"Mr. President, we've lost control of the HYDRA. We're trying to get control but we are locked out." A blue bean.
"Secretary of Defense, any good news?" A brown wolf told the bean.
"Not th—" The SoD was interrupted by a squad of Secret Services members flooding the room.
"Mr. President, we need to go. NORAD is under attack." The squad leader said, grabbing the President. They looked outside the window to see what looked like meteors falling from the sky.
(3 minutes earlier).
"Gumball, take out those MG emplacements, let's see how long they last without them." Ben said from the SSAM.
"On it," Gumball quickly got the Hydra controls, targeted all Emplacements, and fired the 15 SRAMs. He looked at the mission clock. 15:03. They were spending too much time.
"JHON, PUNCH IT THROUGH THE BARRICADE!" He exclaimed as the final rockets hit their targets.
Gumball burst through the back of the truck and fired his M19, only to stop short as a hail of bullets hit the ground nearby him.
"GUNSHIP!"
..
The Gunship orbited around the northern section of D.C.
"Dang it, I missed." A green dog said at a computer.
"Target is breaking for cover, standby to engage, Mike" a black wolf said at the controls of the plane.
Mike looked on the side of the screen, which showed the Ammo left.
20mm: Ready: 100/1500
45mm: Standby: 4/16
130mm: Standby: 1/0
Flares: Armed: 1/3
An alarm sounded and the words Missile Lock flashed on the screen. He looked past it and saw a Sparrow Missile heading in the aircraft's direction. Without thinking, Mike fired the dual 20mm guns to attempt to destroy the missile.
The missile bared closer.
"Shit, flares away," Mike hit the 'Flares' button and a barrage of, almost blinding, light balls emitted from the back of the Aircraft.
"Target locat—MISSILES" He exclaimed as a trio of rockets began their ascent to the aircraft. 'Shit, the flares haven't reloaded yet.'
He didn't think of firing on the missiles, and just began to fire at the man hiding.
"Target Hit! Shit, INC—"
..
A 20mm bullet went through Gumballs leg, leaving a hole the side of his fist and lots of blood in it's wake. He looked up to see the Gunship get hit with the three missiles and begin a rapid decent southward.
"Gunship down, Gumball, status." A Russian accent ran through his ears, creating a slight echo.
"I'm hit," he paused to fire at some Marines running by trying to set up a barricade, "Damn, my leg. I can't move."