Part 3: Show time
Makeshift Airport, New Mexico ---------------- 12 hour since Airbase contact lost ----------------
Gerald looked at his digital watch, about 1 hour left. Gerald went to his tent to find that a M41 Carbine was loaded with all of his gear. Oh. Gerald thought as he put on his BDU suit and went to the armory tent.
The armory has tens of weapons such as RPGs, PSG-1, and other weapons. Since Gerald could take one more, he thought a sniper rifle would do the trick. He picked up the PSG-1 and loaded a 2.44 mm magazine inside it. Beep! Beep! His digital watch's alarm came off.
Dick Smalls, another captain ran in, and told Gerald to follow him. Gerald nodded and lifted the PSG-1 over his shoulder.
The five ospreys were fully loaded except for one, that would be his and the Corporals. "Gerald, this is Garrison. Remember, be on your guard and kill anything that is indeed hostile. Over." The radio went off, as the osprey began to pick momentum and fly over the desert sky. Everyone seemed silent as the ospreys began to see the airbase.
"Ok. We're almost there. Once we get there, scan all of the buildings. Once the outside has been cleared, go inside. We should see some survivors." Gerald ordered as the osprey landed. "GO! GO!"
All around the cabin guns were being loaded. Then Gerald jumped out, and his men followed him in pursuit. When the ospreys left to land in different areas of the base, there seemed to be no bodies and too quiet.
"Dominguez. What's your report?" Gerald asked over the radio eying the four ospreys on the ground. He could see ten men walking around it and one of them inside it. He saw that one of the faces was Dominguez's. "The ospreys are in check. But sir-"Dominguez started to say but stopped as he saw two dead marine bodies on the ground, with 1 inch holes through their head. "SNIPER!!!!" he yelled over the radio as the Gerald ordered his men to make a clean sweep over the area. "The Black Ops must have been here! General! Black Ops are here!" "How did they get there?!" "I don't know." "THIS IS GARRISON! SEND ALL MEN ON RED ALERT! MAKE SURE YOU ARE IN GOOD FIRING PLACES! BLACK OPS ARE COMING IN! 3 HELICOPTERS!" Gerald ran through the alleys with his men until they saw that they were on the control tower.
"Jim. I want you to take out any Black Ops that get around this tower. Ritter and Mendez will be your squad mates. The rest of us will sabotage the helicopters. There must be an armory around here." Gerald said. "There is. On the other side of the base." One of his men said. "OK! LET'S MOVE!" Gerald locked and loaded his M41 Carbine and ran out of the tower.
Makeshift Airport, New Mexico ---------------- 12 hour since Airbase contact lost ----------------
Gerald looked at his digital watch, about 1 hour left. Gerald went to his tent to find that a M41 Carbine was loaded with all of his gear. Oh. Gerald thought as he put on his BDU suit and went to the armory tent.
The armory has tens of weapons such as RPGs, PSG-1, and other weapons. Since Gerald could take one more, he thought a sniper rifle would do the trick. He picked up the PSG-1 and loaded a 2.44 mm magazine inside it. Beep! Beep! His digital watch's alarm came off.
Dick Smalls, another captain ran in, and told Gerald to follow him. Gerald nodded and lifted the PSG-1 over his shoulder.
The five ospreys were fully loaded except for one, that would be his and the Corporals. "Gerald, this is Garrison. Remember, be on your guard and kill anything that is indeed hostile. Over." The radio went off, as the osprey began to pick momentum and fly over the desert sky. Everyone seemed silent as the ospreys began to see the airbase.
"Ok. We're almost there. Once we get there, scan all of the buildings. Once the outside has been cleared, go inside. We should see some survivors." Gerald ordered as the osprey landed. "GO! GO!"
All around the cabin guns were being loaded. Then Gerald jumped out, and his men followed him in pursuit. When the ospreys left to land in different areas of the base, there seemed to be no bodies and too quiet.
"Dominguez. What's your report?" Gerald asked over the radio eying the four ospreys on the ground. He could see ten men walking around it and one of them inside it. He saw that one of the faces was Dominguez's. "The ospreys are in check. But sir-"Dominguez started to say but stopped as he saw two dead marine bodies on the ground, with 1 inch holes through their head. "SNIPER!!!!" he yelled over the radio as the Gerald ordered his men to make a clean sweep over the area. "The Black Ops must have been here! General! Black Ops are here!" "How did they get there?!" "I don't know." "THIS IS GARRISON! SEND ALL MEN ON RED ALERT! MAKE SURE YOU ARE IN GOOD FIRING PLACES! BLACK OPS ARE COMING IN! 3 HELICOPTERS!" Gerald ran through the alleys with his men until they saw that they were on the control tower.
"Jim. I want you to take out any Black Ops that get around this tower. Ritter and Mendez will be your squad mates. The rest of us will sabotage the helicopters. There must be an armory around here." Gerald said. "There is. On the other side of the base." One of his men said. "OK! LET'S MOVE!" Gerald locked and loaded his M41 Carbine and ran out of the tower.