A/N: I failed... lol christmus was too much for me so i couldnt get the next chapter out before. sorry.... but happy new years!!
hope you like it.
Sam stepped through her apartment door and closed it behind her. The
Russians had been kind enough to give her team a place to stay on
base. Sam was a little uneasy about it but she was too tiered to care.
She took off her flight jacket and shoes at the entrance and put them
to the side. As she made her way to the kitchen for a drink she
couldn't help but wonder about her last mission.
Why did that F-22 hesitate to kill her?
Sam took a wine glass out of her cabinet and headed over to the
refrigerator.
'Maybe someone upstairs really likes me?' she thought to herself. She
opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of wine. Looking
at the bottle she slowly made her way over to the couch and took a
seat. It was about a ten year old red wine she had found in France.
The bottle had been in her refrigerator for some time now; she just
decided that it needs to be drunk sooner or later.
Sam turned on her TV and pored the wine into her glass. She took a sip
of the wine glass in her hand. It was strong... and sweet. Just the
way she liked it.
She then grabbed the remote and started to flip through the channels.
She stopped changing channels when she got to a soap opera channel. It
was in Russian so she could only make out a few words.
On the show she saw a woman in the arms of man. They were talking to
each other in Russian but Sam could understand what was going on. The
woman was pleading for the man to not leave her and he was trying to
explain why he needs to go. It reminded her of John and her past life
Amelia.
"It's never going to work out you dumb bitch" she said out loud. The
thought of John only brought pain to her heart.
She wondered how he was doing without her. Maybe he was dead? Or maybe
he was still alive and flying? Sam then remembered the F-22 from the
previous battle. Maybe that was John? But it couldn't be him; he would
never hesitate like that. Or would he?
So many thoughts were run through her head she couldn't think straight.
Finally she stopped thinking about john. She remembered the Russians
plans with the doomsday project. Every allied military base in Europe
and Asia was going to be or already destroyed in the next 24 hours.
Sam sighed. "Johns dead either way..."
She then put her glass down and picked up the wine bottle. Sam then
chugged half the bottle in seconds. Exosted and sum what drunk, Sam
fell asleep on the couch.
"Snake eyes to tower. Does anyone one read me? Hello? This is Mobius
squadron requesting permission to land. Is anyone there?"
Only static was heard over the com.
"I'm not getting a response Phoenix."
"Roger that snake eyes. What's our eta to the base?"
"Um... Momentarily. We should be able to see the base if it wasn't for
these damn clouds."
John looked out his cockpit window. Heavy clouds had moved in on their
way back to base so their visibility was bad.
"This is Phoenix. I'm going low level to check things out. Maintain
you position and altitude."
After everyone acknowledged his order john broke formation a slowly
descended to the earth below. As john slowly fell to the earth the rest
of Mobius squadron began to circle in a loose formation.
John hoped the airfield was still there, they would be lost without
it. Forced to fly until their tanks run empty, he didn't want to think
about what else may happen to them.
When he got to about 1,000 feet the clouds started to thin a bit.
Finally after a moment john was free from the clouds. He immediately
looked all around to see where the base was located. After searching
the earth for a second he saw the base...
Or what was left of the base...
John stared in horror at the sight. Just like in the mountains
everything was almost completely leveled. John could barely make out
what was left of the runway. The main hanger was completely destroyed
but one or two smaller hangers still stood but they were heavily
damaged. But directly in the middle of the base was the all too
familiar crater in the ground. The base personnel must have suffered
the same fate that Pistol and the others faced.
John cursed under his breath as he continued to stare in horror. He
would make the Russians pay, even if it cost his life.
"Phoenix what's the status of the base? Is it operational?"
John waited a moment before answering "negative.... The base is....
It's gone..."
John then slowly returned to formation as the com remained silent
again. He could feel the depression among them; he didn't need to see
their faces to know that everyone was upset.
"r-roger that... Phoenix..." snake eyes said breaking the silence.
For 5 minutes it seemed, Mobius squadron circled the base not saying a
thing.
Finally Pyro broke the silence. "First pistol.... Now this... What are
we going to do? We have nowhere to land..."
Snake eyes took a moment to think about what they would do. "Well... I
think our best bet would be to head to a city... Rustavi looks to be
the closest. Maybe there would be a landing strip somewhere nearby..."
"and if there isn't?" Pyro questioned.
"*sigh*... Then... We would be forced to eject and take refuge among
the civilians there..."
John knew that it was the only thing they could do. "I agree. We
should head to Rustavi. Dose anyone object?"
Maiden and Pyro both agreed the heading to Rustavi would be their
best chance to survive. But Stormie didn't say anything.
"Stormie? You ok?" Pyro said over the com.
Stormie had been like this ever since the first attack. The death of
his best friend Phillip (pistol) was eating him up. He waited a while
to respond and said "ya... I'm fine. Let's go..."
"alright. Make a heading 90 degrees left and proceed to Rustavi."
snake eyes said over the com.
slowly and gracefully Mobius squadron turned in formation in the
direction of the city...
Russian secret military base
"sir you called for me?"
"Yes Alexander, please take a seat."
LT. Col. Alexander Tolstoy walked into the general's office and took a
seat.
"I'm sure you are aware of the Mercenary group staying among us,
correct?" the general said as Alexander sat down.
"Yes sir. They were a great help in the battle sir." he replied
quickly and without hesitation.
The general toke a sip of vodka from his desk and sighed. "hm... That
may be true... But our superiors think otherwise. They say that the
Mercenaries were the cause of our defeat today. They say that the
Mercenaries can't be trusted."
Alexander looked at the general with a confused look. "Sir?"
"Yes Alexander..."
The general paused again to drink some more vodka.
"Our superiors our planning to kill the mercenaries... In about an
hour a squad will be sent to take care of them. I would like you to
see it through that they are killed. Understand?"
"But sir..."
Alexander was cut off by the general. His voice was a little louder in
tone.
"That is an order Alexander! I will hear nothing more of it!"
Alexander sighed... "Yes sir..."
The general then smiled at Alexander evilly. "Good Alexander. I am
glad you made the better decision for mother Russia. Now be gone with
you!"
Alexander slowly stood up and walked out of the room. As he walked
away the general's smile slowly faded. He suspected that Alexander may
turn on him. But Alexander was a loyal Russian soldier, he would never
do such a thing as betray his country...
Little did the general know that was exactly what Alexander was
plotting...
When Alexander left the generals office he slowly began to quicken his
pace. The general was going to kill those pilots and he had to stop
him. If not stop him then at least give them a fighting chance.
He had to warn them...
"snake eyes what's our eta to the city?"
There was a pause over the com before he finally replied. "3 minutes
Phoenix. How's your fuel looking?"
"Not good. I have just under a forth of a tank left. Maiden, pryo,
Stormie? What's your fuel status?"
"Pyro here. I'm good for now but landing sometime soon sounds like a
good idea to me..."
"Maiden here. I'm close to running on fumes." she said with some worry
in her voice.
John waited for a moment for Stormies response but it never came.
"Stormie, what's your status?"
"Stormie? Hey Vince? You in there?" Pyro said.
Suddenly Stormies quivering voice was then heard over the com.
"I-I-im good Phoenix. Maybe 10 more minutes of flight time left... M-m-
maybe not..."
"hey... Stormie? What's eating at you?" Pyro asked lightly.
"I... I don't want to talk about it..." he said in a quiet voice.
The com was quiet for a while before John spoke up. "Snake eyes see if
you can gain contact with an airstrip nearby."
"Roger that Pheonix"
Over the next couple of minutes only Snake eye's voice was heard over
the com. "this is Major Thomas Hooker of the United States Air Force.
Me and four other USAF jets are requesting an emergency landing to any
available runway. Someone please respond. I repeat this is Major
Thomas..."
Suddenly a voice was heard over the radio. It was a heavy Russian
woman's voice but was hard to understand because of all the static.
"This is Rustavi international airport. We read you Major; I have your
group on radar. Make right turn 38 degrees and head west. You should
see our base directly ahead you. Your flight is clear to land on
runway 4 9'er. Emergency vehicles are being scrambled as we speak."
A flood of release filled Mobius squadrons hearts as the voice spoke
over the com. Snake eyes expressed how happy they were over the com as
he replied.
"It feels great to hear your voice ma'm! Were on our approach now!"
"Roger that major. Good luck..."
As Mobius squadron banked left towards the airport far of in the
distance John looked off in the distance and sighed. They were going
to make it...
A/N: oooo... seting up for some good chapters to come!
next chapter should be out in a week or two.
hoped you liked it and remember.... REVIEWS AND IDEAS ARE A BIG HELP so if you got anything just please let me know. good or bad
-vipervet