Tiberium War

July 8th, 2041

Chapter 4 Disclaimer: I think you get the picture

We all met out side the house.

"Okay look." Began Havoc. "We have to keep moving and find these prisoners."

"Sir, if we keep losing men, there's no way we can take this city back, were completely out numbered." Teddy pointed out.

"You think I don't know that already. Look, take your mind off the 'what it's' and focus on our mission." Havoc said looking at the whole squad. "Besides, we have Para – troops on their way, so move out." Havoc turned around and headed down the street, we all formed a line and followed right behind him. We approached a corner store that was still intact, well for the most part anyway.

"Capitan?" Called out Tryson.

"What?" replied Havoc.

"Can we go see what we can find in this old candy store?"

"Were not here to shop Corporal." Havoc seemed very frustrated with the question. There was a humming noise coming from above, we all looked up, planes.

"Are they ours?" Someone asked, I'm not quite sure who it was. People began jumping from the planes and shortly there after a canvas would open up above them and ease their fall.

"Looks like our back up." Havoc assumed pleased that he had a little help. We waited to see if anyone dropped near our position, luckily three Allied G.I.'s did, we quickly met up with them.

"Pleased to see a friendly face." Gunner said approaching one of the G.I.'s. He was still taking off his parachute when he looked up and saw us.

"GDI." He said with a small smile. "Thank God, I was worried I would be on my own for this thing." The three men introduced them selves as Sergeant White who was a smaller man but with a rough look to him, he had scares on his face, he looked like he had seen a lot of action. Corporal Thomas, who looked like he had just graduated from high school. And Major Anderson, who was probably middle, aged with a lot of field experience behind him. He was about my height and was very serious at all times.

"Lets get moving, what the hell are we waiting for?" said Maj. Anderson in a stern and firm voice. We were in a grass field behind a house, so we walked back out onto the street where we had one of the biggest surprises of our lives.

NOD seemed to be waiting for us, as soon as we got the road machine guns roared out of open windows and infantry of all types opened fired. We moved quickly and split up into different houses. Myself, Tryson, Patch and Thomas all went into the house we were behind just moments ago. Inside my Helmet my mic switched to life, it was Havoc.

"All men, go from house to house and clear them out." The mic switched off.

We were in what looked like to be the living room; across from me was a doorway heading into the kitchen. About four NOD infantry were in there, they had tipped over a table and was using if for cover. We split up into two "Teams", Thomas and I went as close to the door as we could and stood just out side it, pressing up to the wall. The other two were on the other side of the door doing the same. Tryson tossed a grenade into the Kitchen. NOD troops panicked as the explosive landed, as soon as it went off, we used the smoke as cover and moved into the room firing. The smoke quickly cleared and we saw that NOD had been killed. "Reload." I yelled out. We turned around and headed back to the living room, and made a left, towards the next room. We slowly approached the doorway and peered in. A NOD flamethrougher spotted us and opened up. The doorway was on fire; two other NOD soldiers were in that room and began firing. We raced away from the door, back to the kitchen where we discovered Thomas's arm was in flames. Tryson raced to the sink and turned on the water, Tomas put his arm under the cool, liquid to put the fire out.

Bullets slammed into the wall behind us as NOD fired into the kitchen. I dove down behind the table and brought Tomas with me. He had got the fire out but it looked badly burnt. I didn't say anything and got to my knees so I could return fire. They took cover on the sidewalls from the doorway. I heard them talking. "Okay, light 'em up." I vaguely heard just before the flame througher stepped into the open and fired. The heat rose rapidly and got so intense, I could feel the sweat poor down my arms and chest from inside my suit. The table went up in flames and we had to push our selves back to the wall, this gave me a small chance to look around. The whole kitchen was a flaming hell, I saw Tryson laying on his stomach in the middle of the floor, and he looked like he was aiming his rifle. Then he pressed the trigger and sent the rest of his clip towards the flame througher. Small spits of blood flew from the enemy's arms and legs as he stopped firing and hit his knees. Tryson reloaded and fired again this time there was sparks coming from his Gasoline pack on his back where the bullets had hit. A wave of flame came from his back as it sent shrapnel flying threw the air. The fire engulfed the flame througher and the other two Nod troops who were screaming and rolling around on the floor.

"This place is on fire, we have to get out of here!" Yelled Thomas as he raced for the door we entered the house through. Tryson and myself followed him out, past the flaming NOD. I stopped and aimed my rifle at one of them.

"NO!" Yelled Tryson from just out side the doorway. "Let 'em burn!" I hesitated, and then ran outside to meet up with the other three.

"Where the hell were you?" asked Tryson angrily at patch who was standing out side.

"Trying to get help." He answered.

"You want to help? You could have helped out a lot in there." Screamed Tryson pointing to the house.

"S-sorry sir…" began patch.

"Forget it." Interrupted Tryson. "Just go find Doc." Patch raced off around the house.

"Where was he? We could have used his help." Asked Tryson, I shrugged my shoulders. There was gunfire off in the distance and an explosion.

"Let's go." Said Tryson as he began towards the next house. We approached is slowly as we walked up on the front porch. There was a glass sliding door in front of us, I could not see any one inside, I wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. I reached over and tried to open it but it was locked.

"Should have guessed as much." Muttered Tryson. I raised my rifle and brought it down on the glass door. It shattered all over the porch and floor inside the house. We slowly stepped over the glass and went inside.

"Tryson, I found Doc." A voice yelled from behind, it was patch. Tryson turned around.

"Shut up." He hardly got the words out of his mouth before a hailstorm of bullets flew towards us; all of us, including Patch hit the ground. Patch slowly crawled towards the porch. We were in what I think was once a dinning room, I rolled to my right and went under a table, I brought my rifle up and began firing threw a door way that led into the kitchen. I could see NOD troops behind a counter, their head would pop up every few seconds so they could fire, then disappear again. I stopped firing and turned my head to see where Patch was. He was on the porch and had just pulled the pin on a grenade.

"Fire in the hole." He screamed as he released it from his grip. The grenade landed on our side of the counter.

"Wait for it." Tryson yelled. The grenade went off, Tryson and Patch raced into the kitchen, leaned over the counter and fired downward. I crawled out from under the table and over to the counter.

The earth shook as an explosion went off outside, then again and again.

"Enemy artillery!" Screamed Thomas who was still out side on the porch, trying to help the pain in his arm go away. He ran inside the house and under the table. Beside me there was a staircase, NOD troops ran down the stairs towards us. We all turned to face them and fired. Bullets ripped through their suits and skin, splashing blood on the walls and floor. They collapsed to the ground, stumbling over each other and down the stairs. Screams of pain tore through the air and filled the house. An explosion shook the house and knocked us over. Debris and dust flew down the stairs, filling the room and staircase with a chalky filth. The house shook again; we all stumbled to our feet and raced back out the shattered glass door. An artillery shell had hit the house, the roof began to collapse in and the walls crumbled. We knew we had to get back inside a building; we ran down the street and went into the nearest house. We met up with Havoc, Gunner, and Deadeye inside the house.

"This one's clear." Gunner reported as we came through the door.

"Where's Doc?" I asked impatiently

"I have no idea." Replied Gunner. He turned on his mic. "Doc, make your way the third house from the intersection."

"Roger." Doc's static voice replied from the other end. It didn't take long for Doc to get to the house; within a few minuets he came running through the door and almost immediately saw Thomas.

"Lock?" I heard Havoc's voice come from behind me, I turned around and saw that he was talking to him threw his EVA unit.

"We have one casualty and another seriously wounded." Havoc informed Lock. I couldn't hear what Lock had said to Havoc but by the look on his face, it probably wasn't good news.

"Okay, listen up." Havoc called out. "Lock can't send us reinforcements yet, he didn't give me a reason. Also, medivac is not available." As he finished his sentence he looked at Thomas.

"I can make it, Sir." Thomas said in an uncertain voice. Havoc didn't question him.

"Okay, lets keep moving then." We all gathered ourselves, and approached the doorway, we all knew as soon as we went through this door NOD would be all over us.

"We all split up." Havoc began giving orders. "Into teams of three. Go, Go, Go!"