My Notes: So far so good. People read and people review. Thank you people.

Now back to more important matters (almost more important than my readers). This is chapter six, yay! War and battle. Note that this is a two part operation just cause I don't want to make you read a really long chapter. Aren't I thoughtful?

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"A house divided against itself cannot stand." Abraham Lincoln June 16, 1856

January 14, 2014. 2000 hours CIS Military HQ California

"Lieutenant!" Shouted the Coalition General.

A young man snapped to attention, "Sir!"

"Galseaky is taking too long in mobilizing his forces. At this rate the union might have enough time to launch a counter attack. I need you to patch a link through to him." Commanded the General.

"Yes Sir! I'll get it done." The Lt. rushed out of the room.

"Damn lazy ass. He doesn't expect me to fight the union on my own does he?"

"Off course not General." Said a sly voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once.

The General was startled, the Lt. never turned on the speakers when he left so how could Galseaky be speaking to him.

"Galseaky! Where are you?"

"Ha ha ha! You Americans are all the same." The voice was hysterical, "But my location ish off no importance. And what was that about me being a lazy ass? My forshes are already on their way. Just give them time General and I ashoore you that together we will crush the Union like the pathetic weakling it ish. And then the great empire will rise again and take America as its prize!"

"Yes, yes. That's fine and all, but what about my end of the deal? I'm not doing this for nothing you know." The General was becoming impatient.

"Like I haff told you before General, you haff nowthing to worry about. You shall receive your reward in due time."

January 15, 2014. 0600 hours Resistance HQ

We were woken at 0600 for the briefing, I had had better nights, and the fact the bunk rooms were musty didn't help, but this was war.

At the main briefing room, which was no more than an old conference room, I couldn't see Cpl. Farges anywhere, I suppose he wasn't selected to join in this operation. Justin was conducting the briefing, I was a bit surprised since only officers were usually in charge of briefings. It was then that I noticed the insignia on his left sleeve, and if I remember my military insignia correctly he was a Lieutenant just like Ash.

He continued to speak about operation linebacker, "This operation is simple, we are to assault a Coalition outpost near the edge of town, Outpost A27. We are to wrench some armored vehicles from the enemy camp in order to bolster our own firepower so that we can take back this city and later the entire state."

Many of those in the room cheered in approval as he spoke those words.

"Keep in mind that we take everything that is not nailed down, ammo, guns, food… you get the idea. Now you will be broken into five squads… Alpha squad will be under the leadership of Lt. Ash, Bravo squad will be under my command, Charlie squad is under the command of Master Sgt. Bacero, Delta squad will be led by SSgt. Burnham…"

I had no idea that Drew was in the resistance, I didn't even see him when we arrived last night. Perhaps it was because I never had a chance to thoroughly tour the HQ.

He continued in his commanding voice, "and Echo squad is under the command of Sgt. Smith. Now all of you should proceed to the armory for your weapons load out. And good luck."

We did as he commanded, and were each assigned a weapons locker which already had our weapons inside, however the squad leaders had their own unique picks for their weapons. Lt. Ash's wasn't anything special though just an M-16 with an M-203 grenade launcher, but the others were more specialized. Lt. Popovski equipped himself with an M-240 .30 cal. machine gun and an M-14C anti-tank rocket launcher. Master Sgt. Bacero loaded her P-90 submachine gun, while SSgt. Burnham was checking the sights for his S2 AM anti armor rifle. Finally, Sgt. Smith pulled a silenced MP-40 from his locker.

I found my locker and pulled from it an M-4 carbine, "basically a cut down version of an M-16," three grenades, four ammo clips, and a .45 cal model 1911 handgun. I slapped a fresh clip into the chamber of my rifle and pulled the cocking mechanism, which shut with a satisfying click.

I smirked, "I guess my fire arms training did come in handy after all."

"Alright, everybody move out to the Technicals and sort yourselves by squad!" Barked Justin.

I began to wonder how we were sorted into squads, but as I closed my locker I noticed that it had a name engraved in it… Echo. "Well, looks like I'm with Sgt. Smith."

As we marched toward the garage I dropped back a few paces to wish my friends good luck. "Hey, good luck guys, Justin, Ash, Drew, Bernadette. Don't get killed on me out there."

Justin scoffed, "Heh, like we'd get killed, we have experience fighting these Wisconsin bastards, you don't. I think you should be the one who tries to not get killed."

Ash stepped in, "Hey! Lay off, you just joined a few days ago too so I wouldn't be saying anything if I was you."

"Alright, alright. Sheesh I was just kidding." He sounded irritated. "So anyway good luck with the mission and try not to get shot."

I nodded, "You too Justin, you too."

We separated and boarded our Technicals. Basically, pickups or SUV's with armor plating and machine guns attached to the roof.

The roar of 250 horse power engines filled the building as the trucks sped out of the garage, fully loaded with ten members of the resistance per truck. The Technicals roared down the once peaceful street, now covered in the wreckage of destroyed vehicles, civilian and military alike. The road was slick with compacted snow and a mass of darkening clouds gathered above us.

Just two minutes into our excursion, we were ambushed. Eight Coalition marines had set up a choke point 2 miles from the outpost in some bombed out buildings that used to be a Mac Donald's restaurant and a local hobby shop.

They opened fire with M-16s and light machine guns. The sharp, continuous, staccato plinking of bullets bouncing off the armor plating on our Technicals drowned out the order of my superior. The fighters and I just scrambled out of the truck bed and dove behind the side of the truck that was not under direct fire from the Coalition marines. All of us but this young man.

I remembered him from the prison camp. He was a rough looking character with an attitude to match. I remember how the guards always had a hard time keeping control of him. He had a four inch long scar running down the left side of his angular face. He manned the .30 cal. machine gun mounted in the pick up truck's bed and fired in complete disregard of the Sgt. screaming at him to take cover.

I suppose this was his way of exacting revenge upon the soldiers that imprisoned him.

He gave a maniacal laugh, "Ha ha ha ha… you like this you bastards? Huh, do you want some more? Take it!"

He continued to fire like a man possessed, round after round, after round. He seemed like he would never stop, until he was hit in the right shoulder blade by a lucky pot shot from the engaged marines.

He clutched his shoulder yelling, "Shit, shit that hurts like hell!"

Then, the marines, taking advantage of this short lull in his firing, opened fire with everything they had. That man was riddled with an innumerable amount of bullets in four seconds before he finally collapsed and fell out the side of the vehicle, dead.

"Mark! No, they got Mark!"

I saw someone attempt to reach his fallen comrade, but the others held him back screaming in his face, "Just leave him! Can't you see that he's dead?" but to no avail. He broke free from their grip and rushed over to the man, but he only made it half way around the end of the truck before he too was cut down by the Coalition marines rebuking crossfire.

I saw the other Technicals open fire on the marines' positions, and for a second the oncoming fire stopped as the marines took cover from the hundreds of armor piercing rounds that swarmed their way. This gave Echo squad, including myself, enough time to prime several grenades and lob them over their cover and into the buildings. Any troops trying to escape the balls of death were torn to shreds from the combined fire from the Technicals and Echo squad… then came the massive detonation. The building the Coalition ambush team was hiding in, belched orange flame from every opening in its structure… debris rained everywhere, nothing could have survived such a blast.

We jumped backed into the truck, ignoring the now blood stained truck bed, and continued on to the Coalition outpost. The next two miles of roadway that separated us from the abandoned factory now being used as a military outpost was unguarded. I had no idea whether that was due to poor military planning on the enemy's part or what. I was just glad that for a few minutes at least, I didn't have to get shot at.

As we neared the old assembly plant for Ford's F-150 trucks, our motorcade of armored Technicals pulled behind several nearly destroyed buildings, and halted.

"All right. Every body out." our Sgt. ordered, "From here we are to proceed on foot to the factory, that way we won't alert them with the noise from our vehicles' engines. We will come around to the rear of the factory with Delta squad, while Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie teams attack the enemy. And we will procure from them some equipment that is rather unavailable at HQ. Once we have 'Borrowed' their vehicles I will signal to the others to pull back to HQ. Hopefully with this boost in firepower we will gain an edge over those Coalition bastards. So, move out!"

"Sir, yes sir!" Came the resounding reply.

But little did I know that this "Simple" operation, which was bad enough with two dead, would soon turn into a slaughter.

We marched the final five hundred yards to the old abandoned factory, Delta squad trailing a little ways behind us. We had just arrived at the final point of cover, a five foot snow covered hill with a few small trees and thick shrubs near the top, before a fifty yard open field dash to the back entrance of the storage facility. It was at this moment that the gathering clouds dropped their burden and soon a heavy snowfall ensued.

"Nice, anyone want to make snow angles?"

"Shut up you smart ass! do you want the enemy to hear us?" Sgt. Smith was highly annoyed at the man's remark. But the snowfall did serve one purpose, it would provide us some concealment from the prying eyes of Coalition troops.

Our Sgt. pulled out a set of binoculars and belly crawled to the top of the hill, taking cover behind the truck of a tree so as to present as little a target as possible to any possible sniper keeping watch in our direction. His all white camouflage blended almost perfectly into the pure white of the snow near the top of the embankment. If only I could say the same thing about my tattered street clothes and parka.

Sgt. Smith whispered into the boom of his mike. "This is Echo and Delta. We are in position. SSgt. Burnham, are you watching my back? I can't go in with my ass uncovered."

A few of my fellow soldiers silently chuckled to themselves.

"SSgt. Burnham here. Yeah Smith I'm in position, in fact I can see you all from here. Now hurry up and give me some targets, I've been dying to try this baby out." His voice was filled with anticipation. .

"Hold on there don't blow our cover! Wait until we are about to move, then fire on only the targets that threaten us. After we are inside you can go to town but don't forget to provide support when we call on you, and don't forget to fall back to the Technicals when we have completed our mission. Got it?"

His voice was barely audible, I felt that he was being a little too serious with the whole talking quietly since no one was around to hear him other than Drew.

"Yeah, I got it." He sounded a little disappointed, but I wouldn't blame him, after all it's not every day that you get the chance to use an anti armor rifle.

"Ok, now as soon as the perimeter guards are down I want you all to follow me across the field and into the storage building. Got it?"

"Yes sir!" Came our quick unanimous reply.

"Alright SSgt. Burnham, you know what to do."

"It'll be my pleasure." He could barely hide his glee as he spoke over the radio.

A split second later a sharp crack split the air in the distance.

"We'll have to find a silencer for that thing later. I still heard that and I'm almost a mile away." Sgt. Smith said.

Drew just continued and two more sharp cracks were heard in the distance, "One down… two… alright that's all of them. You guys are clear, I'll cover you."

And so we sprinted across the field towards the door that would not just lead us away from any unwanted sniper fire, but also bring us closer to the armored vehicles that we so desperately needed.

We stormed the room along with Delta squad, our weapons were raised for any possible threats… there were none.

"Alright, Delta squad, search the south end of the building for any weapons, and other supplies. Echo, follow me to the vehicle bay so we can… make a 'withdrawal'."

We split from there and rushed to the Northern corridor. Coming to a corner the Sarge halted us and took a quick look around for any activity. He motioned to us to ready our weapons, a split second later we rounded the corner in unison, weapons ready.

I took the scene in at a glance, four guards were chatting amongst themselves in the center of the hallway nearly fifty feet away from us, and another patrol was passing through a small door at the end of the corridor. That was our exit. I aimed my M-4 at the furthest of the guards by the door, no need for them to alert the rest of the base, and squeezed off a three round burst. The first bullet missed the guard completely, hitting the door jam, the other two were more accurate, both striking him in his back.

I didn't pay attention to what happened to him for I was already shifting my sights to the four guards in the hallway which had just un slung their rifles and were nearly ready to open fire. My seven other comrades and I fired in unison, a full auto fusillade of armor piercing rounds tore through the armed soldiers like nails would to butter. They fell, lifeless, to the floor, oozing red liquid from their wounds. We ignored this and proceeded to strip them of their ammo. Only one guard escaped through the door at the far side of the corridor, alerting his fellow soldiers as we stood there procuring the ammo from their lifeless forms.

"This is Smith to Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie teams, commence the operation, repeat commence the operation" He barked over the radio the commands that would bring in an entire platoon of infantry and two of the Technicals to open fire on the Coalition forces as a distraction so that we could sneak in and have an easier time taking the vehicles. Seconds later the sounds of gunfire confirmed that the other teams had received the order. "All right people, move! We have to get to the armored vehicles fast." Barked our Sgt.

We charged towards the door with no idea as to what would could be on the other side. The Sgt. kicked the door in and sped through the door way, quickly followed by me and the rest of the squad. We entered into a large hangar like building with rows of Humvees, APCs, and M2A2 heavy combat vehicles, which were basically small light tanks. The squad took cover behind several crates near the door hoping that no one would have seen us. Unfortunately, 15 enemy soldiers were lying in wait for the perfect time to strike.

The Sarge crept around the crates and slipped along the wall towards the garage door controls at the end of the room partially obscured from view by a low concrete divider. The rest of us began dispersing among the vehicles to pick out any with a full fuel and ammo load. The man on point had just turned around the end of an APC when the marines in hiding chose to attack. Bullets shot through the air in every direction, troops ran to and from cover, others collapsed on the spot as they were struck from multiple rounds, it was utter chaos. I primed a grenade and lobbed it over by a parked Humvee. The whole thing went up in a ball of fire and smoke, spreading shrapnel in every direction. I heard screams as several soldiers that were hiding behind it were engulfed by the blast. I ran towards my superior to protect him from the volley of fire that was pounding his position. I took note of four Coalition soldiers firing on him, and promptly went about to end their onslaught with a fragmentation grenade quickly followed by a burst of rifle fire.

"Hey thanks! Didn't expect that kind of help from a civilian." The Sgt. said.

"Just doing my part in kicking some Coalition ass." I joked.

The remaining five soldiers retreated. Just as I reached the Sarge I looked over my shoulder to see the others manning the vehicles and preparing to escape. Just then however a swarm of enemy troops charged into the building firing on the Sarge's, and my, position. I managed to duck in cover just in time, but Sgt. Smith wasn't so lucky. He took two rounds to the stomach, four to the chest, and one to the head… he didn't even know what hit him.

"Damn it!" I bellowed having just seen my superior killed I was filled with rage, and yet at the same time fear. "Damn bastards!" I leapt up from my cover and fired in full auto at the new attackers. Then a massive explosion shook the building and the main garage door was blown apart. Our soldiers already in their vehicles rushed out of there before any more enemy forces could come.

And through the smoke a figure appeared. He was big, burly, and had on a dark pair of shades, and a large brown trench coat. The Coalition soldiers were as easily confused as I was. No one knew what to make of him, until a split second later when he pulled from his trench coat two MAC 10 submachine guns, with extended clips, and poured fire onto the Coalition troops.

"Damn! Who the hell is that guy?" I was more enlightened to see a new ally then I was confused at his sudden appearance. But whoever he was he was surely the most insane bad ass that I had ever seen!

More of My Notes:Ever wonder why I don't just say author's notes? Well so do I.

Any way I hope you liked this chapter.