Phineas and Ferb: A Stitch in Time

Chapter Six: AMBUSH!

(The next few chapters will be told through the marine's perspective)

(This chapter has language, violence, and gore, Be warned)

(Also, I'm trying to keep it T, but if this should be rated M please let me know so I can change the rating)

(Remember, this is fiction, so If exaggerate some military things I apologize. God bless all those who have served, are serving, and who have died serving.)

Captain Flynn's POV

It had only taken him moments to recover, it wasn't the first time he'd been in an explosion and it certainly wasn't the worse. Gunfire was all around them.

"AMBUSH!" Richie screamed at the top of his lungs, "Get to cover!"

"Contacts Right! Contacts Right!" another marine yelled. The marines began to spread out and return fire.

"Got a group of tangos to the left!" Dan yelled. Another marine added, "The bastards are everywhere!" I took cover behind the car, and immediately notice, that enemy opposition was most heavily concentrated in the building on the right. I saw a marine run out in front, I tried telling him to stop but he was cut down before I could utter one syllable. He lay there staring at me, trying to move, and trying to get help.

"Cover me!" I screamed as I ran out to, bullets flying by, I could hear them hit the ground, I could feel the wind hit my face, but it didn't matter. I grabbed the marine with one hand and lifted my rifle with the other. I dragged him back to the car.

"Corpsman!" I screamed as I fired at the enemy. I looked over, and behind a destroyed van, two children no older than twelve picked up their father's guns. They didn't even get to life their rifles before being cut down.

"All right listen up! Dan, Johnson, Richie, I want you lay down suppressing fire on the building! Zach," the rookie turned and looked at me with fear in his eyes, "You, me, and Greg are gonna go around the building to the right!" They nodded in acknowledgement. All the marines lifted their rifles and waited for the order. I love this job.

P.F.C. Zach's POV

It was so loud. I had never seen combat before, despite all the things I had told my friends. I wasn't the big bad marine my family and friends made me out to be before I deployed. I was just a guy trying to make a living. Just a man and I was scared. I saw Captain Flynn go down and everything afterwards was a blur. I emptied a clip or two at the enemy, called out a few shots, but I hadn't hit anything. Then I sat down behind the rubble I was using for cover, just trying to get home to my family. I heard Captain Flynn's voice as he ran out to save his downed brother. I had to respect that, had to sit in awe as he did something I could never have the guts to do. I wasn't the right man to back him up during the flank.

"GO, GO, GO!" he yelled, and I began to run with him to right. I wasn't the right man for this job.

Staff Sergeant Richie's POV

I loved my holographic sight. When shit hits the fans, it ensures that every one of my shots is lethal. We all got the jitters and we all got scared. The only thing that keeps us going is our comrades, every time we pull the trigger, every time we kill a man it's for the man watching out backs. Since this ordeal has begun, I'd gotten three kills and only used up one clip. I don't understand why people flip on full auto, it's just a waste of ammo but at I guess it keeps the enemies heads down. He flipped his SCAR-H to full auto and waited for the order.

"GO, GO, GO!" Flynn screamed as I see him, Zach, and Greg bolt from cover.

"Suppressing Fire!" I yelled as I lifted my gun and fired at anything I could see. All the other marines did the same some calling out targets.

"Target, left side. Behind the barricade!" Peterson points out the target to me. I see him, a man in his twenties with an AK-74, he lifts his rifle and I mow him down.

"How long is this gonna take?" a frantic marine said as the enemies machine guns resumed firing. I turned to see two marines from the division get hit and fall.

"Man down! Corpsman!" I heard another one say. I glance over to see the marine trying to resuscitate his friend.

"Come on, Max, I need you to breathe for me." he mutters helplessly, ignoring the volley of bullets ricocheting past him.

"Damn it! You're not dying like this, you're gonna go home and see you wife and kids and have a barbeque and do all the wonderful things families do. But you need to breathe!" he screamed, tears choking him as he tried his best to bring his best friend back to life. War is hell, Thought Richie, as he resumed to fire.

Gunnery Sergeant Greg's POV

I looked at Zach as we ran to the building. He's just a kid, fresh out of high school. They were all kids, now a days. The only exception he could think of was Flynn, of whom he had served with for ten years. Flynn was his best friend. He even told me about the accident that happened when he was ten that turn him into an "emotionless monster". What one man calls a monster, I call a bad ass soldier.

"All right, that's the building." Flynn said without faltering to catch his breath.

"I see two RPDs in the window and some snipers on the roof." I muttered under my breath. Zach took the time to crouch down and regain himself.

"All, left side door breach. Breach and clear until the building is secure." Flynn responded.

"Wait, shouldn't we get some more troops first." Zach added still trying to catch his breath.

"Too risky with those RPDs, it's up to us." Flynn replied, swapping magazines to make sure he had a full clip.

"Besides, we've done stuff like this before, eh Flynn. Remember Washington?" I added.

"Hoorah" was Flynn's only response. The covered each other with a three meter spread sweep towards the building, and all they had seen was a few women and children. Then they came up to the door. I planted the charge and waited for Phineas's order to breach while Zach covered us. He nodded and I blew the charge.

"Breaching, Breaching!" I muttered as Flynn charged through door with me following close behind. I could see already he had taken out four tangos. He signals for me and Zach to move up and clear the first floor. The rest of this would take place silently. Zach opens the door and throws a flashbang through, quickly shooting any targets in the room. I do the same, when I turn the corner I see two men, using their wives as a shield. I fire to rounds and drop the instantly. I turn around to walk away but out of the corner of my eye I see one of the reach for the gun. Don't do it. She picked up the gun, and I fired, two shots clean to the chest. She was dead before she hit the floor.

"First floor clear!" I hear Zach say over the comm. I walk out to see Flynn cautiously moving up the stairs. I hear him firing his weapon and the bodies hitting the floor. So, we clear the next two floors with little difficulty as the RPD gunners and snipers were too busy tearing up our boys to notice us. But as I cleared the last room, I felt a piercing pain in my chests. I collapsed. The man I had shot wasn't dead and had pulled out his pistol. Blood began to soak my uniform and spill out onto the ground. I always had known this would happen someday. He felt his strength ebb out of him, he felt Flynn trying to help but he knew he was a dead man. He pulled Flynn close and muttered, "Watch your six, devil dog." And with that he smiled. Then all went black.

Captain Flynn's POV

I closed the eyes of who had been my best friend for ten years. It enraged me to think that of all the ways to go, he got shot in the back by a man who had just enough life in him to lift a gun. I shifted through his uniform, and took one of his dog tags to confirm he had been killed in action. I wish I could say I felt more pain in the fact that my best friend had died but I didn't. It was just like every other dead marine or dead person he had encountered. He learned not to love after the accident and Greg had known that. Still, Greg had chosen to call me his best friend. I went and cleared the rest of the house with Zach, putting an additional two rounds into each target to avoid the same fate as Greg.

"Alpha Three, this Alpha Two." I hear Mike over the comm. I glance over at Zach, who informs Richie that the building on the right has been secure, and relays Flynn's orders to move up and sweep the rest of the street.

"This Alpha Three, What's up?" I respond. I hear some static which quickly clears up after I tapped the radio a few times.

"I've requisition an Abrams and a Black Hawk to provide some support as we move up the road, over." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. We were told that tank and air support wouldn't be available for another week since we were behind enemy lines.

"How'd you manage to pull that one out your hat Mike?" I asked, and even though it was a joke, Flynn had said it in his usually emotionless tone. He heard Mike laugh, "You don't want to know but let us just say I've got the magic fingers. Alpha Two out."

I was pleased that we would be getting some support, especially after the casualties we had just experienced. However, after all the bloodshed, things were starting to look up. Then he thought of what Greg had said to him, Watch you six, devil dog.