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Ch 12

Sam awoke from her deep slumber to hear the steady bet of a heart rate
monitor. She could feel a bandage on her upper shoulder that was
covering the bullet wound from yesterday. The bandage was bringing a
dull pain to her shoulder but it was bearable. Focusing her eyes Sam
look up at the sealing to see a rather bright set of lights looking
down at her. To her left she saw the heart rate monitor with is line
bouncing every two seconds.

The slow melody of the HRM was quickly getting Sam to fall back
asleep. But just as her eyes began to close she heard a voice. "hey
she's waking up!"

Sam looked to the entrance of the room to see Jack in the doorway. He
was yelling down the hallway for someone to come here. A second later
Nickolie and the Russian Officer Alexander walked into the room with
her.

"are you feeling alright?" Nickolie said with a concerned voice.

Sam shifted in her bed before saying "ya... I'm fine. What happened?"

"well what can you remember?" Jack said walking over to her bed side.

"well... I remember going to talk with that Russian General... Then we
ran when he pulled a gun on us... We got to the hanger then... and
that's it. I woke up here... What did I miss?"

Jack and Nickolie both looked at each other trying to decide who would
explain the whole story. Finally Nickolie said "ill explain... after
you had fainted we had Jack take his jet, Alexander took mine and you
shared your jet with me. Russian soldiers had surrounded the hanger we
were in so I had to... Well... Make a hole... In the Russian line..."

Sam looked at Nickolie with a confused look. "how did you do that?"

Nickolie looked down to the floor then back up to Sam. "I... I had to
use your fuel air missiles..."

"You WHAT?!?!" Sam screeched.

"look I know it was something you pairs a lot of money for but-"

"no you don't understand! That was like a trophy to me! I had worked
my ass off to get a hold of one of those missiles!"

Jacks voice then rose above Nickolies and Sam's argument. "Hey! If it
wasn't for those missiles we would all be prisoners for those Russian
pigs!"

Sam looked down at the sheets on her bed and sighed. "ya... Maybe your
right. I'm sorry Nickolie..."

Nickolie smiled at her and said "it's fine Sam... Good to see your
feeling better."

"ya the doctors say that you should be able to get out of bed whenever
your ready." said Jack.

Sam looked over with an irritated expression and said "good... I hate
hospitals..."

Suddenly the doctor came in the doorway with a clip bored on pen.
"excuse me but I would like to give Miss Smith one last check up
before she leaves... I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."

Nickolie and the others each nodded there heads and began to walk out
the doorway. As Nickolie was about to walk out he turned his head and
said "your jets over in hanger 18 if you want to go and see it. Oh and
you remember those Americans we got into a fur ball with?"

Sam thought back two days ago and remembered their last mission.
"yes... Why?"

"well it turns out that their here at this base as well... Try to keep
you distance ok?"

Sam nodded her head in agreement... but she was thinking of the F-22
that didn't fire on her in the fur ball. As soon as she was ready she
would go see this pilot and find out why they had not fired...

John and Thomas were both in the hanger which stored Mobius squadrons
high-performance F-22s. Immediately after the pilots had arrived at
Rustavi their planes had been transported to the nearby hangers for
safety reasons. If the planes were kept outside then the Russian spy
satellites would see them. Since yesterday there had been nothing to
do on base so the two pilots had found some chairs and drinks to relax
with. Reclined back in his chair Tom stretched saying "aaahh... Not
what I had in mind for R&R but... It'll do..."

He took a swig of his orange flavored soda and continued "... But a
beer would have been nice..."

John shrugged his shoulders taking a gulp of his sweet orange soda and
said "hey I wouldn't mind one two but this is all they had..."

Tom laughed a little at his comment and took another swig. He looked
out the huge hanger door and stared at the distant runway. One of the
small commercial air planes was taking off. Tom sat there for a moment
listening to the low hum of the small plane fade away. Tom waited a
moment before turning to John.

"Hey Phoenix... You never really told me what your life was like
before all of this?"

Johns gaze fell to the floor as some painful memories returned to his
mind. "uhhh... It's kinda a long story..."

"I got time man... Dose it look like I got something better to do?"
Tom said with a light chuckle.

"well... I was right into the air force after high school. They needed
pilots so... I answered the call... You know?"

"that wasn't long... Sure your telling me everything?"

"yeah..." John said continuing to look at the ground. He thought about
Amelia... How she had just left him in the hospital. Part of him
wanted to see her... But the other part of him knew she was gone.

"you just don't want to talk about it do you?" Tom said.

All John could do was shake his head no.

"what about you? Got anyone back home?" John said.

Tom looked down at the ground then back up to John. "yeah I got a wife
and kid back in Virginia... They were going to be waiting for me
there... Maybe I'll get to see them when this whole war is over...
God I miss them..."

"I'm sorry... I hope their doing ok..."

Tom only responded with a nod and short "thanks".

After about an hour of talking with Tom the sun was starting to fall
on the horizon. John slowly got up and said "Aright I'm going to punch
pout early... See you tomorrow snake eyes..."

"yeah you too Phoenix." Tom said as he popped open his third soda for
the day.

When John was long gone from the hanger Tom felt like he still wasn't
alone. He turned around to see a young brown headed woman walking up
to him. Her arm lay limp in a sling as she walked over to Johns seat.

When the girl stopped next to Johns chair she sweetly asked "may I
join you?"

Tom nodded his head saying "sure take a seat."

The girl then sat back in the seat and sighed... She looked over at
Tom and asked "can I asked you something?"

"it depends on what your asking... Why?"

The girl looked back at the ground. She waited a moment before saying
"you know I was fighting against you in that battle two days ago...
Right?"

Tom didn't change his facial expression. "yes... But I'm not mad at you.
You were just doing your job..."

"well... I just need to know something..."

Tom looked at her curiously. "what's that?"

The girl looked back up to him and said "in that dogfight... One of
your pilots... They had a clear shot on me. But they didn't take it...
I need to know who it was..."

Tom shrugged saying "I'm sorry but I wouldn't know that... You could
go and ask the pilots themselves?"

The brown haired girl slowly got up. "it's ok... I don't need to know
right now... Thanks anyways..." slowly she walked away out the huge
hanger door.

Tom was a little confused but quickly shrugged it off. "that was
weird..." he said under his breath...

Back in the control tower Mr Gushter was looking at the radar screen.
There were a dozen unknown aircraft heading directly for them from
the west. The man picked up his headset and put it on.

"unidentified aircraft please state your intentions..."

Mr. Gushter waited for a response... But no one answered. He was just
about to put the base on alert when suddenly a voice came on the air.

"this is Captain Greg Davis of the USMC... I am leading strike team
Delta to your location. We have instructions to land at your base. Our
ETA is 10 minutes. Copy?"

Mr Gushter looked a bit surprised. This must have been the Americans
help. He then quickly keyed his mic again. "roger that Captain. Your
cleared to land..."

Tom was just about to fold up his chair when he heard a low rumble.
Curios he began to walk out on the tarmac. When he made his way
outside the hanger the rumble was getting louder. Tom started to
search the Skies for what ever was making the noise.

Suddenly low over the surrounding trees Tom spotted them... 6 f-35s
were flying formation low over the ground.

Tom watched as the six air craft began to circle the base at a low
altitude. After a few seconds he heard another sound... The deep thump
of a helicopter.

From the same direction the F-35s came from Tom saw 4 more objects in
the air. But there was some thing unique about these objects. They
looked exactly like a plane but sounded like helicopters...

As they got closer the planes did something interesting... The
propellers began to rotate into an inverted position. Tom knew
exactly what they were... V-22 ospreys...

As the propellers turned the V-22s slowed down approaching the Tarmac.
Tom watched as they each touched down and lowered their loading ramps.
Soldiers then began to walk out of the ramps and over to the front of
the V-22s. As they walked out Tom noticed something on the side of the
ospreys. In black bold letters there was a word MARINES.

The propellers of the V-22s began to slow down as Tom watched the 6
F-35s landing behind them. One of the soldiers that came off the V-22s
walked over to Tom. As he got closer to him Tom could see the name tag
vellcroed to his chest. The soldier had a little smirk on his face.

The name tag read 'Troop'...

A/N: Thats right... Blair Troop is back! He is going to be helping out with taking down the Doomsday Project.

I know these last few chapters havnt been that action packed but dont worry! Action will come soon! Just hang in there!

IDEAS PEOPLE! Im open to them! Just hit me up aright?