A/N: More thanks to SergeantJohnston for reviewing. I'm thinking of doing an AU where it's 2027, and it's a resistance type version of this, where David, Harper, and OC characters are resistance, kind of like a 1940's type resistance in France. If anyone cares, let me know what you think.

April 1, 2025

1321/1:21 PM

Los Angeles, California

United States of America

SEAL Team Six

Private David A. Mason

"P.O.T.U.S."

Jets screamed, buildings fell, blood spilled, ears rung, weapons shot. David Mason couldn't see for the life of him, and if he could, he wouldn't want to have.

Beneath him he could feel the tiled roof, his gloved hands searching around for his Ballista or his Colt, his only hopes in the war torn city that he was now fighting to get out of.

"Mason..." Harper's voice wafted over to Mason as he continued scrambling on his stomach for his weapon. He could hear hurried footsteps and then a hand on his shoulder.

"Mason! Can you hear me?" Harper asked.

"Yea..." David muttered back, attempting to open his eyes. He could see Harper's face in front of him, and behind him was an enemy jet. The course it was heading, Mason thought the plane was going to change course at the last moment, but instead, the screaming aerial vehicle slammed into the side of the large building. The rest was a bright flash followed by an explosion, and then the sound of hundreds of glass items breaking, and then the crumbling of concrete and other building materials.

"Victor-Charlie 1-1, we've got suicide bombers!" Mason's headpiece crackled as he took Harper's hand and was pulled to his feet. To the left of him was his Ballista, and his Colt was somehow precariously dangling over the edge of the building.

"Copy Hotel 2-1, any nearby units, Victor-Charlie 1-1 requesting assistance, we've got MUJ-233s over Grid Juliet 5! Repeat, re- GAAAAAAH" Mason clutched his earpiece as the scream filled his ears, followed by a static sound that quickly turned to nothing.

"Send recovery teams to Grid Juliet 5!" Another voice yelled, and then went silent.

"You hear that too?" Harper asked as he leaned down on the edge of the building and set up the bipod on his Ballista.

"Yea, sounds like they're fucked." David responded, setting up the bipod on his Ballista as well.

The scene lit up in an X-ray fashion to David, and he could instantly detect any threats inside the burning buildings, as well as the miraculously untouched one. For now he focused on the building that was firing down upon the VIPs the two were charged with protecting. The building was a six story with both heavy and light arms fire raining down on the VIPs, which were hiding behind the CLAW.

"See the sniper, fourth floor, east side?" David asked, zooming in on the man that popped up, aimed, fired, and then dropped down again.

"I got 'im... You take the LMG on the second floor, he'd getting a bit too risky for my tastes." Harper responded.

Readjusting his position to a more favorable one, David saw the LMG man that was just firing down at the VIPs, not even stopping to take cover when he reloaded.

David pulled the trigger and the man suddenly dropped dead, his LMG falling down a story from the window where he was positioned into the rubble filled streets below.

Another shot fired, and David assumed the sniper was down as well.

"There's too many..." Harper muttered, pulling back the bolt on his Ballista.

"Got any of those experimental explosive shots?" David asked, an idea popping into his head. Next to the building he assumed was an office, there were a group of fuel tanks, along with a few slightly damaged cars that would offer more carnage and destruction.

"Careful with 'em." Harper warned, handing one of the explosive rounds to David, who loaded it into his chamber.

"Alright, wind compensation, extra bullet weight, and height..." David muttered, as he fixed his aim for the rifle to a large way above the tanks. The large height they were at would add to the effect of the wind and bullet weight, so he hoped this was right or he would miss and probably take a chunk from the street at this range.

But he didn't miss. He looked up from the scope to see the entire right side of the building gone, and the opening on fire. The fire was quickly spreading, and many inside had either been killed, injured, or were looking for a way out as the cars outside began exploding as well, eliminating the front entrance to the building, as well as a bit of the front walls.

"Shit..." Harper muttered, a grin on his face as he saw the building burning and falling apart before his eyes.

A/N: So it wasn't that much longer, but I put in a bit more detail than I had originally, and they will get longer as I end the part where they're in LA. I prefer more remote scenes, rather than large fights like this.