Ace Combat: Joint Assault
Chapter 17:Alarm Clock
San Francisco, California, United States, June 8th 2016, 00:30 Hours; Weather: Nighttime, clear skies
A group of business men were having champagne in Olivieri Life Insurance's headquarters and chatting happily about the Golden Axe Plan.
-The Valahia's betrayal sure had me shaking in my boots...-said one of them.-But our boy Olivieri, he had it all under control.
-And the gravy is that now there are fewer people who know about the Golden Axe Plan.-replied another man.-Less hands, more pie. If anything, he made us richer, right?
-Oh no, no. Not yet. This is just pennies.-replied the first one.-I'm still expecting Mr Olivieri to make us A LOT more money.
The business men laughed afterwards. Meanwhile, Andre Olivieri was apart from the group, when he spotted a man with messy brown hair and a goatee by the side of the elevator, out of the room, with some papers in his hand. Olivieri headed to the man, who was no other than Milosz Sulejmani.
-The PMC led by a man named Burford has found out the truth about the Golden Axe Plan.-Sulejmani said once Olivieri was close enough, showing him the papers.
-Is he from your old roost?-Olivieri asked, as he pushed the elevator button.
-They are righteous fools. They will move to stop us from our next plan.-answered Sulejmani. Once the elevator arrived to the 30th floor and the doors opened, Olivieri stepped into the elevator, but not before Sulejmani could ask him another question.-What shall we do, Mister Olivieri?
-Why not do what you're hired to do? I'll give you the money AND the ammunition. You do the rest. Just make sure you kill everyone who knows the plan!-Olivieri replied, angrily. He pushed the ground floor button, and before the doors closed, he concluded.-That'll be all... Mister Sulejmani!
Sulejmani stood where he was, contemplating about how he would deal with the squadron that had defeated him weeks ago.
Milosz Sulejmani was born on October 12th 1978, in a small town in the east of Serbia. He was the only son of a young couple who lived in extreme poverty conditions. On 1985, when he was only 7, he was sold off by his parents to a local militia, and became a child soldier. His traumatic experiences led him to worship money, believing that it would allow to buy back everything he had lost since the day his parents sold him. Sulejmani hated his parents for what they had done to him and, when he was just 16, he took his revenge. Armed with an assault rifle, a pistol and a combat knife, he broke into their home and killed both of them, leaving the corpses inside the home, without bothering to bury them. However, his thirst for money was not quelled. He kept fighting during numerous conflicts until he joined Martinez Security when he was 24. Since the first day, he piloted multirole planes, which allowed him to destroy both air and ground targets and thus make lots of money. Five years after joining Martinez Security, he managed to buy an F/A-18F Super Hornet, just eight years after its introduction in the USN. It was on that year when he first met Hansel Foulke, a German youngster who seemed as tortured as him. Sulejmani thought that Foulke would be someone who would worship money as much as he did. However, Foulke interacted with him very few times, and thus, Sulejmani could not guess why did he fight. The few people who managed to talk to Foulke were his wingmen, and none of them lasted more than a handful of weeks. Sometimes Foulke spent months flying alone, refusing to have Sulejmani as his flight lead.
More recently, an ex-USN pilot, Marlene Davenport, had been hired by Martinez Security. Sulejmani and his wingmen thought that they could get her to trust them, but she also turned out to be as righteous as Foulke, who, despite his attitude, was unbribable and loyal to a fault. His wingmen, Daniel Oruma, an ex-JASDF pilot, Faryd Gaviria, a former Colombian boxer, and Tolya Kiriakov, a mafia man, were more loyal to him than they were to Martinez Security. The day Olivieri contacted them, offering a large sum of money in exchange for joining the Valahia as double agents, none of them had to think it twice.
Olivieri, meanwhile, was heading to the ground floor.
-"I hope the new plane I requested is ready."-he thought.-"Furthermore, I should be tracking those PMCs by now, but I haven't been able to locate them since they left Iyuli. But why is that possible!?"
Midway Islands, June 9th 2016, 09:00 Hours; Weather: Sunny, clear skies
Hansel Foulke just woke up. He had breakfast and headed to the gym, expecting to find Marlene Davenport there. Surprisingly, Davenport was not in the gym, and there was no sign that she was in her bedroom either.
Foulke was sure that Frederick Burford would be very busy trying to get as much military support as possible, as well as digging out as much about the Golden Axe Plan as possible. Foulke then decided to take a walk along the runway and enjoy the morning breeze. He had walked for a handful of minutes when he heard some rustling and splashing on the beach.
What he saw after turning his head toward the noise left him speechless.
Davenport was getting out of the water, in a tight swimsuit, which showed her feminine curves and gracile legs. Her red hair, which usually fell on waves over her shoulders and up to her shoulder blades, was slicked back. Her soaked skin was glittering as the morning sunlight reflected on it. Foulke couldn't help but stare as Davenport picked up a white towel and dried herself a bit.
Eventually, Davenport noticed Foulke staring at her. Much to her surprise, she didn't find it unsettling. Normally, she would snap at anyone if they stared at her like that, but something about Foulke felt different. Davenport couldn't help but find his reaction amusing.
-Hansel, if you open your mouth just a little more, you might be able to store an An-225 inside.-she said, smiling slyly.
-Oops! Sorry, Marlene!-Foulke apologized, his whole face redder than Davenport's hair, as he covered his mouth in embarrassment.-I-I was just looking for you, but...
-Easy, nervous wreck.-said Davenport.-Calm down and tell me what do you want.
-Well, the mechanics said that our planes would be ready by today.-said Foulke.-I thought you might wanted to check them out.
-Of course.-said Davenport, as she covered herself with the towel.-Wait for me by the hangar. I'll wear my uniform and catch up with you.
Davenport headed to the HQ building, while Foulke headed to the hangars and waited for his wingman by the hangar's doors. He was a bit embarrassed for his reaction to Davenport. Her image had been burnt in his eyes, and much to his dismay, he couldn't shake it off.
-Hey, Hansel!-said Davenport, having arrived two minutes after heading to her room.-Let's go and check the planes.
Shaken from his stupor, Foulke followed Davenport into the hangar. A mechanic, who had light brown hair and hazel eyes, was checking both airplanes. The F-15S/MTD had the ACTIVE paintjob, which consisted on a white body with red and blue stripes on its wings, tails and rudders, along with a black nose stripe. The Su-37 had the standard mustard and brown camo with white radome and black nose stripe.
The mechanic noticed the pilots entering the hangar and headed towards them. Unlike the pilots, who were wearing a multi-tone grey digital camo, the mechanic had blue overalls.
-You two must be Davenport and Foulke.-said the mechanic.-I'm Dennis Hoskins. Pleased to meet you two in person. I've got some news about your planes.
-Is anything wrong, mister Hoskins?-asked Foulke.
-You can call me Dennis.-said Hoskins.-I've found that both planes have some sort of tracking device.
-What?-asked Davenport.
-It's integrated in the whole plane.-said Hoskins.-The control systems, the radar, the weaponry... The people who installed it know even if you OBOGS system is working or not. The only thing that are not tracked by the tracking system are the ejection seats.
-Do you have any idea of who could've installed it?-asked Davenport.
-Not a clue.-said Hoskins.-There are no markings, no serial number,… Not a clue.
-We'll test the planes later.-said Foulke.-Marlene, let's talk to Burford first.
-OK.-said Davenport.
The two pilots left the hangar and headed to the HQ office.
-I suspect that whoever put that tracking device in our planes was someone within the Golden Axe Plan.-said Foulke.-Also, I've heard some nasty rumors.
-It's not just mere rumors.-said Davenport.-I've heard that Leblanc was found dead in his manor in Paris. It's been claimed that the reason behind his death was a burglary that went wrong, since most of his money was taken. However, I'm certain that Olivieri plotted his death, since Leblanc had objected against Olivieri.
-This Olivieri is more dangerous than I thought.-said Foulke.-He may have even put some moles in this base. We'll have to keep our eyes peeled and trust no one.
-Well, we can always trust Burford.-said Davenport.-And each other.
-I guess you're right.-answered Foulke.-Things are already very fucked up without us lunging into each other's throats, fearing when our co-workers will stab us in the back.
Some minutes later, they arrived to Burford's office. Davenport knocked on the door as soon as they arrived.
-Come in.-said Burford.
Both pilots entered the office. Apparently, Burford had made some phone calls that day.
-Davenport, Foulke, how are you doing?-asked Burford.
-We're doing rather fine, but, when the fighters were rebuilt, some tracking devices were found in them.-said Foulke.-Davenport and I are afraid that the Golden Axe Plan might be behind this, so we'd appreciate it if you could get us some new fighters.
-I'll see what I can do.-said Burford.-But in any case, I'll have to order the fighters from the mainland, so for now you'll have to make do with the F-15S/MTD and the Su-37.
-Thank you anyway, Burford.-said Davenport.-We'll test the planes right away.
-Not at all. I'll be with the radar operators in case anything goes wrong.-said Burford.
Davenport and Foulke headed to the hangars again. With the help of Hoskins and another mechanics, the F-15S/MTD and the Su-37 were rearmed and refueled. Minutes later, Davenport got in the Su-37, and Foulke, in the F-15S/MTD. They took off and flew for half an hour before landing again, without any problems with the airplanes or emergencies. While the F-15S/MTD was faster and sturdier, the Su-37 was more stable and maneuverable.
After the flight, Burford approached the two pilots.
-Davenport, Foulke, I've called our contacts in the mainland, and they might be able to bring a Typhoon and a Rafale M. They'll have to be built here, and the planes will arrive by tomorrow.-said Burford.
-I see.-said Foulke.-Thank you, Burford.
-Also, I've contacted some people to have company ground forces. They're waiting for us in the mainland.-said Burford.
-Glad to hear it.-said Davenport.-We're gonna need all the help we can get.
-You can say that again.-said Burford.-Have a good rest. We'll be heading to the US as soon as we get the new planes.
The two pilots headed to the base's cafe to have something to drink and eat after their flight.
-So, Olivieri and his Golden Axe Plan private army was behind this conflict the whole time.-said Davenport.-What role would the Valahia play in this?
-Maybe the Valahia was with the Golden Axe Plan before turning on them.-said Foulke.-My guess is that Olivieri Life Insurance provided them with the necessary money to produce their war machine, believing that the money they offered was enough to buy the Valahia's loyalty. However, Dumitrescu and his men, whom Olivieri believed dogs he could control with a leash of money, turned out to be wolves clinging to a fantasy of stalinism.
-So, basically, the Valahia was hand-fed by Olivieri before they changed their mind and bit his hand, right?-said Davenport.-And after that, Olivieri funded the IUPF and used the mercenaries to take the Valahia out. It's scary.
-And I guess that knowing that Olivieri is behind this puts us in the line of danger.-said Foulke.
Davenport nodded.
-We'll have to take that prick before he takes us out.-said Foulke.-Not just to get him back for using and manipulating us, but to save the world from his evil schemes.
-It would be a disaster if he could get away with his plans.-said Davenport.-By the way, do you want to spar a bit later?
-Sure, why not?-said Foulke.-It might be a good way to get our minds off this Golden Axe Plan thing for a while.
-Very well, then.-said Davenport.-We'll meet in the gym at 18:00 hours. See you later, Hansel.
After that, Davenport stood up and headed to her room. Foulke left the cafe a bit later and returned to his room to have some rest.
Midway Islands, June 9th 2016, 18:00 Hours; Weather: Sunny, clear skies
Hansel Foulke had just arrived to the gym. Marlene Davenport was waiting there, practicing with the punching bag.
-Hey, Marlene.-said Foulke, walking into the gym.-How are you doing?
-Just fine.-replied Davenport. She headed toward him and got into a fighting stance.-Ready for a spar?
Foulke smirked and prepared for Davenport's attack. Davenport attacked just a second later. Unlike their skirmish in Tokyo, this was a more relaxed combat, even though they still made full contact. Davenport had Foulke against the ropes, but Foulke also held back a little, since he was not willing to go too far.
However, he could see some weak points in her combat strategy.
-Marlene, you're very good in the offensive.-Foulke complimented, as he dodged a high kick from Davenport.-But sometimes, you let our guard down.
-You've really got some nerve, Hansel.-replied Davenport, as she blocked a punch from Foulke.-I'm kicking your ass big time!
After another minute, Foulke saw an opening in Davenport's attack.
-Gotcha!-he boasted, as he swiped her left leg.
Davenport fell to the floor, having to extend her arms and lower her head to avoid hitting the floor with the back of her head. Before she could even prepare to stand up again, Foulke pinned her to the floor.
-I warned you, didn't I?-asked Foulke.
-Alright, alright, you win.-said Davenport, exasperated. After that, with a sweeter voice, she asked.-Now, could you please let me go?
Foulke couldn't help but comply. Davenport's green eyes were filled with sincerity. However, as soon as he let go of her, Davenport smirked, pushed Foulke to the floor and pinned him down before he could react.
-Now who's let the guard down?-asked Davenport.
-Hey, that was cruel!-complained Foulke.
-Hahaha, sorry!-Davenport apologized, letting go of Foulke.-However, you should never assume that your enemy would not try to defend themselves until the very end.
-I know.-said Foulke, standing up.-But still, this was supposed to be a friendly spar, Marlene!
-Of course. That's why I let you go.-said Davenport.-Had this been a real combat, you'd still be struggling on the floor.
Foulke sighed.
-In any case, you were right.-Davenport said.-I did let my guard down before.
-As I said, you're very good in attacks.-said Foulke.-But, if someone notices a weak point in your strategy, you're doomed. Also, remember, that the rules of CQC apply just as well in the air.
After taking a shower, both pilots headed to the cafe to have something to eat. At 22:00 hours, they got to bed, since the transport ships were expected to arrive the next morning, and they wanted to help in anything.
However, neither of them were prepared for the next morning.
Midway Islands, June 9th 2016, 05:45 Hours; Weather: Sunny, clear skies
Frederick Burford was waiting for the cargo ships to arrive when the air raid alarms went off.
-What's going on?-said Burford, contacting the tower control operators.
-We're under attack!-replied the radar control operator.-Unknown hostile fighters approaching from the northeast! ETA, 15 minutes!
-They don't miss a beat...-said Burford. He reached the intercom and said:-Antares squadron, scramble! The Golden Axe Plan has sent a squadron to bomb this island!
Marlene Davenport was the first one to awaken. Without even taking her pajamas off, she jumped into her flight suit and headed to Hansel Foulke's room.
-Hansel! Wake up!-she shouted, as she banged the door as hard as she could.-We've got hostile planes incoming!
Foulke scrambled out of his room, wearing his flight suit over his pajamas. They ran as fast as they could to the hangars, where Dennis Hoskins was refueling the planes. Foulke climbed into the F-15S/MTD's cockpit, and Davenport, into the Su-37's.
-You have enough fuel for about 20 minutes of flight before having to refuel.-Hoskins warned.-Keep that in mind.
-We'll try to use our fuel sparingly.-replied Foulke.
The two fighters taxied to the runway. Burford's E-767 was behind them.
-Antares squadron, these bandits are here to eradicate all who know the truth about the Golden Axe Plan.-Burford said.-We can't allow that to happen! We must reach US land and stop their plan!
-Roger that!-said Davenport.-Hansel, let's take out those fighters!
-Said and done, Marlene!-said Foulke.
Both planes took off rapidly. However, it was 05:55 by the time they took off. To make matters worse, when Canopus was about to take off, one of its engines began to malfunction.
-Damn it! Not now!-said Canopus.-Antares squadron, we are not able to take off. Eliminate hostile forces.
-We're tracking 24 bandits escorting a formation of 6 bombers.-said Antares 1.-Their radar signature is very low. Maybe they're B-2A Spirits.
-That's not good.-said Antares 2.-Those bombers are armed with heavy guided bombs. If they hit the base, it's over.
There were F/A-18Fs, F-2As, Typhoons, Rafale Ms, Su-35Ss and JAS-39 NGs, 4 of each class escorting one of the six black B-2As. The F/A-18Fs had a multi-tone grey digital camo; the F-2As had a brown and green camo with black radome; the Typhoons had a bottle green paintjob with a grey radome; the Rafale Ms had an two-tone grey paintjob; the Su-35Ss had a multi-tone jagged blue camo with grey radome and black nose stripe; and the JAS-39 NGs had a forest green and brown camo with black radome. All of them sported an emblem which resembled a black tear-shaped shield with two golden axes in a cross-shape, a smaller axe pointing downwards at the bottom of the shied, 16 golden diamonds to each side of the shield, and a golden ribbon with the words "Golden Axe Plan", in black.
The first two waves to attack were the B-2As escorted by the F-2As and the JAS-39 NGs.
-Antares 2, take care of care of the bombers.-said Antares 1.-I'll keep the escorts busy.
-Said and done!-answered Antares 2.-Those bombers are not getting any closer.
Antares 2 headed towards the bombers, while Antares 1 fired a couple of missiles on one of the F-2As and his guns on one of the JAS-39 NGs, shooting down both planes. The remaining six planes spread out and tried to engage him. At that moment, however, an F-2A and a JAS-39 NG's pilots spotted Antares 2 attacking the bombers and shooting one of them down with her missiles and guns, and turned around to engage her.
Antares 2 had to disengage the second bomber to avoid the enemies' attacks. Antares 1 was too busy taking out the other four planes to help her. Antares 2 turned around as tightly as she could to avoid a volley of missiles fired from the F-2A and the JAS-39 NG. She was able to dodge the missiles, and, reacting quickly, she fired her guns on the JAS-39 NG, shooting it down. The F-2A dodged the JAS-39 NG's debris, but that left his six wide open for Antares 2, who fired two missiles on him, destroying the F-2A. After that, Antares 2 spotted the B-2A, which, much to her chagrin, was getting closer to Midway rapidly. Antares 2 sped up to reach the B-2A, which began to sway from side to side, in a desperate effort to shake Antares 2 off. Unfortunately, the Su-37 was way more maneuverable than the B-2A, and managed to fire two missiles on the bomber, dealing a moderate amount of damage. Antares 2 fired her guns as soon as she got within range, and before the B-2A got within range to drop its Modified Guided Penetration Bombs, it was shot down, ripped in half by Antares 2's fire.
Meanwhile, Antares 1 had managed to shoot down all of his enemies. However, there were still four bombers left, and their escorts were not willing to let their enemies get away with the deaths of their allies.
The F/A-18Fs and Su-35Ss escorted the next two bombers in their attack run.
-Antares 2, it might be a good idea to use our SAAMs and QAAMs against the escorts.-said Antares 1.
-We only have six of them each, so we'll have to use them sparingly.-answered Antares 2.-Let's use two of them on the escorts for now.
After that, Antares 1 fired a couple of SAAMs on two of the F/A-18Fs while Antares 2 attacked the Su-35Ss with QAAMs, shooting two of them down. The remaining Su-35Ss and F/A-18Fs broke away and ganged on their enemies. Antares 2 was chased by the F/A-18Fs, which, to her judgment, was a poor choice, since her Su-37 was more maneuverable than the Su-35S, which could outturn the F/A-18Fs. When the F/A-18Fs fired on her, she turned left hard to dodge the attack, getting behind the F/A-18Fs. While one of them broke apart, Antares 2 fired her guns on the second one, shooting it down. The last F/A-18F had managed to avoid the attack, and it was turning around to shoot down Antares 2 when she got a lock on to her enemy and fired two missiles. One of them missed its target, but the damage was already done. Antares 2 fired her guns on the enemy fighter and shot it down.
Antares 1 had already managed to shoot down both remaining Su-35Ss and one of the B-2As, while the last one had broke away and was flying at low altitude to avoid Antares 1. Focused on avoiding Antares 1, the B-2A pilots didn't realize that Antares 2 had engaged them until it was too late. The attack came from their 8 o'clock above. A hail of gunfire shut down the engines, sending the B-2A skimming over the sea until it crashed and exploded.
The last two B-2As, escorted by Typhoons and Rafale Ms, approached fast. Antares 2 switched to QAAMs to shoot down the Typhoons, while Antares 1 attacked the Rafale Ms using his SAAMs. Each of them shot down two bandits, with the other two Rafale Ms and two Typhoons spreading out after the attack. Antares 2 followed one of the Typhoons and shot it down using a QAAM. However, just after Antares 2 shot down the Typhoon, the last one fired on her, barely scratching her Su-37 with its guns. Pulling a Kulbit maneuver, she evaded her attacker and used her last QAAM to shoot down the last fighter.
Antares 1 had already shot down the Rafale Ms and was chasing the B-2As. Antares 2 joined in and attacked one of them, with Antares 1 attacking the other one. It took four standard missiles to take each of the bombers out, but the Antares squadron managed to destroy both B-2As before they could drop their MGPBs on Midway.
-Hostile forces are dwindling.-said Canopus.-Push through and finish them off.
Antares 1 was about to reply when he and Antares 2 spotted a faint radar blip to the north.
-What the...!? This signal wasn't there a moment ago!-Antares 2 said.
-Could it be...?-said Antares 1. He then remembered, with a shudder, what kind of aircraft emitted that signal.-Sir, it's the same aircraft we shot down in Tokyo!
Antares 2's blood froze.
-The Orgoi!?-she asked, trembling.
-All crew, target their AWACS.-said an unknown voice over the radio.-Prepare bomb drop.
-Antares squadron, keep them from bombing us at all costs!-ordered Canopus.
The Antares squadron streaked toward the bandit. It turned out that Antares 1's guess was correct.
It was an Orgoi-class gunship. However, unlike Valahia's Orgoi, which was jet black, this Orgoi was a bit paler, with silver trims on the outer edges of the wings. It was protected by eight AA guns and two SAM launchers. It also had a couple of bomb bays on the rear lower fuselage. The Antares squadron wasted no time in attacking the bomb bays, but were chased off by a hail of bullets fired from the AA guns and two SAMs that were fired on both of them. While the Antares squadron shook off the missiles, the Orgoi kept on its way towards the Midway Islands. In a desperate effort to stop the Orgoi, Antares 1 and Antares 2 switched to XLAAs and XMAAs and fired a volley as soon as they got a lock for each missile. Antares 1 managed to take out two AA guns and the two SAM launchers on the top side of the Orgoi, while Antares 2 destroyed two AA guns on the lower side of the Orgoi and the two bomb bays.
-Hostile reinforcements coming in from the northeast.-reported Canopus, as the Orgoi sped up and turned to the west.
Four F-15SEs and four Su-30MKIs approached from the northeast. The F-15SEs had a two-tone blue camo with grey radome, and the Su-30MKIs had a two-tone brown camo with white radome. The Antares squadron attacked the bandits with their last long-range weapons. Two Su-30MKIs and two F-15SEs were shot down, and the other four aircrafts counterattacked. Antares 2 engaged the F-15SEs, shooting one of them with her guns and the other one with missiles. Antares 1 used two missiles, firing one on each of the Su-30MKIs before dispatching them with his guns.
However, the Antares squadron's relief was short lived, since the Orgoi had turned around and started a second bombing run, this time protected by four CIWS, two on the top and two on the underside, controlled by two FCUs on the top of the plane, along with eight AA guns scattered across its airframe.
-We can't afford to take fire from the Orgoi-class aircraft!-said Canopus.
-Understood!-replied both Antares 1 and Antares 2.
-Target immobile.-said a member of the Orgoi crew.-Don't miss now!
Antares 1 and Antares 2 fired on the two bomb bays on the rear of the Orgoi, but the CIWS shot down the missiles.
-Antares 2, I'm going to take out the FCUs on the Orgoi.-said Antares 1.-Wait for my signal.
-Just hurry up!-said Antares 2, as Antares 1 headed toward the Orgoi.-If that thing drops its bombs on Canopus, it's over.
Antares 1 fired a couple of missiles on the FCUs. Both missiles were intercepted by the CIWS. However, that was part of Antares 1's plan. Just a second later, he fired his guns on the FCUs, destroying both of them in a single pass. The CIWS were shut down.
-Now! Destroy the bomb bays!-said Antares 1.
Antares 2 fired a missile on each of the bomb bays. Unfortunately, a single bomb was already dropped from the Orgoi. While it did not hit Canopus, it hit the weapon storage hangar, resulting in a violent explosion.
-We're taking fire!-said a voice, which belonged to Hoskins.-Firefighter unit, hurry up and put out that fire!
While the firefighters scrambled to put out the fire, the Antares squadron chased the Orgoi away from Midway.
-Antares squadron, aim for the rear engines.-ordered Canopus.-Drop them into the Pacific!
-Roger that.-said Antares 1.-Antares 2, take care of the right engine. I'll destroy the other one.
-I'm on it like butter on toast.-replied Antares 2.
Both pilots wasted no time in attacking the engines. Dodging the AA guns' fire, they fired their missiles and guns on the enemy gunship.
After a short attack, both engines exploded, and the Orgoi-class gunship began to lose altitude, until it finally crashed into the Pacific Ocean, a handful of miles to the east of the Midway Islands.
-Confirmed destruction of large aircraft.-said Canopus.-Good work, Antares squad.
-Thank you, Canopus.-replied Antares 2.-But both Antares 1 and I are low on fuel and ammo.
-If you could clear the runway, you'd be doing us a great favor.-said Antares 1.
-Roger that.-said Canopus, as the ground crew pulled the damaged E-767 out of the runway.
Antares 1 and Antares 2 landed just a handful of minutes later. The ground crew had finally put out the fire, but the cost was steep: all the special weapons reserves had been destroyed in the fire, and only a moderate amount of standard missiles and cannon rounds had been salvaged. Fortunately, there was still a large amount of fuel left. The ground crew refueled and rearmed the planes.
Once the planes' ammunition and fuel were replenished, Antares 1 and Antares 2 taxied to the runway. Canopus' E-767 had been stored inside one of the intact hangars, and Burford had headed to the control tower.
-There's another favor we need to ask of you.-he said, as Antares 1 and Antares 2 prepared for takeoff.-Our supply ships are coming in from the east. Rendezvous with them and provide air support.
-Affirmative.-said Antares 1.-Antares 1, taking off.
-Antares 2, taking off.-said Antares 2.
Both pilots took off as fast as their agile planes allowed them. They flew to the east for a few minutes before tracking a group of four ships.
-This is Burford.-said Burford on the radio.-Supply ship "Orca", respond.
After that message, a loud, earsplitting screech was heard. Antares 1 and Antares 2 almost lost control of their planes.
-Cano...-said a voice over the radio.-...co..?
-Orca, come in! Orca!-said Burford.-Antares squadron, you've gotta hurry!
-Cano... We can't... much longer!-said the captain of the leading ship.-We're... targ... hostiles... massive aircraft!
It wasn't long until the Antares squadron saw the enemy aircraft. Much to their dismay, it was another Orgoi-class gunship. This one had a silver grey paintjob.
-Hostile confirmed!-said Antares 1.-Another Orgoi!
-They're targeting the supply ships!-said Antares 2.
-Antares squadron, defend Orca!-ordered Burford.-You must escort the four ships safely to the Midway Islands!
-Orca to Antares squad.-said the captain of the first ship.-Please ensure the safety of our fleet!
The Orgoi was approaching quickly to the Orca supply ships from the northeast. Taking advantage of the F-15S/MTD's powerful engines, Antares 1 rushed towards the Orgoi and fired a missile on each of its bomb bays, destroying them.
-Antares, well done. But the situation is only getting worse.-said Burford.-Another one of those large aircraft appeared. We suspect they're here for us again.
-Looks like they want to eliminate anyone who knows about the Golden Axe Plan.-said Antares 1.
-Well, we can't afford to just give in.-said Antares 2.-I'll take care of the third Orgoi.
-All ships, engines at maximum, full speed ahead!-ordered the captain of the leading ship.-Lose them!
The Orca fleet headed towards the Midway Islands while Antares 2 attacked the third Orgoi-class gunship. This one also had a silver grey paintjob. As soon as she got within range, she used a couple of missiles to destroy the bomb bays.
-Dammit!-said the captain of the third Orgoi.-How could two fighters fend off both of us?
-I don't know, but, if we don't destroy them, we're going to lose this one!-replied the captain of the second Orgoi.-Let's shoot them down!
-All units, deploy all available AA weapons!-ordered the captain of the third Orgoi.
One second later, each of the Orgois deployed eight AA guns, six flak guns, and a couple of CIWS. Antares 1 and Antares 2 wasted no time in attacking them, with Antares 1 attacking the second one, and Antares 2, the third one.
At that moment, the second Orgoi positioned itself 60 feet over the third one. The Antares squadron targeted a CIWS gun each and strafed them. Despite being hit by multiple AA bullets, both Antares 1 and Antares 2 managed to take out their targets.
When they turned around for a second pass, however, they almost crashed into the Orgois, which had pulled apart from each other. The second Orgoi had turned left, and the third one, to the right, in a yawing fashion. With unerring accuracy, both Orgois covered an identical path and returned to their previous position, firing their AA guns on the Antares squadron, who evaded both the attacks and the gunships themselves by inches.
Antares 1 was shocked, but he was still able to react quickly and counterattack. Antares 2, however, was beside herself.
-How can they coordinate their attacks with a monster of that size!?-she said, freaking out.-This is insane!
-Antares 2, keep it together!-ordered Antares 1.-We need to take out at least the CIWS before we're able to attack the engines!
-Deploy anti-air missiles, shoot those dogs down!-ordered the Orgois' captains at unison.
At that moment, just when the Antares squadron destroyed the Orgois' CIWS, each of the Orgois deployed a couple of SAM launchers and fired. Four missiles, two fired on each of them, flew toward the Antares squadron. Fortunately, both Antares 1 and Antares 2 managed to evade the SAMs. However, their evasive maneuvers gave the Orgois a window of opportunity to counterattack, in the same fashion as before, yawing from side to side, firing their AA guns and flaks on their enemies.
Antares 1 attacked the second Orgoi as soon as they finished their counterattack, focusing on the engines. He fired a couple of missiles and a short burst of guns on the left one, destroying it.
Antares 2 shook her fear off and attacked the right engine in the same way as Antares 1, finishing off the Orgoi. The last Orgoi had to maneuver sharply to avoid a collision with the falling gunship, which crashed a couple of miles to the west of the Midway Islands.
-One Orgoi down!-reported Antares 1.-One more remaining.
At that moment, the last Orgoi began to maneuver more aggressively, almost ramming into the Antares squadron, who had to break away from its path. Once it finished its maneuvers, the Orgoi fired a missile on both Antares 1 and Antares 2. Both pilots evaded the attack and fired on the Orgoi's engines. Despite being hit several times by flak guns and AA guns, they managed to destroy the engines and make the last Orgoi fall into the Pacific Ocean.
-Both Orgoi-class gunships have been destroyed.-said Antares 1.-Phew, I can't believe we made it!
-Antares squadron, thank you for all your efforts.-said Burford.
-My apologies for losing my cool during the operation.-said Antares 2, who was still a bit shaken.-Burford, any update on our request for military support?
-I've been trying various routes, but I haven't been able to make contact with them yet.-answered Burford.-There must be GAP moles in the system. That's probably how they knew to find us here.
-I guess we're fighting a lonely ba...-said Antares 1, before an alarm blared in his cockpit, followed by an explosion.-What the...!?
-Antares 1! Your aircraft is on fire!-said Antares 2, alarmed. Antares 1 heard over the radio a similar alarm.
Antares 1 looked at Antares 2's aircraft and, much to his horror, he saw that her Su-37 was burning as well.
-Antares 2! Let's bail out! Now!-Antares 1 ordered.
-Antares squad! What's going on!?-said Burford, afraid of the answer.
However, just a second later, he could see Antares 1 and Antares 2 bailing out of their planes.
-Send the SAR helicopter to Foulke and Davenport's position immediately!-Burford ordered.
An Eurocopter EC 725 Super Cougar, sporting a black, brown and green camo, along with the Martinez Security emblems, took off from the island and headed toward Davenport and Foulke, who had fallen into the ocean, and were just 3 miles to the southwest of the Midway Islands. The helicopter crew rescued both pilots and took them back to the island.
A handful of minutes later, Davenport and Foulke were sitting in the base's cafeteria, drinking hot chocolate and covered in warm sheets. Burford was with them, having a cup of coffee.
-I'm glad you guys made it.-said Burford, as he took a sip of his cup.-Thanks to you guys, the supply ships, the cargo, and most importantly, the crew, made it safely to the Midway Islands.
-However, we've lost the planes.-said Davenport.-It's a shame, since I was just getting used to that Su-37.
-Don't forget they had some sort of tracking device, Marlene.-said Foulke.-Besides, the Orca fleet managed to bring the Typhoon and the Rafale M, right?
-Exactly. It will take us some time to ensemble the aircrafts' parts, but I think that we'll have them ready tonight.-said Burford, as he finished his cup of coffee and stood up.-I'm going to try and get us some military backup. Have a good rest.
With that, Burford left the cafeteria. As Foulke finished his cup of chocolate, he noticed that Davenport was trembling.
-What's wrong, Marlene?-he asked.-Are you still shocked because of our combat with the Orgois?
-Well, I'm still a bit shaken.-admitted Davenport.-But the thing is that I'm freezing.
-We're in the Midway Islands.-said Foulke.-I mean, it's not like it's so cold!
-You have no idea how cold the ocean water is.-said Davenport.-And to me, who I can't stand cold, it's a living hell.
Foulke sighed. As Davenport took a sip of her chocolate, she noticed Foulke putting his sheet on her shoulders.
-Thank you, Hansel.-she said, smiling.
-Not at all.-Foulke replied, smiling shyly.
-Still, I really thought we were gonna die this time.-said Davenport.
-Well, we're still alive, and to top it all, we took out three Orgois in a single mission.-said Foulke.
-I mean, I was really scared.-answered Davenport.-I lost my cool when I saw those Orgois attacking us.
-Marlene, you mustn't feel ashamed of yourself.-said Foulke.-That attack would have shaken anyone. Furthermore, you still shook off your fear and returned to our mission. If that's not bravery, I don't know what it is.
Davenport blushed at Foulke's compliment.
-Well, I'm gonna take a nap.-said Foulke, standing up.-See you later, Marlene.
Davenport finished her cup of chocolate and returned to her bedroom shortly after. Once she got in her room, she took her wet flight suit and pajamas off and put on her Martinez Security uniform. She got in her bed and got some sleep.
Midway Islands, June 10th 2016, 14:30 Hours; Weather: Sunny, few clouds
Marlene Davenport woke up, stretching and rubbing her eyes to shake off her sleep. She headed to the cafeteria to have a good lunch.
When she got there, she saw Hansel Foulke, reading something in his phone with an angry look on his face.
-Hey, Hansel.-Davenport said, approaching Foulke.-How are you doing?
-I'm reading some news, and you're not going to like them.-Foulke answered, showing Davenport the article he was reading.-Take a look at this.
Davenport began to read the news, and her expression went from shock to anger.
Tragedy over the Midway Islands
On June 10, 2016, at 06:00 hours, a reconnaissance force affiliated with the International Union Peacekeeping Force was shot down by pilots of Martinez Security. None of the pilots, who were fired upon without any kind of warning, has been confirmed to survive the unprovoked attack. Unconfirmed reports state that Martinez Security deployed three Orgoi-class gunships, which were used by the now-defunct terrorist organization Valahia. The whereabouts of the MS pilots remains in question, but it is believed their planes crashed before being able to return to base.
The rest of the article gave further details of the engagement, including the names of the pilots involved in the "reconnaissance" mission, details of Martinez Security itself, and "evidence" of the involvement of Martinez Security with the Valahia.
-This. Is. Pure. Bullshit!-said Davenport, outraged.-What kind of half-ass reporter would agree to write this?
-I don't know, but I can bet that Olivieri is behind this.-replied Foulke, as Davenport gave him his phone back.-After all, if all we know about him is correct, we're a dangerous obstacle to his objectives.
-Very well, then. If a fight's what he wants, a fight's what he's getting.-said Davenport.-I hope we get to the mainland soon and show him that he can't have it his way.
-Careful, Marlene.-warned Foulke.-I agree with you, but acting recklessly is not going to help us at all.
-However, it would not make a lick of a difference if we let Olivieri do whatever he pleases.-replied Davenport.
-You've got a point.-said Foulke.-I just hope Burford got us some support.
At that moment, Frederick Burford entered the cafeteria.
-Colonel, any update on our requests?-asked Foulke.
-Unfortunately, I haven't been able to get any support for now.-said Burford.-I've been trying as many routes as possible, I've pulled as many strings as I could, I've called in all pending favors... But still nothing.
-To make matters worse, the press has labeled us as criminals.-said Davenport.-Burford, you might as well get us some military backup soon, or we won't be able to move to the US, and Olivieri will be able to carry on with the Golden Axe Plan.
-We'll just have to see.-said Burford.-But I still think we'll be able to move on to the United States. While we don't have official support from the US military, our ground forces have managed to secure an airfield in Area B7R.
-Wait, B7R?-asked Davenport.-The Round Table?
-"Round Table"?-repeated Foulke.-What is that?
-It was an area where the US tested a lot of prototype aircraft. Area B7R is located between the Round Mountain and the Table Mountain.-said Davenport.-Bad thing is that the interference in the area is extreme.
-You know quite a lot about it.-said Foulke.-Have you been there?
-No.-replied Davenport.-And, if the USN heard me saying anything about it, they might have court-martialed me, to say the least.
-Too bad they can't.-said Foulke.-For them, that is.
-I've still got some good news, though.-said Burford.-I've managed to get a top secret report addressed to Olivieri.
-Glad to hear it.-said Davenport.-We might be able to see what he's up to.
Davenport and Foulke followed Burford to his office, where, after taking seats around Burford's laptop, watched a video.
-It's a video report that a member of the GAPPA sent to Olivieri.-said Burford, as the video started.
After the Golden Axe Plan's logotype was displayed on the screen, a handful of commands appeared in the video.
-Mr Olivieri, I will not outline the final phase of the Golden Axe Plan, the attack on San Francisco.-said a voice in the video.
Davenport and Foulke looked at each other with dumbfounded and alarmed looks on their faces. The video itself continued, as the screen showed a satellite view of the southwest section of the United States, displaying the states of California and Nevada.
-The Golden Axe Plan's forces are already assembled at an abandoned airport in Nevada. They are an elite force, comprised of mercenaries, along with the most capable of the Valahia refugees.-said the narrator.
The video showed a satellite view of the airport, which was in the southern edge of Area B7R. It then showed an image that neither Davenport nor Foulke were longing to see.
-Work on the Spiridus has finished in the Sierra Nevada mountains, including a weapons upgrade.-said the narrator.
The video showed blueprints of a new Spiridus, including details of its size, weight, speed and weaponry.
-These forces will lead the attack on San Francisco.-said the narrator, as the video showed two red arrows leading from the South Nevada airport and the Spiridus' hangar to San Francisco.-The outbreak of "war" on American soil will surely bring your plan to fruition, Mr Olivieri.
With those words, the video ended, leaving Davenport and Foulke in a state of shock.
-Dear God!-sighed Davenport.-And I though we already had passed the worst part!
-Just how the goddamn hell did the Golden Axe Plan Private Army get their hands on the Spiridus?-asked Foulke.-Did those Valahia refugees give them the blueprints of the Spiridus or what?
-I don't know, but this is going to mean big trouble for us.-said Burford.
-You can say that again.-said Davenport.-Especially if they installed the Balaur and the electrolaser cannons.
-Wait a second.-said Foulke.-Let me watch that video again.
Burford restarted the video again and Foulke paused it in the second where the Spiridus' blueprints were shown. His face turned from fair to pale as he read the Spiridus' specifications.
-I think I'd rather deal with the electrolaser cannons and the Balaur.-said Foulke.-It seems the new Spiridus has been equipped with "Nimbus" missiles and "Tactical Laser Systems".
-What?-asked Davenport.-What the hell is that?
-According to this, it seems like the Nimbus missiles are based on the thermobaric missiles the Valahia used against us in the Adriatic. However, it seems these Nimbus missiles are way more powerful; not only their explosion is far more powerful and not restricted to lower altitudes, but its explosion lingers for a few seconds in the air, which means that, if any targets happen to survive the initial blast, the secondary explosions finish them off.-explained Foulke, reading the data carefully.-Regarding the Tactical Laser System, it appears to be some sort of high energy laser that can be used to shoot down ballistic missiles and damage any sort of targets. It seems those weapons are intended to replace the Balaur and the electrolaser cannons, respectively.
-So, we're now facing a new and improved Spiridus armed with enhanced missiles and lasers.-said Davenport.-And I thought facing the Orgois was tough!
-The good news is that the Spiridus' TLS has a range of just 10 miles, and the Nimbus missiles' long range accuracy is not very impressive without the help of recon drones.-replied Foulke.
-So, if we happen to spot any drones in the area, we just shoot them down.-said Davenport.
-That's the plan.-said Foulke.-Burford, we may want to move on to the B7R base as soon as possible.
-Don't worry about that.-said Burford.-A group of Il-76 will be here by tomorrow in the morning. The fuselage and the engines of your planes will be ensembled here, and the wings will be ensembled in the B7R base.
Meanwhile, in San Francisco, in Olivieri Life Insurance's HQ. Weather: Overcast, chance of rain...
Andre Olivieri had met with GAPPA soldier called Tyrell Rowle, who had sent him a video report of the forces assembled at Nevada and the Spiridus, which the GAPPA had nicknamed "Spiridus Mk2".
Olivieri was reading a printed copy of the Spiridus Mk2's specifications, and he only took his eyes off the paper for a while to look at Rowle.
-I've heard there are some now who know the truth of our plan?-he asked.
-Yes, sir. A unit formerly affiliated with the IUPF did learn the truth, but they have been dealt with.-Rowle replied, smirking at the end of the phrase.
Olivieri remembered that, just after the attack on the Midway Islands, the signal of both the F-15S/MTD and the Su-37 had disappeared, which meant that both planes had crashed.
-I see. Good work.-Olivieri said, as Rowle left the office.
-"However, I can't be 100% sure of that. Those two two-bit mercenaries have proven that they're worth more than I credited them for. Thankfully, my contact may be able to provide me with more info."-he mused, as he picked up his phone. He dialed his contact's number and called them.
After the fourth tone, his contact answered.
-Hello there.-said Olivieri.-Have the two pilots died?
-Unfortunately, they survived.-said his contact, whose voice was distorted as a precaution.-They ejected just after their planes caught fire. Everyone here seems to have caught wind of the GAPPA's plans. Be sure our troops are ready for any attack.
-In any case, make sure neither of the pilots make it out of the island alive.-said Olivieri.-No matter what, none of them must reach US soil.
-Understood, sir.-replied the contact.-I'll kill them both tonight.
-This is the most important phase of the GA plan.-stated Olivieri.-It's time the world felt the edge of our axe.
-You can count on me, sir.-said his contact.-Someone's coming. I'm out!
After that, his contact hung up.
Olivieri knew that secrecy was his trump card, so he wouldn't bother with the minor detail of his contact hanging up on him. He turned around on his chair and stared out of the window.
Bathed by the twilight sun, San Francisco rested, its inhabitants unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.
Olivieri smirked. The only ones who could possibly stop him since the destruction of the Valahia were about to meet an untimely end...
Midway Islands, June 10th 2016, 19:30 Hours; Weather: Sunny, clear skies
Hansel Foulke was practicing close-quarters combat with a punching bag in the base's gym. Along with flight, it was one of the few things that relieved him from the memories of his past.
Marlene Davenport had planned to take a look at their new airplanes, and she decided to go with Foulke. Davenport had not seen Foulke since they had lunch at the base's cafe about four hours before. She guessed she could find him in the gym, since it was one of his favorite places.
When Davenport got to the gym, however, she couldn't help but ogle at Foulke while he trained. He was wearing camo trousers, military boots, and a white, short-sleeved T-shirt that didn't help him hide his ripped body, especially since it was covered by sweat. Foulke's arms were rather muscular, but his movements were fast enough to allow him to deal fast-paced punches on the punching bag.
-"Come on, Marlene Davenport, keep it together!"-Davenport mused as she shook her head. She then called for him.-Hansel!
Foulke stopped practicing and turned to the door.
-Hey, hi, Marlene.-he replied, brushing off the sweat on his forehead.-I'm gonna take a shower. Bis nachher!
Foulke headed to the restrooms to have a shower. Meanwhile, Davenport fiddled with her phone, watching some photos of USN planes. However, she still couldn't shake off Foulke's image from her head.
-"I can't believe I ogled at him as if I was some sort of horny teenager!"-she mused.-"I know he was a literal douchebag when we first met, but he has shown that he's not such a bad person. Still, I'm not in love with him, right? If I'm not, then why the hell did I stare at him like a drooling idiot!?"
Some minutes later, Foulke returned, this time wearing his uniform.
-Hello again.-he said.-Sorry to keep you waiting, Marlene.
-Don't sweat it.-Davenport answered, mentally slapping herself two seconds after that remark.-Do you want to check out our new planes?
-Natürlich!-said Foulke.-They've brought us a Typhoon and a Rafale M. I'm really looking forward to pilot either of them.
-I'm calling dibs on the Rafale M.-said Davenport, as Foulke and her left the gym.-I don't think I can keep up with the Typhoon's mobility.
-As you wish.-said Foulke.-Luckily, the Rafale M is more stable and sturdier than the Typhoon, and more suited for long-range air-to-surface combat.
-However, the Typhoon is faster, more nimble and it can drop guided bombs on any kind of ground-based target.-said Davenport.
-Thankfully, both of them can launch long-range air-to-air missiles.-said Foulke, as they approached the hangars.-That's not something you can say of the F-22A Raptor, or the T-50 PAK FA.
-You can say that again.-said Davenport.-However, the Raptor can still attack using medium-range missiles, and having an enemy PAK FA nearby is a death sentence for any unfortunate pilot due to the PAK FA's QAAMs.
Davenport and Foulke finally reached the hangar where the Typhoon and the Rafale M were being ensembled. The Typhoon had a grey paintjob with a blueish grey upper fuselage stripe, and the Rafale had a graphite grey paintjob.
-I love the Typhoon's paintjob.-said Foulke.-It reminds me of the Luftwaffe's Typhoons.
-Yeah, the RAF paintjob is a bit monotone.-said Davenport.-It's cool, but the Luftwaffe one is better.
At that moment, Frederick Burford appeared, smiling.
-Hey, glad you like the Typhoon's paintjob.-he said.-It was my idea to give it that paintjob.
-That was a nice detail, Burford.-said Foulke.
-Unfortunately, you won't be able to pilot the planes until we get to our base.-said Burford.-To prevent any kind of sabotage, even the mechanics will be barred from entering the hangars until the transports arrive. At eight o'clock, the hangar's doors will close.
And just some minutes later, all mechanics left the hangars, and Foulke and Davenport headed to their rooms.
Neither of them could foresee the events of that night.
Midway Islands, June 11th 2016, 00:20 Hours; Weather: Nighttime, few clouds
Marlene Davenport was having trouble falling asleep. She was about to finally get her sleep when she heard some weird noises coming from one of the hangars.
Instinctively, she picked up her gun, a Beretta 92 Compact M, and left her room in complete silence. Davenport tiptoed her way to the hangar, where she spotted the light of a lantern swaying from side to side.
-"Wait, that's the new planes' hangar!"-Davenport realized.-"No one's supposed to be there now!"
Davenport was just thirty feet from the entrance when the lantern was turned off. She also heard some faint rustling inside. Steeling her nerves, Davenport approached the hangar, ready to shoot anyone who were inside...
BAM!
A hidden person hit her right forearm with a crowbar. The blow was so hard that she almost shouted, and she dropped her gun. Before she could retrieve it, the assailant took the weapon from the ground and aimed it at her face.
-My, my, look who's here.-said the assailant.
It was Dennis Hoskins.
-Hoskins!?-Davenport said, aghast.-What do you think you're doing!? This isn't funny!
-Well, no shit, Sherlock!-Hoskins replied, smirking.-And by the way, I'm sabotaging your and your boyfriend's new toys.
Davenport was about to reply that Foulke was not her boyfriend, but she knew that she was not in a good position to sass, since Hoskins was too far from her to wrestle the gun from him, and close enough to guarantee Hoskins a fatal shot if she tried anything.
-You might be wondering why I'm doing this.-said Hoskins.-And the answer is simple: I'm a GAP spy.
-So, you knew about the tracking system all along!-said Davenport.-You bastard!
-Flattery will get you nowhere, you bimbo.-said Hoskins.-Now, get inside. Try anything funny and I'll kill you!
Davenport entered the hangar, wrecking her brain in search of a solution. She knew better than to call for help, since Hoskins would kill her on the spot. Hoskins led her to the back of the hangar.
-Judging by the look on your face, you're running out of options.-said Hoskins.-Get your hands behind your back.
Against her better judgment, Davenport obeyed. Hoskins chained her to a metal beam.
-I originally intended to put a bomb in your planes, and connecting them to the altimeter so that, once you took off, your planes exploded with you and Foulke inside.-said Hoskins.-But thanks to you, you meddlesome flygirl, I have to change my plans.
Unbeknownst to either of them, another person, holding a wrench, approached them in complete silence, without barely breathing.
-Also, you might think that stopping Olivieri will put an end to the Golden Axe Plan.-said Hoskins.-Then again, you've got that wrong. Olivieri might be the boss, but the Golden Axe Plan has been created in such way that, even without him, we'll still be able to carry out our plan.
-We'll take care of everyone in the GA plan!-swore Davenport.-You guys will not get away with this!
-Oh, you think so?-answered Hoskins.
He then reached into a box, picking up a laser tripmine.
-I'm gonna set this little buddy so that anyone who enters the hangar will trigger it.-sad Hoskins.-And, once I leave, only another person will come in. I'll give you a little tip: he's known as Todesengel.
Davenport's blood chilled.
-No, you won't!-she said.-Don't you dare!
-By the way, I'm gonna make sure you go to hell quietly.-Hoskins replied.
After that, Hoskins gagged Davenport. She could only muffle in anger and despair as Hoskins snarled.
-Goodbye!-Hoskins said when he finished.
He then took the tripmine and began to arm it. Just before he could finish, he turned around, feeling a presence behind him...
BAM!
A wrench hit his temple with an excruciating force. Hoskins fell on the floor and the gun skidded on the ground.
-Don't you dare to hurt my wingman, you scheißkerl!-swore Hansel Foulke, staring at Hoskins with pure rage and breathing heavily.
Foulke's expression softened when he turned to Davenport. He approached her and ungagged her.
-Sorry I couldn't get here any sooner.-Foulke apologized as he unchained Davenport.
-Never mind.-said Davenport.-Come on, let's get out of...
-Not so fast!-said Hoskins, who had got up and picked up Davenport's gun.
He then aimed the gun at Foulke.
-NO!-shouted Davenport, shoving Foulke out of the way.
BANG!
A shot rang through the hangar as Foulke fell on the floor.
Davenport had felt a piercing pain just as the bullet hit her lower abdomen. She looked down and, even in the darkness of the hangar, she could still see the blood flowing from the wound. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as she fainted.
The last thing she saw before everything went black was Foulke, who was shouting her name in horror...
Seventeenth chapter. Sorry for the hideous delay, but I was lucky enough to squeeze some time to write this chapter due to university life. There is a small reference to 2 Fast 2 Furious in this chapter, along with a reference to the Harry Potter saga, and I hope you guys find both of them. Also, Dennis Hoskins' name is based on the names of two villains of the Jurassic Park franchise; guess which two. Good luck and take care. See you next time
