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Chapter 1-2
"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him." ― G.K. Chesterton
Somewhere distant…
The night sky was absent of clouds, you could see the bright stars clearly above, but the stars weren't in the right places….
On ground, there was a number of fortifications, the signs show it would be a battlefield; the area was pretty much a hill. Out in the distance, a large group of infantry in European medieval armor and cavalry approaching the hill. Their intent was obvious, as they were doing a night raid. But unfortunately for them, they were expected. By the fortifications, American marines in full gear, were aiming their guns with the help of night vision goggles.
"Don't shoot until they ordered." ordered an officer.
The intensity of what they would expect is probably about the same as fighting the Reds or Insurgents. Aiming down the sights, and staying calm as the enemy approaches. The radio buzzed.
"Fire at will." ordered the caller.
"You heard the man, fire at will! Make sure each shot count!"
Flares were fired up to the sky, the enemies reaction was easily understood, the words "ah crap" were written on their faces. soon the gunfire as well lit the darkness of the night. Machine gun nests and riflemen open fired at the approaching enemy. Wave after wave of men were cut down, in the firestorm. The battle had only lasted an hour, or perhaps it was just minutes. When daylight broke, the marines could see the field was littered with bodies. THe lucky ones were still in one piece, the unfortunate ones were scattered in bits, limbs on the left and right, along with heads on the ground.
One man took his helmet off and looked over at the battlefield. He was a Caucasian, he has black hair, and blue eyes. His weight and height were pretty average. On his uniform, his rank of staff sergeant was depicted and his name tag read Wolf. The flag patch of the United States was embroiled reversed on both of his sleeves, and for now he was carrying an M8A1 Assault Rifle. A Courier approached the Sergeant.
"Sergeant Wolf." He greeted. "The Colonel would like a word with you."
"Okay, understood Corporal." Wolf responded, in a thick Chicago accent.
Sgt. Wolf walked back to the main headquarters. The base was recently set up, and was in the process of being built. Defenses and tents were set up when they first arrived here. Right now, the other facilities were coming up nicely. This strange new border, perhaps more importantly this world they discovered.
"In all of glorious Terra, it reaks a lot." Wolf muttered to himself. There was some fiction written about these scenarios, but Wolf only heard about one fucking power fantasy written by a loon. Apparently that same guy ended up arrested for trying to bomb the Japanese Diet. He was raging in his speeches calling for the immediate withdrawal of all US troops, the return of military government, the conquest of Korea, and the extermination of all non-Japanese living on the main islands. Yep, he was calling the man a mere "loon". Thankfully no one was hurt in the aftermath, save for the man. Wolf walked towards the Colonel who was sitting by a campfire. The colonel was a caucasian man with blond hair and blue eyes, and had the build of a boxer.
"Lt. Colonel Vonnegut, Sgt. Lazar Wolf reporting." Wolf said while saluting.
"At eases, Sergeant Come and sits down." The Colonel replied in a deep Texan accent.
Wolf just did what he was told.
"Congress gave the go-ahead to inform the United Nations. What do you think of that?"
"All I know it isn't worth World War 3 to hide it and I'm assuming Congress is willing give the go ahead to allow their troops through the portal too, eh?"
"Right, you are son." The colonel then takes out a beer from a red cooler next to him. "Here, take it."
Wolf looked at the beer, and he looked back at the colonel.
"Go ahead; you aren't going to be reprimanded."
Wolf cautiously took it and took a drink. His shift was over, and so were a number of the personnel as they also sat by campfires. The battle that happened last night ended up with no one dead, save for the enemy. They managed to get some prisoners, and the soldiers were cheerful for the moment.
"Say sergeant, I've been hearing you have a nickname. What was it?"
"Well, Col…"
"Relax; it'll be Ray for this moment."
"Okay… Ray. Some of the guys have started calling me Lazar Wolf the Butcher, after I pretty much single handedly knifed a whole of North Koreans in Seoul."
"You hear about the anomalies in the Russia and Ukraine? Heard it spread to Dubai too."
"More fucking weirdness isn't my kind of thing. We already have enough as it is."
They continued to talk by the fire pit, as additional vehicles and troops past through the portal. On a Humvee, there was a flag of their marine unit; it had a Red Taurus with yellow lightning bolts over a black backdrop and a black on white motto reads: Slaughterhouse 451st.
Bogotá, Colombia…
Major Holden Wilson, was an average looking man with grey hair and gray eyes. A Delta Force operative, he was staying in a hotel, waiting for his orders. It's been days since he was called over here. Colombia was an American ally, and right next was Venezuela, a country that has shown hostility towards the US and Colombia. Years ago, the country was hit by severe hurricanes, and the government got toppled when Caracas fell. The whole country went dark, anarchy seems to engulfed the nation. The border guards have encounter refugees amassing at the borders of Colombia as well as Brazil, and Guyana; telling stories that can confirm this assumption. But there were also tales of unnatural occurrences going on, like beings called the "Dark Ones" and something about the zone, it sounded like the things happening in Ukraine and Russia. Some people wrote it off as delusion, while others looked to investigate this; the situation was obviously getting worse, now that Dubai was overrun, and word that Caracas was in the middle of it. Wilson was pacing back and forth in the hotel room, sleeping, eating, watching tv, and doing whatever to pass the time. He had looked up to Col. Leighley, after he had heard of his accomplishments and saving his life when he was touring in Congo.
Flashback…
The land was a like an African Savannah, and the sun was rising. But our sights are turned to a spot of darkness, then suddenly a man is burning and trapped inside an upturned buffel. Holden Winston kicks at the glass to get to the man but it won't break. The man screams and cries in agony as his skin melts.
"No! I need help over here! Hold on!" Wilson yells in his attempt to save the man. He keeps kicking it , and then Walter Kaleni arrives.
"Wilson!" Kaleni said.
"Kaleni, you gotta help…"
Wilson grabs a shovel near him and starts hitting the glass. It chips off but it is not enough to really damage it. He tries harder and harder.
"Break, dammit!"
But it is too late. The man trapped inside screams for the final time and succumbs to the fire. He finally stops moving.
"The fire finished him. Sometimes it's too late to save a man. We must move out, before we join him in death."
Kaleni hands Wilson a machete and one of the men gives Kaleni an MM1 Grenade Launcher. Mortar shells are heard firing and are seen exploding nearby. The impacts are devastating the way ahead. Then it quieted down. Kaleni has lead an army to counter the _ forces in this area.
"The mortar fire has started. That means that they are readying for attack. If they want a fight, we'll give them a fight! MOVE OUT!"
The military group then starts to move and engage the enemy. Wilson gets on the side of a truck as the convoy starts driving. Winston Miles arrives overhead via a Gazelle helicopter. Miles was a colleague of Wilson,and they fought together. He has of British descent, he had brown hair and brown eyes, and a medium build.
"Wilson, you copy?"
"Go ahead, Miles."
"MPLA forces advancing on your position, about one klick north."
"Yeah, we know. Kaleni is leading a counter-charge."
Wilson and Kaleni mounts on a buffel moves and begins to ride towards the battlefield.
"He's got balls. I'll give him that."
"Inferno"
Angola/Congo Border
Major Holden Wilson
1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta
A year earlier…
Play music: (Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Soundtrack - Savimbi's Pride)
"What about Leighly? Do we have confirmation on his location?"
"They've been trying to get to him from one location to another. We expect Kaleni's men to report back soon. "
The mortar fire stops for a moment and near silence ensues.
"The mortars have stopped…" Kaleni remarked with suspicion.
A loud battle cry rings through and _ soldiers charge over a hill some on horseback and some on foot, and they're carrying machetes and AK variants. The bloodthirst was evident.
"Fuck." Wilson thought.
"Here they come! Here they come, my brothers! Fight, my brothers!
Kaleni's men start a countercharge. Wilson dismounts and fights the _, once Kaleni's buffel crests the hill… The mortars begin to fire again.
"Wilson! Target the mortar crews!"
Wilson starts shooting at the crews with his gun.
"They are behind the rocks!"
Some of the enemies charge near him near with machetes and others start shooting at him. Wilson starts firing back and stabs a man near him. Then he continues with the mortar crew and some men near about to kill theirs. The mortar crew is quickly taken out. Kaleni kills a bunch of guys near him. He cuts the head off of one and headshots another.
"The mortar crews are down!"
Four tanks arrive and are heading towards their position. They were of Soviet design.
"Dammit, Miles! They got T-62 tanks in support! We need you to take the heat off."
"Alright I'm on it!"
Wilson calls for air support on his radio...
"Take out the tanks, Miles!"
"Beginning strafing run!"
Miles began firing rockets and his machine gun as he flies over the battlefield. It hit tank and another and another. Technicals then arrive and began to fire at Miles's helicopter.
"Dammit! I'm taking fire from the ground! Sooner or later one of them is going to get lucky!"
Miles finishes off the rest of the tanks but then four more moved forward to replace them.
"Nice work, Hudson. There's a couple of MG trucks targeting you!"
"I can't make another pass until you take out those MG trucks!"
"I'll deal with them!"
Wilson fires his gun and throws out grenades to take out the trucks.
"MG trucks are down. You're clear, Miles!"
Wilson calls for air support again.
"Okay, coming around again."
Miles takes out the four tanks but they too are replaced by four more.
"There's heavy armor still out there."
Miles begins another strike, tanks explode and men are chopped down. He finally takes them down but...
"Shit, Wilson! Stray fire took out the chopper guns! I can't make another run!"
The enemy having lost their armour support, begins to rout from the battlefield. The _ began to shoot at the retreating enemy.
"Come, my friend."
Wilson continues to fire at some enemies in the distance.
Climb aboard, Wilson!
Wilson then throws a grenade.
"Wilson! Get on the Buffel!"
"Alright I got it."
Wilson climbs onto the buffel once again.
"They are weak! We must finish them!"
Mason and Savimbi fire their guns from the buffel as it moves forward/
"Our journey to victory has begun! Death to the GLA!"
All of the _ are killed and Mason and Savimbi dismount while Miles lands.
"Haha! My friend from above! You killed many men today, eh? Yes... We all did."
One of Kaleni's men arrives, and whispers to Kaleni and leaves.
"Where is Leighley?"
"The GLA is not yet defeated. That's a very dangerous rescue my friends."
"Where is he?"
"He is outnumbered and being pinned down by a GLA milita."
"Where?"
"About two miles north. He's in a large village, by the Congo river."
Wilson climbs onto Mile's helicopter.
"He may already be dead!"
"Let's go, Miles."
The heli then takes off. Mason looks to the ground as Kaleni and his men celebrate their victory.
Some time later…
Miles had flown through heavy fire. Enemy machine gun turrets ripped parts of the heli off. The heli was spinning aimlessly into the ground.
"We've been hit!
The warning signs and alarms rang out as the helicopter was falling. They were close enough to the ground.
"Jump!"
So the first one to jump out was Wilson, and he hit the ground. Miles soon then did the same. The helicopter hit a part of the nearby woodland. Crushing some of them and starting a fire.
"Miles, you good?" Wilson says as he gets up. His back luckily had a minor sore from the landing.
"I'm good." Miles replied, he had got the same situation.
Wilson walked up to Miles, and helped him up. They hurried off to find Leighly. Cris of blood and agony were screaming in the air. Explosions were going off and houses were burning. Wilson and Miles precautiously moved forward. They still had a radio in hand, and they picked up some AKs lying on the ground.
"This is Delta, anyone hear me? Over."" Miles asked while changing radio frequencies.
He heard static, changing and repeated.
"Delta here, anyone read me?"
"What is a good vampire?"
"A dead one."
"Avenger here, do you copy Delta?"
"Yes, understood."
"Meet us at the village center?"
"Understood. Over and out."
"We've contacted friendlies at the center."
Wilson nodded and the two headed off towards the center. Men saw GLA in a shooting match with American forces. Miles and Wilson took shots at the GLA in their view. They took out a few in their path. Some of the men turned their attention towards Miles and Wilson, out of those were taken out as they turned their backs. The two men quickly scampered towards friendly positions as they were clear to go. They landed behind the sandbags.
"I'm Major Holden Wilson, and this is Sergeant Winston Miles where is Colonel Leighly?"
"He's over by the cargo containers." replied an infantryman.
"Thanks."
Miles and Wilson went up to the container, and there he was the Colonel. The caucasian heavy build man had light blue hair, and red eyes.
"Colonel Leighly, I'm Maj. Wilson, and this is Sgt. Miles." Wilson said as he saluted the man.
The man saluted back.
"I need you two at the north checkpoint."
"Understood Sir."
The two men departed and were in position.
"They coming in for another attack!"
Another wave of GLA charged towards the American center.
"Wilson man the MG Turret!" ordered Leighly via radio.
He responded without question, and cranked the gun. He started firing rounds into the advancing columns. Hitting some entrenched enemies in cover. Technicals showed up in a second wave. Some barrages teared threw these vehicles, some of the American forces were hit. THere were grenades thrown at the chargers, and explosions threw up some guys.
"Damn it, there's too many of them!"
He continued firing, but the MG overheated and jammed. He got off the turret and took up an M4, but after firing a few rounds. A militant passed the barrier and slammed right into him. THe man got out a knife, and was about to stab him. But in a split second the man was shot in the head three times. Wilson was shocked, and turn to the shooter. It was the Col. Leighly. Wilson nodded and the man did too in understanding. Then the howling wind erupted, three Mi-35s entered the airspace.
"All Fu-"
Wilson ducks and looks behind him, to find that the Hinds were aiming at the GLA. One of the Hind opens its passenger section, revealing Walter Kaleni inside it. He was interrupted by the three helos firing on GLA positions. The men began to cheer for the reinforcements as the GLA of the Mi-35 lands in the middle of the temporary fort.
"You thought I would leave you, eh? Hahaha! Hurry! Come on we got a battle to finish!" said Kaleni.
Wilson and Miles felt like they wanted to smile at their victory.
Author's Note:
I based this bit on Black Op 2's mission. Take a guess, who I'm basing Col. Leighly and Lt. Col Vonnegut on. If you all haven't noticed, I referenced some other video games and various books.