Chapter 6: Museum of the Dammed
"Well we're royally screwed" Scott remarked as he looked out the museum window. "How the hell did they locate us?" Scott shouted over the noise that the drones made. "The drones have a program that hones in on enemy radio signals" shouted Sergi. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Scott said as he stared out the window in disbelief. Sergi said "Even though they survived the nuke I didn't expect their functions to be working." Scott thought to himself they certainly built their war weapons more durable than anything the Americans came up with.
Scott slumped down against the wall thinking he always thought he would die in the war but never in a museum killed by metal monsters. How ironic in years to come there would probably be a war exhibit on this useless war. Sergi shouted excited "I think we might be saved." Scott said "How are we suppose to fend off two dozen Terror Drones?"
Sergi dropped a pair of Russian X-45 shoulder mounted flak cannons he had secured from his dead comrades that had fallen in the museum. He added to the pile a half dozen grenades. Scott smiled,
"I see you have been busy, that sure will work." He picked up one of the flak cannons saying "show me quick how you operate this." Sergi noted that the laser designator was broken so he indicated to Scott to just point and shoot. "Fires a 20mm shell full of razor sharp explosive titanium shrapnel so that cover and note we only have 5 rounds."
Scott was already on the move saying "if you have to fire this manually, we should get to the second floor balcony, the stairs look like they will fall any minute, so the balcony will give us clear shots and if the drones try to advance forward on the stairs they will collapse under their weight."
Sergi and Scott wasted no time positioning themselves on the upper level, just as five drones made it into the museum through a large window. Scott pointed the launcher at the first group of drones remarking "Let's see what this thing can do." He fired the first shell into the group of drones. Exploding the shell released a ton of shrapnel that tore the museum floor and the drones to pieces. "Hell Yeah!" Scott exclaimed.
Suddenly a larger Terror Drone burst through the only door left standing. Instead of a single red strip on its back it had two. Sergi said."Shit, not one of those! Duck!!" Scott dove for the floor. On the Drone a hatch on its back opened revealing a machine gun that started blasting the position they held just seconds before. Neither Sergi or Scott had time to fire. "Dam the Drone is an MK-7", Sergi cursed. He thought they were still only in development. This Drone was designed to shred tanks all by itself. It had tougher armor and was designed with a 7.25mm machine gun so it could wipe out infantry divisions.
Scott stated, "why the hell did they have to mount machine guns on those things?" Sergi smiled "the higher ups were tired of infantry being able to take them out with rockets from a distance, so they mounted those weapons so that the Drones would be superior."
The men decided they had better make their way to the roof, for the Drone had metal piercing bullets that could rip up the balcony and them apart. As the men scurried to the roof, a single Chinook rescue copter was flying along the lake front. The pilot was going visual since receiving word that there might be survivors. The co-pilot said "Joe, over there." Joe turned his head and saw a building being flanked by Terror Drones, but even more surprising was two men firing Russian weapons at them. Joe realized that the men had only minutes until they were dead. He yelled to the back of the copter, "Mike Lock and load, looks like you are in for some target practice."
On the roof Scott and Sergi kept on firing at the advancing Drones who were no scaling the side of the building. Scott yelled "Dam, I'm out of ammo." Suddenly another MK-7 appeared firing several rounds, Scott took two into eh shoulder splintering his left humerus, while Sergi took one directly in the upper leg. Sergi whispered, "we're out of ammo and looks like we'd better start praying."
Over head came the sound of rapid fire weapons. Sergi and Scott looked up to see a helicopter hovering overhead, its gunner firing .50 caliber machine guns directly into the advancing drones. Simultaneously a ladder dropped fro the men. The gunner yelled, "Got your signal, get your asses up this ladder."
Scott and Sergi struggled despite their wounds up the ladder and into the copter. Mark yelled "Joe they're aboard, let's get the hell out of here." The chopper flew off at maximum speed over the lake.
Epilogue: Detroit AFB: October 8, 1973
Scott woke up to find himself in a hospital bed his entire left side throbbing, but his arm still intact. He noticed on the hospital table next to him several cards and a case of beer. Scott chuckled and thought it looked like he had a few admirers.
Sergi walked in an hour later on crutches. His leg would never be the same, he now had plates and screws replacing bone. "Scott your commanding officer accepted my defection pleas, considering I saved your life," he laughed. Scott remarked "So who will you be assigned to."
Sergi replied "that's the best part, since you're the only survivor of Chicago, they have promoted you to lieutenant, and have given you your own command, "I'm your teams new medic." Scott chuckled and said, "One things for sure the lord sure works in mysterious ways." Sergi cut in saying "Or he just plain likes us."
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"Well we're royally screwed" Scott remarked as he looked out the museum window. "How the hell did they locate us?" Scott shouted over the noise that the drones made. "The drones have a program that hones in on enemy radio signals" shouted Sergi. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Scott said as he stared out the window in disbelief. Sergi said "Even though they survived the nuke I didn't expect their functions to be working." Scott thought to himself they certainly built their war weapons more durable than anything the Americans came up with.
Scott slumped down against the wall thinking he always thought he would die in the war but never in a museum killed by metal monsters. How ironic in years to come there would probably be a war exhibit on this useless war. Sergi shouted excited "I think we might be saved." Scott said "How are we suppose to fend off two dozen Terror Drones?"
Sergi dropped a pair of Russian X-45 shoulder mounted flak cannons he had secured from his dead comrades that had fallen in the museum. He added to the pile a half dozen grenades. Scott smiled,
"I see you have been busy, that sure will work." He picked up one of the flak cannons saying "show me quick how you operate this." Sergi noted that the laser designator was broken so he indicated to Scott to just point and shoot. "Fires a 20mm shell full of razor sharp explosive titanium shrapnel so that cover and note we only have 5 rounds."
Scott was already on the move saying "if you have to fire this manually, we should get to the second floor balcony, the stairs look like they will fall any minute, so the balcony will give us clear shots and if the drones try to advance forward on the stairs they will collapse under their weight."
Sergi and Scott wasted no time positioning themselves on the upper level, just as five drones made it into the museum through a large window. Scott pointed the launcher at the first group of drones remarking "Let's see what this thing can do." He fired the first shell into the group of drones. Exploding the shell released a ton of shrapnel that tore the museum floor and the drones to pieces. "Hell Yeah!" Scott exclaimed.
Suddenly a larger Terror Drone burst through the only door left standing. Instead of a single red strip on its back it had two. Sergi said."Shit, not one of those! Duck!!" Scott dove for the floor. On the Drone a hatch on its back opened revealing a machine gun that started blasting the position they held just seconds before. Neither Sergi or Scott had time to fire. "Dam the Drone is an MK-7", Sergi cursed. He thought they were still only in development. This Drone was designed to shred tanks all by itself. It had tougher armor and was designed with a 7.25mm machine gun so it could wipe out infantry divisions.
Scott stated, "why the hell did they have to mount machine guns on those things?" Sergi smiled "the higher ups were tired of infantry being able to take them out with rockets from a distance, so they mounted those weapons so that the Drones would be superior."
The men decided they had better make their way to the roof, for the Drone had metal piercing bullets that could rip up the balcony and them apart. As the men scurried to the roof, a single Chinook rescue copter was flying along the lake front. The pilot was going visual since receiving word that there might be survivors. The co-pilot said "Joe, over there." Joe turned his head and saw a building being flanked by Terror Drones, but even more surprising was two men firing Russian weapons at them. Joe realized that the men had only minutes until they were dead. He yelled to the back of the copter, "Mike Lock and load, looks like you are in for some target practice."
On the roof Scott and Sergi kept on firing at the advancing Drones who were no scaling the side of the building. Scott yelled "Dam, I'm out of ammo." Suddenly another MK-7 appeared firing several rounds, Scott took two into eh shoulder splintering his left humerus, while Sergi took one directly in the upper leg. Sergi whispered, "we're out of ammo and looks like we'd better start praying."
Over head came the sound of rapid fire weapons. Sergi and Scott looked up to see a helicopter hovering overhead, its gunner firing .50 caliber machine guns directly into the advancing drones. Simultaneously a ladder dropped fro the men. The gunner yelled, "Got your signal, get your asses up this ladder."
Scott and Sergi struggled despite their wounds up the ladder and into the copter. Mark yelled "Joe they're aboard, let's get the hell out of here." The chopper flew off at maximum speed over the lake.
Epilogue: Detroit AFB: October 8, 1973
Scott woke up to find himself in a hospital bed his entire left side throbbing, but his arm still intact. He noticed on the hospital table next to him several cards and a case of beer. Scott chuckled and thought it looked like he had a few admirers.
Sergi walked in an hour later on crutches. His leg would never be the same, he now had plates and screws replacing bone. "Scott your commanding officer accepted my defection pleas, considering I saved your life," he laughed. Scott remarked "So who will you be assigned to."
Sergi replied "that's the best part, since you're the only survivor of Chicago, they have promoted you to lieutenant, and have given you your own command, "I'm your teams new medic." Scott chuckled and said, "One things for sure the lord sure works in mysterious ways." Sergi cut in saying "Or he just plain likes us."
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