Okay, let's get one thing fucking straight. I am sick and tired of people, especially brits for some reason, pronouncing the Potomac river like (Pot-awww-mak) pot as in cooking pot
…NO!
It is pronounced like (Putt-oh-mic) putt as in butt
Silent.
That's what most would call the early morning.
There was a stillness in the air. It did not help with the already unbearable stickiness in the air, a product of it being summer in a city built on a fucking swamp. One might hear an owl or a raccoon. Before the world went to shit, they might have heard taxis or emergency sirens.
All this, if it weren't for a massive battle playing out in the middle of the Potomac.
One could see the explosions all the way from the U.S Air Force Memorial, overlooking Arlington National Cemetery. The sheer noise from the battle easily drowned out any attempt at hearing the communications of the two warring parties.
"Agents get to the dock! We can't let Shaw escape the island." Manny ordered.
"Please, that is one thing I WILL not allow." Responded Sarah.
"Ma'am! We need to get you out of here!" Screamed an outcast tank.
Emeline Shaw began sprinting to an escape boat.
"Breaker-Breaker Two-Niner, do you have eyes on target?" Manny questioned.
"Negative! Negative!"
"Sir, the drones are having a tough time locking on targets with all the explosions!"
"Come on, come one, come on." Manny silently urged on, praying for his team.
"Watch out!" John-Francis screamed out as he hefted his machine gun into place and put rounds down range. Suppressing any return fire.
"Raptor, take Hemorrhage and flank 'em!"
"Copy! Let's go man!"
Exiting cover, Stryker put two pore rounds into the heads of two more outcasts.
Returning to cover, her comm piece blared to life.
"Agents! This is Boat 3! We have eyes on Shaw, she just got into a speed boat!"
"Damnit! See if you can delay them!"
"Copy!"
Turning to his friends, Corey Reynolds barked orders.
"Get the gun ready! J, get some more ammo."
"Wher-"
"It's just behind me here!" Cutting him off.
"Ma'am get down!" An outcast yelled.
He was soon cut down by a flail of gunfire.
"Get this thing on the water now!"
"I'm trying! I'm tryin-"
"He's dead!"
"Let's go!"
"Be advised agents. Shaw just got her boat on the water; you need to hurry!" Cindy McAllister told Alpha Tango.
"Copy! On the move!"
Alpha Tango sprinted towards the east coast of the island. Killing a massive Outcast, they finally reached the coast.
They were too late.
"Look! She's right there!" Lifting her finger, Jennifer pointed out to the water.
"Goddamnit!"
"Agents, we have her in our sights! Taking her"
"Negative Boat 3, fall back, we lost this one." Manny intercepted.
"No, no, we got this!"
Alpha Tango, standing useless on the beach, could do nothing but look in horror as Shaw's boat launched an RPG and blew up Boat 3.
Sarah was more than pissed.
"Boss. Come on, let's go." Hemorrhage said.
Stryker, finally tearing her eyes from the disappearing boat on the horizon, looked Hemorrhage in the eye. "Let's go? What the fuck just happened Grant?"
"We lost. Okay? We lost. It's time to lick our wounds."
Raptor and Thunderclap turned and left for the bridge. Hemorrhage turned and followed them. Taking out her pistol, Stryker put four rounds into the head of an already-dead outcast.
"What's our losses?" Shaw questioned one of her aides.
"We're still taking reports, but it seems to be that we suffered almost 60% casualty rate. What do we do now?"
"Now? Now we rebuild. Now we take the fight directly to the Division."
Shaw didn't know that they would take it to her first.
"Boss. Petrus is reporting that the Division took the Outcast's island."
"Good. I didn't expect them to be so useful. Has our informant checked in yet?"
"Negative. Any new orders to give him?"
"No. Tell them to keep playing their part."
"Yes sir. Anything else?"
"Dismissed."
"Sir." The man saluting before closing the door.
