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Well now, funzone did not seem so fun after being blown to bits. The carnival rides were now obliterated, one of them was now even inside of the main building. To my groups dismay, there were many dead bodies surrounding the amusement park, both alien and human. Neither man woman or child was spared, all had bullet wounds and none of them were alive. There was only thing on my mind now; revenge.

"Sean, keep moving to the national guard base, its right behind the parking lot," I said as I finished up nursing the wound on my leg.

"Hey, Rob, do you think the National Guard could have held out?" My brother was in a current state of shock and I didn't want to scare him.

"Hell ya, how else would those alien bastards have died, our boys held 'em off." Said Sean as we rounded the corner into the National Guard base. It was not in that much of a better condition than funzone was, but there was human life. There was a single MH-53 Pave Low helicopter with the Marines insignia on the tail, hovering over a single M2A2 Bradley IFV. A crew of Marine personnel was securing hooks onto the vehicle to prepare it for flight.

Sean pulled up to an out posts with two marines manning an M2 Browning machine gun. "Hey, what happened here?" he said while gesturing towards the dead alien bodies surrounding a blown-up barracks. "What the fuck does it look like? We got invaded. If you want to live grab what gear you need and jump into the Bradley, were going to respond to a Naval distress call on the south shore." His uniform was shredded and blood stained his fatigues. His large burly form however seemed able to take and dish out one hell of a beating.

Seeing the man talking to us was a gunnery sergeant by the name of Rogers, I said "Sir, can we have some better weapons, all we got is a couple of shotguns, a bolt-action rifle and a single-fire version of the M14."

"Why, do you expect us to let a kid like you fight?" stated the second marine, a short stout Lance Corporal by the name of Fredrick. By looking at his face, I could tell he was running on fumes, his black face seemed to be drawn of its natural dark color, leaving him looking pale.

"Wasn't asking for your permission, I already killed two and I'm ready to kill a hundred more."

The two marines looked at each other before Rogers said "Talk to Colonel Wilkins over by the chopper, leave the car here but bring what weapons you want, and don't talk like that to either of us again, you hear me?"

"Yes sir. Christian grab the Zoli, SOCOM and lots of ammo for it, Sean grab the Benelli and a lot of ammo." As I said this, I began to grab ammo for my 770 and shove it into my backpack. I also grabbed the rifle, otherwise the ammo would have been useless. Duh.

As we walked over to where the Helicopter was, me with a slight limp, I easily spotted out the Colonel, he was the one yelling orders to the Pave Low pilot about loading the Bradley. As we got closer, the Marines finished loading the Bradley and began arming the weapons on it.

The Colonel appeared to be in his mid-forties and had grey hair with the usual Jarhead cut. He had several scars on his forehead and had dry blood on the back of his neck.

"Colonel Wilkins? We need some weapons and combat gear." I said.

He looked at the three of us with an observant eye and asked my brother in a Brooklyn accent, "How old are you son?"

"Thirteen sir."

"Are you able to use that rifle?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Then welcome to the Marine Corp, we need as many guns as we can get. M16's are under the tarp, ammo's on the shelves opposite the gun racks. Combat Gears next inside the compound." He turned back to yelling orders at the pilots.

We all yelled "OORAH!" before moving to the tarp to load up on weapons. I and Sean both grabbed an M16A4 assault rifle, his with a fore grip and mine with an M203 grenade launcher.

"Hey we should probably get the gear on before grabbing ammo," stated Sean.

"Ya, you're probably right." I said placing down the magazine I was loading. We moved to the compound and started to search for the gear.

"HOLY SHIT!" yelled my brother as we heard a loud gurgling sound. I ran over to where Christian was and I saw an injured alien.

"HEY! We need someone over here!" Yelled Sean as he stepped outside to get some more Marines.

A Private walked over to us and said; "what, you can't even get dre- Whoa! Colonel! We got a live one!"

The Colonel began running over to us with a Navy Corpsman right behind him. "Shit, well I guess we need to see what kills it. Jackson you and Private Hideyoshi do an autopsy. You kids quickly get ready and then load into the Bradley, were low on time. Get it done Marines."

We complied and got our gear, a MICH helmet and body armor as well as some extra Magazine holsters. We then got our ammo and we each grabbed a side arm. I was reaching for an M9 but saw a small crate underneath the rack. I opened it and saw a Colt M1911 pistol. I grabbed it and loaded all eighty rounds into ten magazines then moved out. I had about a hundred rounds for my 770 in my back pack, five thirty round magazines of 5.56 NATO ammunition for my M16 and ten grenades for the under barrel launcher. My brother and Sean then followed me into the Bradley.

" You three will be dropping last, were going into a hot combat zone, so be ready, get low and kill everything not human, got it?" the gunner of the 25mm cannon said to us. He seemed to be a bad ass lieutenant because he had a number representing the amount of enemies he's killed, 43.

"Got it." We simultaneously responded. "Good" he said. As he turned back to the gun controls the rest of the squad filed into the Bradley or the Pave Low.

"Jackson says to aim right of the heart. Its where there most vulnerable" said the Asian private as he sat down in his seat.

"You heard him Marines, right of the heart," said Wilkins, "aim to kill, Oorah?"

The entire squad yelled "OORAH!" in response.

"Out-Fuckin-Standing Marines! Let's go get some!"

We all yelled our agreement as we felt the Pave Low begin to take off. We were going to war, and I was ready to kill some bastard aliens with the Marine Corp. Oorah.

A/N: Sorry about not having any gunfights or action but I promise there will be a huge battle scene next chapter. I am also sorry about not putting any OC's in yet but one of them will join the story next chapter. If you can see the foreshadowing and you've read the reviews, you'll know who. Anyways see you in a week and please leave some reviews and more characters thanks.