So, this is my new fic which adds on my other COTB fic. Prequel coming out soon.
WASHINGTON, D.C.
REMAINS OF DISTRICT 13
A WEEK BEFORE INVASION
So it was time. We've been waiting for a thousand years for this moment.
"You guys got your gear ready?" asked Lt. Reyes.
We were 40,000 feet in the air, low for today's standards. But it didn't matter. D.C. was wrecked during a rebellion. No AA systems in sight. Plus, this was HQ for the resistance.
"Sargent!" Lt. Reyes yelled. He put me aside for awhile.
Apparently, Captain Smith doesn't trust any of the Yanks (Or whatever they're called). I have been assigned for some Recce in the area, maybe meet up with rebel troops. God knows whether they'll accept us or not. Anyway we got our gear recovered and we headed out.
The look on the men's faces was insipiring, quite a little scary actually. They were determined to take back this damn country no matter what it takes. We had extra rounds equipped on our M10 Carbines, with 3 more grenades than the usual. We were determined to liberate parts of the US before we are noticed.
3 DAYS LATER...
"For the thousandth time, we're here to help you, Damnit!"
"Yeah whatever you say, Capitol scum!"
Great. One of my men broke a branch and set a fire. And by the dialouge I'm hearing, we got caught by some unfriendly Natives.
"Now, talk or we'll get a few rounds buried in your hacking skulls!
"What does President Snow want with us?"
"We're not with whoever hole of a president your talking about!" Private Thompson said. "NATO high command has deployed us here to-"
Thompson was cut off by a stick, made of probably oak.
"According to the records, whatever is left of your high command is inhabited with creatures far worse than your Mutts. Now talk or I'll-"
"This is Hotel-6, and I've got an F-50 Vulture waiting outside ready to blow all of you sky high if you don't let the men go! Now we're ready to cooperate with you to overthrow the Panem Government. Or insted we'll just be busy collecting your body parts!"
"Well, still insisting on making us talk?" one of the men taunted.
"DC, let the prisoners go. I'll talk to whatever Hotel is outside."
Apparently Rebel forces have not been in contact with the outside world for centuries. The guy intterogating us was a high ranking officer in their army. Not sure why they won't let an NCO do that job. Anyway we reached an agreement and the invasion commenced shortly after that.
5 MONTHS LATER...
We were ready. Our armor, our jets, even the USST Eerie was ready to provide fire support. Now we just had to wait...