Private. James Ramirez
Washington DC
"2nd Sun"
"Please wake up!" That was the words that Private James Ramirez heard when waking up. Then not a moments later was someone hugging him.
He patted M4 on the back and got up slowly. M4 blushed and inspected Ramirez, "James we're surrounded and low on ammo!"
Ramirez slowly crawled to the propellers blocking the way out. Pvt. Wade looked back at Ramirez.
"Take this and stay down!" Wade yelled giving Ramirez his M4. A moment later a stray bullet hit him in the back of the head killing him instantly. Ramirez jumped back and checked his ammo.
"one magazine, 30 rounds." He muttered. Ramirez looked behind him and saw M4 tending to the wounds of Rangers and Seals inside the downed chopper.
He tried to save the ammo by firing in bursts, eventually it ran out quicker then he hoped. The Russians started to come in full force. A Mi-28 flew past overhead launching rockets.
M4 looked at Ramirez and back to her namesake weapon. And pulled the magazine out, "Ramirez last mag make it count."
Ramirez was reluctant taking it, "you need this more than I."
M4 insisted, "Take it, you need it more then I do."
Ramirez took the mag and loaded it up into his rifle, "Yes ma'am."
The Rangers desperately, tried to defend the downed helicopter. More and more poured out from the streets and a BTR slowly aimed Its turret towards them.
Suddenly without warning a 2nd sun appeared out of the skyline. It blinded Ramirez for a split second, all the fighting had stopped.
The BTR that was aiming at them stopped moving and an MI-28 fell from the sky crashing about 50 meters from them.
"Jesus fuck, M4 you seeing this?" Ramirez said
M4 stood still looking at the ball of light that had saved them. She shook her head and moved her fingers around. She grabbed her rifle and gripped it tightly, "That was an EMP. Fuck."
"Something wrong?"
"I can't "feel" my weapon. The EMP knocked out my ASST."
A couple of Rangers came over and grabbed the debris off the door freeing everyone inside. "Let's move it, I don't wanna get crushed by some chopper."
An MI-8 crashed into a building sending shrapnel and fire flying everywhere.
"What the hells going on!?" Screamed Cpl. Dunn
"EMP! Just keep moving!"
Sgt. Foley brushed past him running towards one of the buildings, "Get off the street now! Go!"
Cpl. Dunn followed him, "This ain't good man!... Woah!" This time it was an American chopper that crashed in-front of them a Blackhawk. A BTR that was driving below it got pulverized.
The Rangers went inside a building with a giant hole in the wall, presumably from the fighting earlier.
"Holy shit"
"What the fuck!"
"Let's get the fuck outta here!"
"Sop, let's fucking move!"
The team ran inside one of the buildings. They waited until the rainstorm of steel stopped.
Sgt. Foley looked outside and went to go check it out. Another helicopter, almost comedically, had fallen from the sky and crashed right in front of the big hole in the wall.
Ramirez shielded his eyes from the shrapnel and looked away. M4 did the same almost catching a piece of rotor blade in the chest.
Cpl. Dunn looked out of the window and looked back at Sgt. Foley stomping his foot on the ground, "What the hell we gonna do now, man? Russians got us out numbered, shits falling from the sky. We're screwed man! We're totally-"
Sgt. Foley interrupted him pointing straight at him, "Shut up, Get a grip corporal! Our weapons still work, which means we can still some ass hooah?"
The last of the aircraft had fallen from the sky and Sgt. Foley opened the door and stepped out, "stay here."
M4 looked stink eyed at him, "are you nuts? You could get hit!"
"I'll be fine M4."
The Rangers held their breath watching if their Sergeant was gonna be taken out by an aircraft.
"It's over, come on we still got a war to fight." Sgt. Foley motioned over to Ramirez, "take lead Ramirez."
"What the hell happened here? Hey M4 when's out ASST gonna come back. Sopmod said.
M4 was right behind her weapon up and ready for a fight, "I don't know, until we get back to a technician most likely. Hope you can shoot without it."
Sop stuck her tongue out, "Probably better than you."
The group continued down the road and took a left, "Your holo sight working bro?" Asked a Ranger
The Ranger looked down his, "Mines down. This is weird man."
Sgt. Foley jogged towards a fallen Ranger laying on the pavement, "looks like optics are down... coms too. There's not even a street light for blocks. Cpl. Dunn take point."
"Hooah" said Cpl. Dunn.
M4 tapped on Ramirez's shoulder, "you think we're the only ones left out here?"
Ramirez shrugged, "Maybe? I have no clue, there's nothing out here more miles it looks like."
Right on queue Cpl Dunn yelled, "Star!" At something moving in the distance, "Star or we will fire on you!"
"I don't remember the damn countersign alright? I'm just a runner! Don't shoot!" Called out a voice in the distance.
"The proper response is Texas soldier." Retorted Sgt. Foley, "What'dya got?"
The Ranger looked tired. He was panting and wheezing almost falling over, "Colonel Marshalls assembling a task force at Whiskey Hotel. You guys need to keep heading north.
"So where you going then?" Sopmod yelled at him before he ran off.
He turned around, "to tell everyone else! Get to Whiskey Hotel go!"
They piled up towards a building, an open flare inside next to a dead Russian body.
"Sopmod your up." Whispered Foley.
Sopmod opened the door and looked around the room she poked the dead Russian with her rifle. "It's clear. Oh and there's ammo too!"
"Shh." M4 sighed, "quiet, or your gonna alert the enemy to our position."
"Resupply and head up the stairs." Called out a Ranger taking some mags for himself.
Upstairs Sgt foley, Cpl. Dunn, and Cpl. Sue were stacked up on a door.
"Open it up carefully." Called out a Ranger behind him.
Cpl. Sue nodded and pushed it open, "Star!" He yelled quite loudly.
Machine gun fire ripped through the door killing Sue and making the Rangers jump back. Cpl Sues body hit the ground cold.
M4 let out a little gasp.
"Son of a...!" Sopmod yelled.
Cpl. Dunn breached the door and threw a grenade inside. Once it blew up Ramirez went inside and blasted the enemy with his grenade launcher.
Sopmod followed in grinning with a murderous intent. M4 stayed behind the corner suppressing fire while Cpl. Dunn ran across to cover.
The Russians were hiding inside the cubicles jumping out gunning a Ranger down. Sopmod punched a Russian in his throat and kicked him down, the Russian put his hand out. She shot him in the head. Ramirez threw a flash bang and blinded the rest. M4 pushed up once she saw that they were blinded. Cpl. Dunn followed suit with the rest of the Rangers.
Sgt. Foley jumped down a giant blast hole onto a parking lot. A Ranger lay dead near a car his service weapon at his side.
"Check for vitals I'll cover." Pvt. Schofield whispered.
Another Ranger put his fingers on his neck, "nothing, he's a goner."
"открой это, возьми ту сторону!" Yelled a Russian.
Another Russian was walking towards the BTR, "я иду, просто подожди!"
"как нам это открыть...?"
"просто потяни андрей!"
"Three tangos on that BTR. Let's take them out." Whispered a Ranger.
Ramirez aimed down his sights, "Now!" Yelled Sgt. Foley yelled.
All the Rangers opened fire on the Russians on top of the BTR. As the last body hit the ground they walked towards it wearily.
"Привет?! кто-то там!?" Yelled a desperate female voice inside the BTR.
"шшш, тихо 9А-91" said a another voice inside, "мы трахались, буквально и физически"
The Rangers looked at the BTR, "what do we do about them?" A Ranger said.
Sgt. Foley looked at the BTR and back towards where the White House was. "What are we gonna do with two Ruskies?"
The Rangers looked at each other. Ramirez was fiddling with his M4's sights, "seems wrong to just leave them like this."
"Intelligence maybe." M4 chimed in. Not getting a response she shrugged her shoulders and looked at the BTR not wanting to leave the two inside. They might be the enemy, but not like this.
Cpl. Dunn opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He instead shut his mouth and went back to silence.
Sgt. Foley sighed. He knew he would regret this decision later in life not saving them inside the BTR, "Get them out, but they try anything funny. Kill them."
A Ranger hopped on top attempting to pull the hatch, "how the fuck we supposed to open this?"
Ramirez climbed on top of the BTR to help, "Just help me pull."
Cpl. Dunn also joined the two, "let's pull it together."
After 2 minutes of pulling and yanking the trio managed to make the hatch budge slightly. From the inside the two Russians managed to bust out of what was basically a sprats can.
Two white haired Russians appeared outside of the hatch. One had a red beret, Russian VDV combat kit, and a 9A-91. The other had her hair in a pony tail, a combat helmet, VDV combat kit, and an AK-74m.
"Блядь" muttered the one with the 9A-91.
The Rangers trained their weapons on the two. Meanwhile the two Russians looked like they've seen a ghost with their eyes wide open and mouths agape.
The one with the AK-74 chuckled nervously, "We... s-surr-surrender...?" She spoke with a heavy Russian accent.
Ramirez gestured to get out and pointed towards the ground.
Both dropped their weapons and complied with the order. Both of them looked down at the ground to avoid eye contact with the enemy. Sgt Foley walked slowly towards the two Russians and started to ask them some questions.
He began with, "What happened to you guys?"
Ak girl started to talk, "The EMP k-knocked out our power... we were su-supposed to meet at the white house."
"Your names?"
"I-I'm AK-74..."
The girl with her hair down spoke next, "9A-91."
Sgt. Foley shifted his weapon causing the two girls to flinch. Would he even be better then the Russians if he shot them?
"Are you gonna kill us?" 9A-91 asked suddenly.
"No, but both of you are P.O.Ws." Stated Sgt. Foley, "get up we got some walking to do. Cpl Dunn keep watch on them."
M4 faced Ramirez as they were walking, "you think we made the right choice?"
Ramirez nodded, "yeah I think we did. Would you want to be left in a APC with no hope in sight?"
M4 shuddered, "yeah no thank you."
"Would it be better if it was with me?" Ramirez asked taking M4 off guard.
M4 in turned blushed looking away, "... maybe?"
"You'd like it M4." Sopmod stated from behind.
M4 blushed even more, "I... uh..."
Sopmod quickly moved up walking along side the two, "I think M16 would approve of you too." She pointed towards Ramirez.
"Sop, I told you already we're not dating." M4 puffed her cheeks out showing the red tinge.
"M16?" Ramirez heard that name somewhere before.
Sopmod shook her head up and down, "Yes yes, M16 is our older sister. She was a marine way back when..." Sopmod stopped abruptly.
M4 looked down in sorrow. Ramirez patted her on the back.
"Let's say she's seen some action." Sopmod said bluntly, "but I'm sure she'll approve of you... eventually. Oh well let's hope she won't kill you."
"Jeez thanks Sop." Ramirez started to chuckle. He had a general idea of what M16 would be like: over protective big sister that could kick his ass.
Cpl. Dunn was walking with the Russians who looked like they were scared shitless. He decided to dissipate some of the awkward tension and try to strike a conversation.
"Soooo." He asked, "what did you two do before... this."
9A-91 began first, "I mean, nothing much. Just the military that was it. My free time was spent on training to perfection... look how it turned out now, I'm such a failure."
Cpl. Dunn immediately felt bad, "hey don't say that. I'm sure your not."
"How am I not then? I fail at my orders, get stuck in a BTR and get captured by you."
"I mean... could be worse. How about you 74?"
"Me?" She said pointing at herself, Cpl. Dunn nodded. "I was the same as her I guess. I came over here cause of the airport. I felt angry about what had happened, I wanted revenge for my fellow country men, but I don't think that's happening."
Not noticing the Rangers and the two Russians had made it down stairs towards the Presidents bunker. It was dark, creepy, and was only lit up by some green chem lights.
"I thought the presidents bunker was in the west wing?" Asked Ramirez.
"That's for the tourists this is the real deal. Now open it up." Said Sgt. Foley.
"This place is history... hope they got out in time." M4 quipped looking past the door.
Ramirez nodded along side M4, "yeah, whole place looks fucked."
The Ranger team went one by one past the door, "alright men and women." Sgt. Foley said, "what's coming up will be the most important battle in the war here. Be ready for anything, Hooah?"
"Hooah!" The Rangers yelled enthusiastically.
Sgt. Foley turned his attention to the two Russians, "you two better give us some intel on the light house."
Both gulped and nodded, "I.. we will. You did save us from the BTR, it's only fair I think."
"Ready M4?" Asked Ramirez.
M4 smirked and pounded her upper chest with her fist, "made ready."
Ramirez chuckled and punched her shoulder lightly, "let's do this."
Playing along M4 allowed him to go in front of her, "ladies first."
"Ohhh shut up."
A/N: and chapter is finished! I hope you have enjoyed the story so far!