned to normal. No more will Soviet forces oppress our freedom...
Chapter 1, The Unknown Expanse
After returning from Pearl Harbor, I've been relaxing back in my hometown, finally liberated from the Russians. It feels good to sit on the beach, and watch the sun set over our free country. Observing the stars, with the infinite expanse of the Universe, I notice that our wars, squabbles, and petty bickering mean nothing to anything in this realm we live in. The Earth will still revolve, with or without us. Day and night will come and go, like the perpetual cycle of life itself. Lying in the water, I see nothing but a clear, star filled sky. One lone arm of the galaxy reminds me of a long veil stretched across the vast expanse, stretching from each horizon.
The phone rings loudly. I get up, and rush inside to answer the infernal machine. "Hello?" I ask. "Am I interrupting anything, Mr. Holmes?", the CO of our SEAL team wonders. "No sir." I say. "I need to see you tommorow, at 10 hundred hours sharp." He states. "Yes sir, I'll be there." I say, pondering his request. "May I ask why you need me?" I say. "I'll tell you tommorow. Just get some rest, I can tell you that much. Meet me at the airstrip." He says. "Yes sir, I'll see you tommorow, goodbye." I tell him, right before hanging up the phone. I walk back outside, and watch the waves flow gently on the shore for a while. I think about what he could want. Walking back inside, I get ready for tommorow.
Sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the future, the *amn alarm wakes me up. I move the sheets off of me, getting out of bed. "Arrgh, I hate waking up this early..." I say to myself, sounding groggy. I get showered, and dress myself for the upcoming meeting. The air outside is fresh, and smells of the sea. I enter my car, and back down the driveway, out towards Eglin Air Force Base. As I approach the West Gate, I salute the Airmen guarding the Gate. They raise the striped barrier, letting me through. The road winds past the tiny Shopette, and the self sale lot. I stop for a red light, right across from the Guided Missile Labratory. The light turns green, I speed up, passing the GML, and the JDAM building. I follow the road, making a left on the tarmac. The CO is there, watching the pair of fighters mock dogfighting in the sky. "Sir?" I ask. "Holmes, I need you for a new mission. Follow me." He states quietly. I walk with him into the main hangar, watching the dogfight progress above me.
The CO hands me a paper outlining our mission objectives. "You've been assigned to make a CSAR (Combat Search And Rescue) for two downed Harrier pilots. They went down over a Russian base in Mexico, shortly after we lost radio contact with them." He says. "I'll see..." I state quietly, reading over the mission objectives. "I'll see about moving out immediately, sir." I say to him, still looking at the paper. "Excellent. I want your team ready by morning." He says. "Yes sir, I will be ready tommorow." I say to him. "Alright, you're dismissed. Get yourself ready. That is all." He says to me, with an air of authority. "Yes sir!" I say to him, turning around towards my car, I get in, and drive back out on the main highway. Watching for the traffic, I drive to the base barracks. I get out, walking towards the complex of rooms. I find the block of three rooms that my team uses, and I knock on them all, getting the men up... After a few curse words directed at me, they all get up, fully dressed.
I start to brief them on what we are going to do. "Alright, we have a situation on our hands. About a week ago, two of our Harrier pilots went down on a strike mission over Mexico. We've been assigned to go in, and get them both out, assuming that one or both are still alive. If we manage to find the pilots, we are to escort them to the extraction point. Any questions?" I ask bluntly to the men. No one answers me. "I'll take that as no. Ok, now I need you to get some rest tonight. We have a long day ahead of us tommorow. I'll contact you then." Smith, Davis, and Merck nod at me, and return to their rooms.
I exit the base, driving down past the bridge over the bay. I look to my right, seeing a barge laden with rocks headed towards the highway expansion. I glance up, seeing a passenger jet creating a contrail across the afternoon sky, passing on front of a whispy cirrus cloud. "I wonder about the people on that plane, how different our lives are, what they've been through, their friends and family, and how they don't even know, or see this man down here pondering about their lives..." I say to myself, amazed at how large this world really is. I turn back on my road, driving back to my house. I roll up to the driveway, and get out of my car. I walk back inside, and sit in the back, watching the sea flow on the shore...