A/N: hey everybody sorry it took so long to update. MAJOR writers block slammed me half-way though this chapter.

this chapter kinda sets up the next chapter so dont expect much. message me if you got ANY ideas or suggestions. im open to them

READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! and maybe chapters will come out faster than this one:)

The wheels of John's f-22 screeched loudly as they met the hard
concrete of Rustavi's main runway. John eased the nose down settling
his front wheels down causing a light bump in the cockpit. Immediately
after his front wheels began to roll John extended his air breaks
slowing down the f-22.

Not far behind him Cameron, Amanda, and Vince landed their F-22's one
after another. Soon after they were touched down Snake eye's larger
AWACS began descending down slowly to the runway. As Mobius squadron
taxied onto the nearest tarmac a group of what looked like emergency
vehicles approached the four jets. Air craft crew and medics began to
pile out of the trucks like ants out of an ant hill, running over to
the f-22. Some carrying rather large ladders to help get the pilots
out.

Two men carrying one of the letters ran over to Cameron's plane as the
canopy opened. When the canopy was fully opened Cameron began to
franticly untangle himself from his harness. He finally freed himself
from the seat just as the two men set up the latter on the f-22.
Without hesitation Cameron quickly climbed down the latter and began
to skip over to Amanda's plane trying to remove his G-suit in the
presses. After nearly falling on his face Cameron shed the G-suit from
his body. He then began to run to Amanda dropping his helmet to the
ground. At the same time Amanda was just starting to climb out of her
cockpit.

"Amanda!"

Amanda looked up to see Cameron running towards her.

"Cameron!" she exclaimed, nearly falling of the latter.

As Amanda made her way off the ladder she tossed her helmet off
embracing Cameron.

"Are you ok?" he asked holding her head in his chest.

She looked up at him and said "yes! I am now."

Amanda put her face back to his chest and began to cry. "I was so
scared Cameron."

Cameron slowly began to crease the back of her head saying "hey.
Hey. It's going to be ok Amanda... I'm here now" She then began to
sniffle in his chest as she stopped crying.

The two continued to embrace one another not noticing John slowly
walking up to them. As John stopped next to the two lovers he
waited a moment before polity clearing his throat.

Now noticing that John was among them they quickly separated. Cameron
was the first to speak up "sir. Just uh.... Err... Just helping Maiden
out her jet sir..."

"right. You heard what I said before the mission... Just be thankful
that there is no base commander here. I don't want to see it again."

They each nodded their heads as he turned around and walked over to a
group of the Rustavi ground crew. "Which one of you is in charge here?"

John was only given blank and confused expressions. He then mentally
slapped himself for not remembering that they were in a non-English
speaking country. In his best Russian accent John spoke what Russian
he knew.

"Who can speak English?" he said in Russian.

A few of them looked over to right and pointed near Stormies F-22...

As Vince opened his canopy he removed the helmet from his sweaty head.
He leaned back in his cockpit seat with his eyes closed. The memory of
Pistols death still played out in his mind... All the memories of his
friend stuck in his thoughts. Vince truly felt like a piece of him had
been killed. The two pilots were best friends ever since flight
school. It was hard for Vince to move on from Phillips death...

As Vince sat there he suddenly got the feeling that he was being
watched so he slowly opened his eyes. When Vince opened them he was
surprised to see another pair looking back at his... Vince focused his
eyes on the face staring at him and noticed that the face was a girls
face...

She had very long black silky hair that was held together in a
ponytail. Her face was just the right color, not to tan but not white
with a few freckles under her eyes baby blue eyes. As Vince lifted his
head off the headrest of the ejection seat she quickly tuned her face
away from him. Vince could help but notice a hint of red under her
cheeks. She was cutie...

"um I'm sorry... Do you... Uh... You need any help?" she said slightly
looking back at him.

Vince began to unstrap himself from the seat as he replied "no
thanks... I got it."

When Vince was unstrapped the girl quickly got out of the way so he
could get down. When Vince stepped down from the ladder he looked up
to see John walking over to him.

"Excuse me miss but... Do you speak English?"

The girl laughed a little at his question and answered "why yes I
do... My name is Valerie." she said with an outstretch hand.

"Captain John Felix. Nice to meet you. I see that you have already met
Stormie." he said shaking her hand.

Valerie blushed again saying "o yes... Um... We have..."

John looked over at Vince and saw that his head was hanging a bit.
"Hey Vince... You doing ok?"

Vince just stared at the ground and said "yes sir... I'm fine." he
then slowly began to walk off away from the group of planes.

John watched him walk away slowly before turning to Valerie. "Do you
know who is in charge here? I need to speak with him"

"yes. My father is the one in charge. You can find him in the control
tower over there." she said pointing at the airports com tower. "He
speaks English as well so you should be able to find him."

"Thank you Valerie."

"Not a problem... Hey. Your friend... Is he always that gloomy?" she
said as John started to walk away.

John turned slightly and said "no not really... His best friend was just
killed... He's just a little shook up that's all..." He then turned and
walked over to Snake eyes' AWACS just as it was letting its crew out
onto a large stairway.

When Tom walked down the stairs he was approached by John. "Did you find
out who's in charge here Phoenix?" Tom said.

"Yes sir. He's over at the control tower."

"Alright let's go talk to him. We need to know how friendly Georgia is
with Russia now..."

"agreed. Let's go..." John said as they started to walk over to the
tower.

When Tom and John were making their way past one of the big hangers
John noticed something strange. Inside the hangers were some boxes
with a unique symbol on them. Written under the symbol was the word
'Backwater Inc.' john looked at the word with curiosity. It sounded
so familiar to him. Then he remembered the mercenary group they
fought earlier that day.

"Hey... Tom. What was the name of those mercenaries we encountered
earlier?"

"Um... I can't really remember it that well... Backwater I think? Why?"

John looked back over to the boxes "check that out" he said pointing
at the boxes.

"Hmm... That is interesting..."

As they got to the base of the tower the two pilots climbed to the
top. Inside the control tower radar operators and radio crew were
manning their stations speaking languages that Tom and John couldn't
understand. After a moment of standing at the entrance John could
overhear an English voice.

"... What do you mean you were attacked? ..... When? ....." John
looked to see a man in his late 40's speaking into a radio headset.
The man's voice was silent for a moment but then he continued. "...
She's been shot?! What-.... How did you get away? ..... Ok what is
your ETA to base? .... Ok... Roger. We'll keep the light on for ya..."

The man set the headset down on the desk and began to rub his temples.
He sat there for a few seconds not paying attention to the two pilots
just a few feet away. Finally he looked up from the ground and saw Tom
and John.

"Well... You must be that flight of air force boys... Am I right?"

Tom was the first to reply to his question "yes sir. We appreciate you
helping us out Mr...."

"... Frances Gushter. Head of Rustavi international airport... And you
are?" he said shaking his hand with Tom.

"Major Thomas Hooker. USAF."

John then reached his hand over and shook Frances and "Captain John
Felix..."

"pleaser to meet you two. I'm terribly sorry I couldn't have been
down on the flight line. We had some... Problems with one of our
airline flights... I assure you it is nothing to worry about..."

"its no problem sir." John said.

"Well good then! I hope you find everything ok. We can give you a bed
to sleep in and a hot breakfast but that's about it. If you have any
questions just let me know."

After saying this Frances turned back to the radar screen in front of
him and began to talk with its radar operator. But Tom and John still
stood behind him thinking about only one question...

"Mr Gushter... What is this airports involvement with Backwater PMC..."

The man stood hunched over the radar desk for a moment before
standing straight up. He turned to face Tom and John with a serious
expression.

"... We don't involve with Backwater at all..."

John could feel his body loosen up a bit after hearing this.

".... We are Backwater PMC..."

Both John and Tom's eye widened in Surprise. John could feel his gun
hand slowly moving to his gun Hollister.

"... I know what you two are thinking... But we share a common enemy
now. I have just been informed that one of our fighter squadrons has
been attack by Russians. I'm not saying that we are your friends now
but we will let you stay for the night... That is all we can do..."

"Mr Gushter you have no idea what the Russians are capable of. They
have acquired a weapon of mass destruction unlike any other. We need to
help each other to defeat this common enemy or we will all be
destroyed!" Tom said.

"How are you certain of this?"

John spoke up with an irritated tone "our entire base was destroyed by
this weapon and so was one of our friends! I've seen firsthand what
this weapon can do... You would be making a mistake not listening to
us."

The man was taken aback by Johns comment. He now realized that if the
Russians were really hostile to Backwater they would surely use this
super weapon on them. Frances looked down to the ground as he thought
about what to do. The Russians still don't know about this secret
base but they would soon find out if they sat here and did nothing.

"What would we do?" Frances asked them.

"My guess would be meeting up with any surviving coalition forces and try
to take this thing down... Before it destroys us all..."

Frances then lifted his gaze back up to the two pilots. "Your right...
But how would we destroy it? We don't even know where this thing is!"

Tom nodded his head in agreement before saying "true... Let me contact
my superiors. I bet they can help us..."

"very well.... You can use this. It's a satellite phone..." Frances
then pulled out a large cell phone with a gigantic antenna on it.

"Thank you"

Tom grabbed the phone from his hand and dialed in a number. Putting
the phone up to his ear he waited for the other line to pick up. After
a moment of waiting someone answered...

"yes... This is Major Thomas Hooker of the USAF. Serial number
37484834. I need to speak with the secretary of defense.... Yes it's
an emergency... Ok. Thank you."

Tom was silent for yet another moment... But then some else picked up.

"Yes sir... We are currently at the Rustavi air port... Yes sir... Our
base was destroyed... We don't know sir..." Another long pause occupied
Tom before he closed the phone back ending the call.

Everyone was anxious to hear what was said over the phone.

"Well?" john finally said breaking the silence.

"I don't know... He said help would be coming and that's it. He told me
to hang up right after that. I'm not sure what he means but I guess we
should just stay here and wait. Hopefully the Russians won't find us
here..."

John nodded his head in agreement. His gaze then moved to outside the
tower window. There he could see Mobius squadrons F-22's being
transported into a nearby hanger. 'At least our planes with be
hidden...' john thought to himself.

Later that evening

Vince sat in the grass under the dark moon light that filled the
night. The moon shined just bright enough for him to notice Valerie
walking up behind him. Slowly she approached him with a sad look on her
face. She deeply wished to help him recover from his friend's death.
There had to be something she could say.

"Can I help you...?" Vince said not even moving from his position.

Valerie was broken from her train of thought as he said this. "Oh!
Um... I'm sorry... I just was wondering if I could... Um... Join you
here? Maybe..."

Vince gave her a slight smerk and pat the ground next to him. "Sure..."

Valerie took up his offer and crouched next to him. She then sat down
on the grass pulling her knees in close to her. Together they sat
under the moonlight in silence not saying a word to each other. As
they stared of into the stars, slowly Valerie inched herself closer
to Vince. But just as she was about to lean her head on his shoulder a
loud noise startled the two of them.

The roar of jet engines past right over them as a group of three jets
flew by...

A/N: ya like i said its just a filler for the next chapter. R&R IM OPEN TO IDEAS!

until next time... later.