Here is a new action story my good friends. I wont lie, this story will be a basic 'shoot em up' action story, it's just a fun little story that I've wanted to write for a while. I hop you all enjoy it, and please let me know what you think.
"You looking forward to being back stateside?" Private Hopkins asked his commanding officer, a tan white man in his late twenties Sergeant Washington, as they could be found in the back of a C130 heading back to Miami, Florida from Israel, many others in attendance as well.
"Hell yea, can't wait to chill on the couch, maybe catch a game when the Phillies are in town." Washington said as he took a drink from a bottle of water.
"I will never understand how you're from Florida, and yet you like most teams from Philly." the strong African-American accent of Michael laughed throughout the aircraft, which got a laugh from his Sergeant.
"You'll never find that out, but take some comfort that I love the Miami Heat." Washington joked as he held out his fist, which Michael bumped. "What you going to do, Hopkins, Michael?" he asked his subordinates.
"Going from one aircraft to another. Once we land I've got to catch a plane to New Orleans, hang with my girlfriend and her family." Hopkins said in a nervous tone.
"Why you sound so nervous H?" Michael asked. In response Hopkins reached into his bag and pulled out a small black box, and both Washington and Michael knew what was in that.
"My man." Michael said as he clapped Hopkins on the shoulder.
"Good luck man, here's my advice and I know you didn't ask for it, just be yourself." Washington said as he as well clapped Hopkins on the shoulder.
"Enough about me, what you going to do, Michael." Hopkins asked the young Corporal.
"Furnish the baby's room." Michael said with a big smile.
"Wait a sec, I thought you didn't have any children?" Hopkins asked.
"I didn't, but that'll change once I get back to Miami." Michael said with another big smile.
"Why is that?" Hopkins asked.
"Let's just say, my wife just dropped some big news on me–" he was cut off by Sergeant Washington.
"When is the big day?" he asked as he had put two and two together.
"Could be anytime once I get back, I can't wait to hold my daughter for the first time." Michael said in a giddy tone. Before Washington or Hopkins could respond, an alarm started blaring and the C130 started banking right, away from Florida.
"The hell!" Hopkins said as the plan kept banking right, and soon the pilots voice rang out over the intercom.
"Listen up everyone, we've just got word from command to change course and head to New York. Reason being is that command just received a message warning of an attack in New York City, and they want us to link up with the National Guard and other units that are already there or are on route."
"Well that just happened." Michael joked as he began riffling through his bag for his cell phone.
"An attack in New York City, shit that could be bad." Hopkins said, and it was clear to his Sergeant that he was thinking of the most infamous day in New York's history, September 11th 2001.
"At least we got word of it before hand." Washington said in an optimistic tone as he unbuckled himself from his seat and walked into the cockpit, leaving Michael and Hopkins alone.
"Lets hope this threat is just that, a threat." Hopkins said in a hopeful tone.
"I'll drink to that." Michael said in a hopeful tone, as Sergeant Washington re-entered the room and took his seat.
"How long till we get to New York City, Sarge?" Hopkins asked his Sergeant.
"A little over four hours boys, so enjoy your downtime, for I got a bad feeling about this–" Washington was cut off by Hopkins.
"Why do you have a bad feeling?" he asked his commanding officer.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is who warned command, and they are mobilizing as well, and if they are involved, this could be a real threat." he said grimly. "So enjoy your downtime boys, for come sundown, we'll be wheels down." Washington said, which earned head nods from his subordinates.
"Wheels down in fifteen minutes." the pilot said over the intercom. "Upon landing you'll be meeting up with the five other Marine units." the pilot said as they kept approaching the city.
"Time to go to work boys." Washington said to Hopkins and Michael, as they began checking their gear.
Suddenly the lights went out and all systems in the C130 went deadly quite.
"The hell's going on!?" Hopkins asked as Washington unbuckled himself from his seat and ran into the cockpit.
"What happened?" he asked the pilot.
"I don't know, we've just lost all power–" the pilot was cut off by the Flight Engineer.
"I can't get things back online!" he yelled at the pilot as he kept trying to reboot the gigantic military aircraft.
"Are we going down?" Washington calmly asked the pilot.
"Most likely, Sergeant buckle up, luckily we had the wheels down, but's it's still going to be a hard landing, tell your men to brace themselves!" the pilot said as he kept trying to steer the C130 which was still losing altitude. Washington ran out of the cockpit and back to his men.
"Everyone buckle up, we're going down!" he yelled at everyone in the aircraft. In response everyone buckled up and sat in there seats nervously.
Minutes passed like hours as the plan kept looking altitude, until the plane finally touched down violently and began rocking like crazy. This went on for five agonizing minutes until the plane was finally rolled to a halt.
"Everyone alright?" Washington asked everyone, groan and acknowledgments where his answer as everyone began to unbuckle from their seats, as Washington went to check on the three men in the cockpit.
"You guys alright?" he asked the Pilot, Co-Pilot and Flight Engineer.
"We're fine, how are the men?" the pilot asked.
"They're shaken but alright, wait a minute..." Washington said as he looked out the cockpit window, well tried to, only to see pitch darkness. "I can't see anything." the Sergeant said as he tried to peer through the pitch darkness. "Can you guys see anything?" he asked the flight crew.
"I can't see anything either." the pilot said as he tried to peer though the windshield.
"What time is it?" Sarge asked the pilot.
"Don't know, it was 8:32 PM when we lost power." the Flight Engineer informed the Sergeant.
"Why aren't there any lights that we can see?" Washington asked, and the flight crew had to admit he had a fair point, for New York City was pitch black, and that startled the four men in the cockpit. Suddenly Michael poked his head into the cockpit.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Michael, you got your cell phone on you?" Washington asked as he ignored the question.
"Yea, got it here." Michael said as he reached into a pocket and pullet it out and handed it to his Sergeant, who tried to turn it on, only to be met with a pitch black screen.
"Damn, it's go no power either." Washington cursed as he handed it back to his corporal.
"I can see movement outside the cockpit!" the pilot yelled as Washington turned around and peered outside, but he didn't see anything.
"Michael you see anything, 'cause I sure as hell don't." Washington said as he peered through the cockpit window.
"Negative, I don't–" suddenly Michael froze for a second, and then tackled his Sergeant to the floor as gunfire began ringing out in the cockpit as bullets began being fired at the bullet-proof glass.
"What the hell is going on!" Washington heard Marines yell from their positions in the back of the plane.
"Shot's fired!" Washington yelled as he, Michael and the flight crew excited the cockpit and closed the door behind them.
"Weapons up!" Washington yelled as all Marines present quickly grabbed their weapon and took aim at the still shut back door of their downed aircraft.
"Orders!" a Marine yelled.
"Keep your guns trained on that door, if whoever fired upon us gets through that door, shoot to kill!" Washington ordered...
To be Continued...