Ten minutes later they touch down and began the process of unloading and loading. McCord rubbed his head as he realized he had a raging headache. Davis looked over to him and asked, "You alright?"

McCord nodded. "Yeah just got a bad hangover right now."

Davis chuckled and looked back as Silvers flashed a thumbs up. "We're taking off." Davis spoke trying to get McCord's attention, which it did. The headache he just would have to put off into his mind till this whole ordeal is done. Five minutes later the Apache and Blackhawk were flying side by side as if both had a determined goal.

"RPG!" One of the soldiers shouted, and Silvers looked out and spotted it.

"I see it. Seven o'clock. Bank left!" Silvers shouted over the intercom. McCord began to bank as it missed again and instead struck Helix Eight Two's tail. The Apache shuttered as the explosion destroyed the tail section. Slowly the helicopter lurched forward and began to spin out of control going down.

McCord circled over the Apache that was still going down. Finally the Apache's tail hit the side of a three story building and the Apache lurched forward impacting nose first on the street below. "Overlord, this is Dagger Two-One requesting to go on immediate SAR. We have an downed Apache in Grid: 257797." Davis spoke as he watched for signs of life.

"There!" McCord pointed. "Small arms fire and movement. We gotta get down there."

"Dagger Two-One, this is Overlord. SAR has been approved."

"Dagger Two-One copies." Davis spoke as McCord began to descend. McCoy started to spin the minigun up and open fire on the approaching Russians. The Rangers inside decided to get out and suppress the enemy movements as Silvers ran out to get the pilots. As he got to the crashed Apache, he saw that the gunner had slammed his head against his dashboard and probably shattered his skull. He gently lifted up the gunner and carried him to the UH-60. He ran back as quickly as he could to get the pilot. He began to drag her out as she was conscious. She managed to sit down on her own, close to the cockpit and right next to Silvers. She looked down as if she had broken her toy. McCord understood what it was like to lose a helicopter. As the Rangers began to re-mount, multiple shots were fired at the helicopter. McCord began to lift off when he felt bullets strike the helicopter and heard glass shatter next to him. Davis was hunched over holding his thigh, and his chest and was bleeding. He was hit by bullets fired from below. As McCoy began to open fire on the Russians trying to avenge his comrade's wounds, he exposed himself as a bullet struck him in the head. He stopped firing and slumped over the mini-gun. Silvers turned around when he saw blood dripping down the gun. He shrieked and grabbed McCoy, and went into shock. The crew had been together since Aviation training, and now McCoy was gone.

McCord looked at Davis who was groaning. He was seriously worried as his co-pilot could be in critical until he heard Silvers whisper on the intercom, "McCoy's hit."

Both turned and looked into the cabin to see the status of McCoy. As soon as they turned to look, they quickly turned back around. The pilots couldn't bring themselves to watch as one of their friends was just shot and killed trying to save the others. McCord looked forward as a gear clicked in his soul, "We have to continue on mission." It saved the others from insanity as Silvers put McCoy down and went back to where he was needed. Davis began to apply basic aid care to the wounds while still flying. Five minutes later, and after taking more small arms fire, McCord set the Blackhawk onto Burger Town's roof where the Rangers deployed. The wounded refused to leave and McCord started to ascend when he saw the Sergeant from earlier. McCord motioned to Davis to take over and McCord opened his door and stepped out of the cockpit and walked over to the Sergeant who was also walking toward McCord. Both shook hands and introduced each other.

"Thanks for the help sir. Without you and your crew, we would've lost this town."

"Anytime Sergeant, you need us just call us."

Both finally shook hands one last time and departed. McCord got back into the cockpit and closed his door and took off as Foley and his men began to hold the line against the invading Russian troops.

"Dagger Two-One, this is Overlord. Return to FOB Alpha."

"Dagger Two-One copies."

McCord finally closed his eyes. His day was over, and the lines were held. They could mourn McCoy on their own time McCord finally concluded. He looked over at the female pilot who finally took off her helmet revealing beautiful long silky brown hair. She looked over at him and his mouth dropped. It was actually her, it was Vanessa. Vanessa escorted McCord in and out of the combat zones. She smiled recognizing who this pilot was. He was so familiar to her like McCord but she couldn't figure out until they made eye contact.

"Hey there fly-boy." Her voice spoke with tease.

McCord smiled and joked, "At least I have a bird still." McCord looked at Vanessa's gunner and nodded for Silvers to check him out.

"Holy shit. How did this poor bastard make it?" Silvers exclaimed.

"How bad." McCord ask skipping all the worthless information.

"Really bad. Shattered skull, serious trauma to the head. It's as if he slammed his head numerous times in the crash. His pulse is slower and if you want my estimate, he probably has ten minutes to live if we don't get him the proper care he needs." Silvers looked up at McCord with concern.

"Relax, we're already beginning to land." Davis spoke with a grunt.

"What's the issue with you?" Silvers snapped not knowing Davis was shot.

"He's been shot Silvers." McCord spoke un-interested in explaining as they began to land at the FOB. Finally, they land and McCord got out to help out Davis as the medics rushed to help out. As he was leaving he heard Vanessa speak, "Alex, help me with Hunter."

He looked over his shoulder and saw Vanessa and Silvers carry Hunter to the nearest medical tent. Medics soon pulled McCoy out and set him along the side of other KIA's. Everyone gathered around McCoy and said their final goodbyes, Silvers stayed the longest as the two were close friends. McCord left him in peace and walked with Vanessa wrapping his arm around her pulling her closer while she wrapped her arm around his waist. Both walked into the quarters and laid down next to each other holding hands. Vanessa began to snuggle up next to McCord as he became her shield again.