My Notes: Hey part two is here! This is the last part of linebacker. There will be no part three. There will be more chapters with action and combat though so don't give up hope just yet.

Any way Please R&R.

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

January 15, 2014. 1000 hours Undisclosed area in Michigan

Four black figures were sitting around a space heater in the middle of a small clearing. Delta squad had been hiding out for days in the forested area in south eastern Michigan. Just eight yards away under the cover of a portable shroud was parked the TA-33. Snow blanketed the ground and was constantly joined by a seemingly endless supply of snow flakes falling from the sky.

Some bushes rustled in the distance and all four armored figures wheeled around towards the noise only to find Delta two, six, and the pilot emerge from the foliage.

"Damn! Don't scare us like that you three! You're lucky we didn't shoot you." Said one of the figures.

"I'm not worried Delta four. You were never really known for your marksmanship skills." Replied a female voice, Delta 2.

"Good or bad aim, I'm just glad you didn't shoot!" Stated the pilot.

All of a sudden the radio crackled to life.

"This is outpost A27 to any Coalition forces! We are under heavy enemy attack! We need assistance. Repeat, we are in desperate need of assistance!" Shouted a panicked voice.

"Isolate and jam that signal, no need for half the state to attack!" Shot the 'Sarge', or Delta one.

The pilot rushed to the aircraft and activated its internal jamming system.

"All right. Outpost A27, this is Spec. Ops. Squad Delta of the 41st airborne. We have received your transmission and are inbound on your position." Spoke the 'Sarge'.

"Thank God! We're suffering heavy casualties, and the enemy has already made off with several of our vehicles. Your help is greatly appreciated! Over and out."

"Roger that." The 'Sarge' said as he shut off the radio. "All right people! Everyone grab your weapons and get to the ship. I think there might still be some hope for this state after all."

January 15, 2014. 1000 hours Coalition outpost A27

The figure that had emerged was pounding the incoming enemy forces with a hail of bullets. The troops were cut down to shreds and only a few managed to find cover. Seeming to forget I was there, the Coalition troops left themselves exposed to my position. I took full advantage and raised my rifle at the nearest of them and squeezed the trigger. The weapon spat one round before locking open… out of ammo.

"Shit!" I cursed to myself and ducked down behind the barrier.

I looked to my right and saw Sgt. Smith's weapon lying there. I grabbed it, pulled the cocking lever and slung my rifle over my shoulder. At this point I was being bombarded with a hail of gunfire. So I did the only thing I could, I lifted the submachine gun above my head and fired blindly over my cover, my arms straining against the recoil. The incoming fire paused for a moment so I jumped up and ran to the mass of parked vehicles. I hoisted myself into the turret of an M2A2 and brought the main cannon and missile launcher to bear upon the entry way where Coalition troops continued to flow in.

There was a thick stream of smoke as a missile shot forward. Then an immense fireball as it detonated, collapsing the wall, taking out the power line to the building, and blocking off any more troops from entering. The emergency lights flickered to life. Suddenly I sawa stream ofbright tracer roundspour in, slaughtering the remaining troops.

"Hey you!" Yelled the figure in a deep voice. "Man that Humvee's machine gun, we're getting the fuck out of here!"

"All right!" I panted. I had no idea how exhausting those few minutes of combat were.

My foot steps echoed through the building as I sprinted towards the Humvee that the mysterious figure had already started up. I entered the vehicle, popped the top hatch, climbed up into the hole, and rested myself against the padded stock of the tri-barreled weapon. The Humvee jerked forward and roared out into the daylight.

The vehicle sped through the complex, past burning vehicles and dead bodies. There was a sudden WHOOSH as a rocket was fired from a watch tower towards us. The driver swerved to the left and narrowly avoided the rocket which impacted into the road leaving a six foot crater. I opened fire and the weapon belched fiery death. The tower splintered and finally gave way as its structural integrity failed.

"Damn that was close!" Shouted the driver. "Heads up! The main gate is up ahead! We're breaking through!"

I saw our forces beginning their withdrawal, and the Coalition forces began to advance. The tri-barreled machine gun roared again as I let hundreds of more rounds down range to strike down the enemy and to provide cover for my retreating allies.

The humvee burst through the enemy line and out onto the main road.

"Oh shit! Incoming aircraft! Open fire! Take it out before it slaughters us!" I heard Justin from a nearby technical.

I swiveled the gun around looking for a target just in time to see the craft fire off two missiles…

My face paled, "Oh crap! We're screwed, we're screwed man!"

But it wasn't to be, thank God. The missiles impacted into the facility and obliterated it. The explosions sent a shockwave that nearly flipped over the vehicle.

"What the hell? Aren't we supposed to be dead? Why did they attack their own outpost?" Lt. Ash shouted.

"I don't know! All I care about is that they didn't shoot us!" I jeered.

Another figure appeared from a cluster of buildings and waved us down.

"Hey! Can you spare a seat?" It was Drew.

"Yeah, hop in!"

Suddenly the aircraft returned and began to vertically descend into the street. We all trained our weapons on it, just in case. I was holding my breath. My eyes watered as the wind was whipped around by the craft's slow descent. It deployed its landing gear and touched down, the engine whirred to a slow stop. It was a strange plane, all gray, and it was too bulky to be a fighter. So what was it?

A ramp then slammed open on the rear of the plane and six black armored figures marched out. Their weapons were non-reflective, matte black, bull pup style machine guns. One carried an unfamiliar sniper rifle. It was bulkier than normal and had no eject for shell casings.

One of them spoke.

"I am Sergeant Peter McAllister of Spec. Ops. Delta Squad of the 41st airborne. We are defecting against the Coalition and are here to help the Union in any possible way."

The canopy of the cockpit opened and a slender female pilot jumped down from the plane, she removed her helmet, revealing her bright red shoulder length hair, and walked up to the group of soldiers, taking her place by the Sergeant. Our eyes locked for a split second and I caught her cold, steely gaze from her gray eyes. It sent a small chill down my spine.

Lt. Ash walked up to the Sergeant, both were about the same height, as were the rest of the squad.

"How can we be sure that you won't betray us to the Coalition?" Lt. Ash asked them.

"Didn't you just see us annihilate that Coalition outpost?" Questioned the pilot, "We wouldn't have done that if we were with the Coalition!"

"All right. But you will all be kept under watch just so to be safe." Said Ash.

"So you don't trust us then?" Shot the Sergeant.

"God! Why won't any of you believe us when we say, WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE!" Yelled the pilot.

"I believe you." I looked around for who said that, then I found Drew. "I believe that they are telling the truth, that we can trust them. Who else is with me?"

"I am", "Me to", "So am I…" Everyone began to back up the newcomers. I joined in to, "And me!"

"Well that settles it. Looks like your with the resistance. You should follow us back to the HQ." Said Justin.

"At least check the plane for any tracking devices." Lt. Ash ordered.

The troops didn't have anything against it, and the search team found nothing out of the ordinary. The Lt. was quick to take off back to the HQ. And the squad jumped back into the ship and hovered back up into the sky.

Now the drive back was relatively uneventful. Someone always had an eye on the trailing aircraft as ordered by Lt. Ash. We would have arrived at the HQ sooner had it not been for the one M2A2 and the APC that two of the three surviving soldiers had managed to steal. They were somewhat slow compared to the trucks and Humvees, but it wasn't a real handicap, we were only traveling at 45 mph.

We arrived back at the HQ. It was the first time I had actually seen the outside in the daylight. It was an old abandoned military camp overgrown with vegetation. It was heavily obscured from view because of the trees growing around it. The installation was and unappealing building… the perfect hide out. Snipers were on the roof top, and stationary turrets were placed all over to provide blanketing fields of fire.

Some of the resistance fighters welcomed us with cheers. Others were quiet as they realized that many of our original number were missing.

"All right! You can take your ship down on the landing pad in the back!" Lt. Ash spoke into his microphone for his helmet radio.

The ship flew over the main building and dropped out of view. Our vehicles were brought around to the garage, but the M2A2 and APC were too large and had to remain outside of storage.

I had just climbed out of the Humvee when Lt. Ash approached me.

"What exactly happened to Sgt. Smith?" Lt. Ash asked sternly.

I looked away, "He… he was killed in the outpost. The Coalition forces nearly overran our position. If it weren't for that man over there in the trench coat then I probably wouldn't have made it either."

"I see. Well, with Smith dead we are going to need a new Sergeant for Echo squad. You seem to be the prime candidate for the position."

I was dumb struck. "Why… why me?"

"Your fellow soldiers told me about your actions to assist Sgt. Smith. You looked out for a fellow soldier that you never really knew. You are the perfect person to be Echo squad's leader."

"Hey Kid!" Corporal Farges was running out to meet us. His voice had finally come back to him.

"Kid? Is that what they're calling you now?" Justin yelled from across the garage.

"Not now!" Barked Lt. Ash. Then he turned to me, "Listen, from now on out you have been promoted. I'll talk to the Colonel about it later."

"Hey wait! What's up with all of this promotion business sir?" Asked the Corporal.

"Simple. The 'Kid' has just been promoted to the rank of Sergeant for his actions in the field." Spoke Lt. Ash.

"Whoa, congratulations Kid, I mean Sergeant!" The Lt. glared at the Cpl. for neglecting the proper military code of conduct.

"Thanks."

"Right, now I'll be off. The lunch is almost ready." And so Farges left.

"I have to leave to. I'll have to prepare a memorial service for those who died in combat today." And Lt. Ash departed.

'So now I'm a Sergeant… The leader of Echo squad. I won't let my men be killed. No… I won't let anything like this happen again. Not while I'm squad leader.'

"Hey! Are you coming to lunch or what?" Farges had just shot back to the garage.

"Yeah I'm coming. Just wait up for me. All right?"

More Notes Again: I know it isn't the best possible ending for a chapter but this how it is going to be. And because I am a seargent I will get a cool new weapon, and comand of a squad. Yay me. But poor Sgt. Smith is dead... oh well, I didn't like him all that much any way. He reminded me of the agent smith from The Matrix.

And so I will ask again to provide any possible ideas or advice as to what should be done. I'm not saying that I have no idea where the story is going, I have a pretty good vision of the future chapters.I just want ideas from my readers.