A/N: the OC's that you will meet at the end of the chapter are not mine. they rightfully belong to Paintball Willie.
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Ch 6
one week later
Amelia stepped off the bus and onto to wet sidewalk of her hometown
Rosefield. It had rained the entire trip to the little town and it
just now started to let up. Amelia looked around her to see if anyone
was here to greet her. But the streets were empty, only the sound of
the greyhound bus driving away.
"Figures..." she said to herself.
She looked at her watch on her wrist, it read 11:46. It was late. She
wanted to get to bed.
So Amelia started walking down the wet sidewalk towards her father's
house. She hoped he would be happy to see her. He usually was up now
because of the fact he was always at a bar or stripper club. Ever
since her mom died he was a changed man.
As she approached her house she noticed that the door was open. She
slowly walked up to it and entered to house. Amelia stepped into the
dark hallway at the entrance of the house. She saw to her left that in
the kitchen the refrigerator door was open and there were beer bottles
all over the floor. But to her right she could see the TV was on in
the living room. As she entered the living room she could see her
father sitting in the recliner facing the TV. As she approach she
called out to him.
"Dad? Dad it's me... Amelia."
The man then got to his feet. He faced her and said "what the hell you
doing back so soon? The wars not over."
She then looked down and whispered "dad, I was kicked out... I need a
place to stay... I..."
She was cut off by a beer bottle flying past her head. "And you think
you can just come back here and live off of me?! You make me sick! Get
the hell out of my house!!"
Amelia then walked over to her father and grabbed his hand "daddy
please... I just need somewhere to stay! I can pay you for your
troubles! Please! Ahh!!"
Amelia was slapped across the face by her father's hand. She fell to
the floor with tears in her eyes. She looked up at her father "daddy!
Please! I just..." the sound of glass breaking was heard as her father
struck her face with a beer bottle.
"You were a mistake! If it wasn't for your mother we would have
aborted you as a baby!! Now get the hell out of my house before I
'abort' you right now!!"
Amelia then stumbled up and ran for the door. She had a cut on her
cheek that was bleeding badly. As she ran out of the house she tripped
over the stairs at the entrance and landed flat on her face. Amelia
felt her cut rip open even more. She got up and ran away. She ran and
she ran until she couldn't run anymore.
She finally stopped at a bridge that crossed a large river just outside
of town. She then leaned against the rail to catch her breath. She
looked down at the river. It was nearly a 100 foot drop...
No one loved her anymore... John, her dad... She had no will to live.
Everything had been taken from her. She had nothing left...
Amelia stepped over the rail and stood on the edge of the bridge.
This was it... Her life ended here... Nothing would stop her now...
But just as she was about to let go a BMW pulled up next to where she
was. A man in a black suit stepped out of the car and walked over to
where she was hanging.
"Are you the pilot name Amelia Smith?" he said in a polite British
ascent.
"Ya why do you care?" she dryly.
"Well before you think about killing yourself I would like you to
listen to what I have to offer you."
"Go ahead. You're just wasting your time."
"Very well. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mr. Jorgen; I
represent Backwater privet Military Corporation. My boss would like
to invite you to join his newly developed air core. We take pilots
like you with exceptional skill and experience and give them anything
they want. As long as you do your job."
"what kind of job?" Amelia asked.
"Well I cannot tell you what jobs you will get but you do get paid
greatly to do them."
"Wait... So I would be like a pilot mercenary?" she said as she
stepped back over the rail.
The man knew he was winning her over. But he still continued "yes that
is right. It's a good way to... Start a whole new life..."
Amelia thought to herself for a moment then she looked back up at the
man.
"Alright... I'll join... But on one condition... I'm no longer Amelia.
Amelia died here tonight jumping off this bridge... I want to start a
new life."
The man had a big grin on his face. "Whatever you
desire... We will inform the authorities about your death and get you a
new identity. Got any ideas for a name?"
Amelia then looked at the man and said "Sam..."
"Right this way miss
Samantha..."
They then both got back into the car and drove off.
Underground bunker Somewhere in Russia...
Coronal Alexander Tolstoy stepped out of the large elevator and into
the brightly lit hallway. All that could be heard was the sound of his
boots hitting the floor as he made his way to the end of the hall. At
the end of the hallway was a door. It had a single plank on it reading
(in Russian) General Joesph Putin.
Alexander was wondering what the general wanted to talk about. He
knew something was up. All the troop transports showing up at the base
full of engineers and workers. They were building something here but he
didn't know what. It had to be something big. He had a feeling that
he would soon find out.
As the coronal got to the door he stopped and knocked on it once. On
the other side he could hear someone say "enter". With that Alexander
opened the door and walked in.
as he closed the door Alexander could see the general sitting at his
desk, writing, in the middle of the room. He could see many planks on
the walls around them with metals and ribbons on them. But the
strange thing about the room was the fact that there was a window
behind the general's desk that had blinds covering it. Why would there
be a window here? They were about 300 feet underground!
But Alexander paid no attention to it. Instead he walked up to the
general's desk and saluted to him at attention. The general then looked
up and said "sit Alex we have much to talk about."
With that said Alex sat in the chair in front of the desk. The general
went back to his writing as he did this. For a moment things were quiet.
The general then spoke up. "I know what you're thinking Alex. Why were
you summoned here." the general continued writing for another moment
but then stopped and looked up at him.
"Your fighter wing is the best Russia has. And yet you wonder why
your wing has been taken from the frontlines?"
Alex nodded his head but stayed quiet.
"Well Alex. After almost a decade of fighting with the Americans I
have realized the outcome of this war. People think that if we control
all of their land that we will win and the war will be over. But they
are wrong..."
The general then got up and staked his papers on his desk. "The only
way we can win this war is to destroy the Americans. Every... Last...
One of them..." the general then turned around and faced the window.
"That is why I have developed a weapon. A weapon so powerful that not
even god himself could imagine." with that he opened the blinds on the
window. Bright light filled the room as it opened. When Alexander
looked though the window he gasped and jumped up out of his seat. He
had never seen something so big...
Through the window was giant room. It looked to be about half a mile
deep and maybe one or two miles long. But it wasn't the size of the
room that made him take a step back... It was what he saw IN the room...
Inside Alex could see what looked like the skeleton of cannon. All
around it were tiny workers with sparkling lights emitting from them.
The general then turned around to face Alex and said ""behold. The
might of the Russian empire! Project: doomsday..."
Alex was speechless. He only continued to look at the marvel
in front of him. The general continued "it will be fully completed in
six months. Then the Americans will feel the true power of our great
nation..."
Alex just stood there, mouth wide open. All that could be heard was
the sound of construction workers, working on the gigantic weapon
in front of him...
Four months later
John walked down the sidewalk thinking about the turn of events that
have happened in the past months. Everything seemed to be going south
for John. Amelia had left him to go home. This broke his heart into a
million pieces. Everything that he wanted had been taken from him.
Something inside him made him think that he would never see her again.
But the good news was the war was starting to turn for the Americans.
After the new alternative fuel source was made gas and oil was not an
issue. The Russians were kicked out of America and into the middle
east.
John had just got out of the hospital a month ago and was cleared to
fly again just days ago. He had been assigned to a base in Georgia
(the country) where the frontlines currently were located. There he
would lead the newly formed Mobius squadron. It had recently been
reinforced with 4 new recruits fresh out of flight school.
As john approached the squadron lounge he thought about the four new
recruits he was about to meet. Pyro, maiden, pistol, and stormie.
Those were their call signs. John had no idea what the names all meant
but he was sure there was a story to tell about them.
As john opened the front door and stepped in he was hit by something
he never saw coming. A bucket of water landed on his head. John was
soaked from head to toe with water. A young man about john's height then
jumped out from behind the sofa in the lounge. He was rolling on the
floor laughing.
"Hahahahaha! I got you good Stormie! Got you gooood!! Hahaha..." he
then stopped and looked up to see who he had really got with his
little prank...
"wait your not..." his eyes then opened widely. The man then snapped to
attention. "Captain Felix! Sir! Sorry sir! I was
just...uh...Um...I..." he was cut off by john walking up to him face
to face. John had the biggest pissed off look the man had ever seen.
He gulped and started to sweat.
John looked at him dead in the eyes and said "what's your name Lt?"
the man responded "lutenuit Phillip 'pistol' Blomley sir!"
John looked even more pissed but then suddenly he started to laugh.
"Hahaha! Man! You looked like you were about to piss your pants
pistol!!"
Pistol started to laugh with him but then he stopped just as John
stopped laughing. John then pointed at his chest and said "hey pistol?
What is that on your uniform?" pistol then looked at where he was
pointing at and said "what? I don't see anyth-..." WHACK!!
Pistol was punched square in the jaw... The blow him sent tumbling
backward onto the ground. He got up with a bloody lip and a looked at
john. John then chuckled a little bit and walked over to help him up.
When Pistol was on his feet john said "two can play at this game. Now
were even. I don't want to see you pull anything funny on me or you
will regret it. Understand?"
Pistol got up and replied "yes sir." john then looked at him and said
"now, pistol. How did you get your name?"
But before he could say anything a voice spoke up. "It's a long
story..."
John turned to see a blond headed man entering the room. As he walked
up john could see that he was a little smaller than John but still
wasn't short.
"But basically he got shot down by some SU-37's and started to shoot at
them with his pistol on the ground. Pretty funny huh?"
He then saluted John at attention and said "Luteneut Cameron 'pyro'
Appello reporting in sir."
John retuned a salute and replied "ok really guys enough with the
saluting. It's just too formal for me."
Pyro then smiled and held out his hand. John shook it and said "now
that's better. So... Where is the rest of the squadron?"
Suddenly a figure walked in the door. John turned around to see a
noticeably short man walk in. He was short but he made up for it in
build. The man looked like he was ripped under his flight suit. As he
walked in he stopped with a surprised expression in his dark green eyes.
"Um... What just happened?" he said looking John drenched from head
to toe, pistol with a bloody lip and pyro with a smile on his face.
He then looked at the bucket on the floor, then at John, then at
pistol, and back to john. A smile emerged from his face as he started
to laugh.
"haha! Wow pistol! Way to make a good first impression on our new CO
with one of your pranks!" Pistol looked at him and said "shut it
stormie..."
John looked over at the man and said "so you must be stormie. Right?"
he then nodded and replied "that's right. Luteneut first class
Vincent 'stormie' Webster. Nice to meet you... Um..."
"captain john Felix." Stormie held out his hand and john shook it.
"Wait. No call sign? I thought you would have one." John thought
about. He never really had a close squadron. Shamrock was his only
close friend back in saber squadron. "ya I never really had one..."
John said back.
"Well we should give you one then! Anyone got any ideas?"
But before anyone could reply a girl ran in the room. She had a light
brown hair color that almost looked red. As she stopped she said with
an excited voice "we got our first mission! We get briefed in the
ready room in 10 min let's go!"
"Well I take it your Maiden?" John said as she rushed by. She then
turned and blushed at john. "I'm sorry sir! I didn't see you!"
"It's no problem. We can skip the introduction for now. We got a
mission to prep for." John said as pyro made his way over to maiden.
Maiden blushed even more as pyro put his hand on her shoulder. Pyro
smiled at her brightly and she did the same. John could see that there
was something going on between them. He just hoped that the same
thing that happened to John wouldn't happen to them...
"alright! Mobius squadron! Suit up and get ready! Be in the ready room
in 5 minutes!"
And with that everyone ran off to the crew locker room to get ready
for their first mission...
A/N: next chapter will be a big one.R&R!!