Chapter 4 "Evac"

West Side, Corneria

7:00 PM

Military Time: 1900hrs

As Becker was slowly dying with the wound still fresh that was penetrated in the fur the blood was seeping out fast from the veins, Commander Hughes was running out of time, he glanced at the over-cast sky hoping for that the Type 44-SS was some type of aero-dynamic transporter Colonel Kuris ordered to extract Becker. "Come in, over. I see some red smoke on my position. Is this Red-One collation force? Please respond." static reigned in 1st Lt Hughes' left ear he raised his arm to listen closely.

The Comlink in his ear is a communication device only he can hear the conversations between frequencies, the small adequate scenery was perfect for cover fire. There were pillars near Becker, and David. Although he was in position perching his AXT on a brick wall the tip of the barrel seemed like a perfect hide-out since David was barely invisible." 1st Lt Scott Hughes, reporting in. Attestation of destination point, please regroup now on my mark." He seemed liked a professional while radioing in his left ear, he paused as he awaited for a response of the contact, "Copy that, regrouping on your position," said the avian in the cockpit of the Type 44-SS, the aircraft landed almost right on top of Scott's head nearly 25 kilometers (16 Miles) behind him. 1st Lt Hughes raised his hand telling the troops to head over that position, Shepard and Joey rushed over towards Becker as they picked up the body lowering there heads from the rotating blades, still alive and barely breathing.

The transporter Type 44-SS lowered down a ramp to gather their troops inside the Type 44-SS, however the Type 44-SS is a medium sized, twin-engine, multi-role military, fly-by-wire helicopter which can be flown by a single pilot, is designed to operate by night and day and in poor weather. It can quickly be adapted to MEDEVAC/CASEVAC missions by fitting up to 12 stretchers or cargo delivery capability.

Type-44-SS primary role is to either transport soldiers of 20 troops or more than 2,500 kg of cargo. Perfect for the situation on what the Red One are faced with. Red One force gathered the collation and transported the team, the avian inside the cockpit in air-force gear, he had a black visor on tilting his head glancing on the ground he said muffled, "Whoo, I see some hostiles down there. What happened to you guys?"

The Commander placed his head-phones on to communicate with the pilot in the front, still reigned with static, "We were ambushed while searching for James McCloud, we couldn't locate his position. We need to go to the green-zone of Corneria, can you take us there? First take Becker to a Military Detention Hospital, (MDH). "stating Commander Hughes, "Yeah sure, just give me a moment, engaging auto-pilot. We're nearly halfway through the red-zone of Corneria." Going through super-sonic G forces 1st Lt Hughes felt sick through his stomach quick, the body felt so much tension, and he felt off-balance, the other's were quite fine, except for Becker, his life was running fast. Could he actually make the trip? Thought 1st Lt Hughes, he glanced at his arm looking at the status of Becker's life.

His heart rate was going 36 miles as the numbers were declining dramatically. He could go into cardiac arrest if he makes the trip. As Commander Hughes stated in his thoughts again, David while sitting down on a chair in the transporter helicopter wincing his eye's towards Becker, hoping for him to make the trip. He then glanced at 1st Lt Hughes stature as he was hanging on the planes handle-bar swaying with the movement of the helicopter looking out on the skies, as big tall buildings of metropolitan sky-scrapers passed by. "Welcome home boys, hopefully your friend will recover," stated the muffled avian but his voice was almost made of steel, the helicopter landed on the helipad on the MDH's rooftop, they gripped Becker by the boots and by the shoulder pads allowing them to enter in MDH's hospital, inside the barracks were busy doctors and nurses dressed formally in there work outfits, "Take him in now, put him in morphine," stated one of the doctors, "operation room stats," said one of the female doctors. "Heart rate going 34 stabilizing heart beat," said one of the other doctors, Red One inside the hospital rushing with the sick bed, then the doctors told them, "Sorry, no access beyond this point stand here behind the doors" standing behind the doors with their weapons low beneath their chest finger off the triggers for this was a safe zone.

One of the doctors walked passed by them with out noticing their guns, ignoring them. "Your David Shepard right?" stated a disembodied voice near the entry way of the corridor, "Yes I am." "You may observe your friends status in the observation alcove, it's right upstairs," said the friendly female nurse giving a faint smile. The Red One walked over to the observation post on the second story. David took front row glancing down at the operation taking place no one was in the alcove except for them, the hall had great big windows covering the room isolating them there were four rows of empty chairs, status of Davis's Becker's health, and ratio life span, the other monitor that was on the right wall was a zoomed in real-time monitor of the operation taking place. The place was rather quiet, and concealed .

The other two seemed like they were guarding the door, David slowly raised from the chair in the observation post, as he walked out the door, couldn't take much more of the site the door opened automatically, "Is he okay?" said Joey, "Yeah, he's fine…He has a heart rate of 42 now, hopefully going to make the recovery." Said David, he glanced at Commander Hughes, as he said, "Hey…Thanks for everything…I felt like a complete ass back in the red-zone, Scott..Can I ask you something for a moment?" Scott swiftly shook his head towards David, as he nodded not saying a "Your welcome" or anything "Did…" David paused for a second hopefully this is the best time to ask, he resumed, "Did you see any of your friends die in combat?" He said sighing.

Scott Hughes glanced down wincing at the floor remembering his past like it was yeseterday, "Yeah, I seen countless of my friends die in combat…I'd rather not go deep into my past, Sergeant David." "No, I understand. Was it rough to see a friend die?" Scott sighed his emotions were getting the best of him, but didn't burst into tears, "Yeah, he was my child hood friend, and my brother. I grew up with him, basically did everything with him, since I had no family, John took me in as a brother his parents adopted me. I was naive and arrogant, we were like brothers in school, when I was seventeen, we signed into the army together. When I was first shipped out in basic, we trained to become war heroes, fight in a pack. Learned the experience, we were more than anything, this time, we felt related with one each other. Always had our negatives, and positives on each other's feedback about the army, when we had our first mission, I thought everything was going to be perfect," one of the doctors passed by 1st Lt Hughes stopped his brief life-story, "Thought…Failed?" David said.

He resumed back again, "We had our first ambush in the desert. Have you heard of Desert Templar before? David? Hopefully you did your history of Corneria." David then become shocked, it was HIM. "Of course! I know that mission! It was a success! You guys saved countless of lives back in the day! I'm actually meeting THE Scott Hughes, I mean sure there are many Scott Hughes' in the world but you are HIM, why did we split up in training?!" Shouted David in excitement " That night they needed me for the Desert Templar missions, it became a success but failed in my opinion." "Why what happened?" It seemed they were in a deep conversation about Desert Templar Shepard forgot about the operation of his friend, he needed this so he won't cower when his friend dies like 1st Lt Hughes previous past, "Well when we were in a covert op situation the Chief official of Corneria ordered us to have a recon in the East," David Interrupted, "Chief Official and Senator Jacob S. Fox right?" Scott nodded, " Yep, you have studied your history."