Chapter Ten: Bridges
Yao held up a map, and lined it up along the table while the others in the room gathered around.
Russia pointed, to a few areas that deemed familiar and he drew a line. Belarus drew a line, from the couple points she found a few of Koll's goons. Yao drew a few lines he took out a few solider's and where the few attacks where while at the hotel.
America drew the lines together it made a clear point, a circle upon the map.
Yao stood up, and clapped, "It's settled then. We'll have to make it back to the pass."
"Alright, we've got to get going!" Alfred perked up.
The movement of four nations traveled back onto the main road. The movement of four nations traveled back onto the road where the moutains meet.
There from the fork in the road, the four nations would split. They stopped on the way back, with all knowledge they
America being the first to stop and reveal his further use of travel. A called helicopter, hovered over the thicket and let out a ladder, for him to board.
"Asking permission to land? Over." America's two way sounded off at his hip again.
"This is Alfred F. Jones, I'll be boarding. Over." America boreded the new fighter flew in from above.
"I'll be around by air." The message relayed, as America turned around pointing up. Alfred, watched areas by sea and air.
One by one Russia, Belarus, and Yao, took to a road having walked into the city from the road.
Lei close behind the rest of the countries, they covered more ground staying together. Until they would all split up, in search of any sighting of Koll.
Ivan took a minute if not only to close his eyes it was quiet, but too silent for for a fight to have broke out since the last they left.
Then came Koll's army, upon a horse he road in behind his army. The sound of the dark horse's hooves staggering hard against the stone paved streets.
Koll's army dressed in all black as if he was the undertaker himself, caused all of the armies fighting along side Russia stop.
Koll lifted his sights onto Ivan, the death gleam of his eye, under his navel hat, his silver badges, pinned against his coat.
An man front of his army stepped over to his leader, "Should I get rid of them major, give the word and I'll get rid of them."
"You haven't got enough in numbers, this is our army."
At the lift of the major's hand his army rushed after Russia's army. Upon closer opservation, Koll's army stumbled over mindlessly moved forward.
Russia's army took out fighter after fighter, but each time they knocked one down another got back up.
Ivan lifted a sniper once more firing a few rounds at Koll army. Each time the fighter in dark uniforms got back up.
"What are they?" Yao, screamed trying his best not to get too close.
Russia's army halted.
Ivan, fired and stepped back, and many of the others along side him did the same. "I don't know...What is this..?" Ivan's flung a strange substance off his coat sleeve which oozed a dark green like slime.
"I think I'll take that one." Koll pointed to Yao, but what happened after was unlike anything they've handled.