(Events during the fourth to the fifth year of war)
It's all quiet on the Western front. A 'no-man's' land between French and German borders was filled with pock marks and dirt. Smoke can be seen across the German horizon. A group of birds were seen flying across the dull, open sky, hoping to find a branch to sit on. Twisted scrap metal that used to be a part of a jet aircraft stuck out like a sore thumb on this barren land. A few hundred meters in French borders stood a huge wall with watchtowers, overlooking the land. The American flag, now tainted with the Swastika sign, waved along with the wind that blew from the North. Winter arrived in this disputed land in its harshest way. The nuclear war brought a new ice age to this new world. Individual countries no longer exist. It is now between the American Nationalist and Eurasian Democratic Republic in a struggle of ideologies.
Suddenly, streaks of white vapour cut across the dull sky, followed by a sonic boom. A sound of a bomb dropping towards the ground was heard. The bomb met its target, the wall. It let off a huge explosion, creating a hole in the wall. More artillery shells followed after. They hit the main artillery guns on the walls, rendering them useless. Then a swarm of German Leopard and British Challenger tanks moved quickly across the barren land, trying to enter France.
Nationalist troops loaded their anti-tank weapons and fired at the tanks. One-by-one, the tanks blew up into pieces. But the armored wave continued to move in. The Nationalist M1 Abrams tanks came through the hole from behind the wall, assisting the watchtowers on the Blitzkrieg assault by the Eurasian forces.
From behind the lines, a brunette Caucasian teenager looked at the assault through his binoculars. He then turned to a blonde Caucasian teen, his subordinate.
"Terry, when will the teams be ready?" asked the brunette.
"In a minute, Doug," replied Terry. Doug reached out for his radio.
"Haans, Kreutz, Oppemheimer, one minute and counting," he announced. Then he looked at his 8-man strike team. They were all nervous. He counted till the last second.
"Ok, people, its time," said Doug and he and his team moved out from their bunkers and towards their position.
After reaching their position, which is a rock formation near the wall, Doug turned to an Asian girl. She had skin as white as marble, her slick, black hair flowed towards her shoulders and her fringe covered the left part of her face.
"Vespin, enemy count in those watchtowers," instructed Doug. She closed her eye for a while before reporting back.
"Ninety troops, ten at each tower, additional forces, twenty M1 tanks and five jets scrambled. Laser defense turrets, three active," reported Vespin. Then he turned to both silver-haired and brunette teens to give the orders.
"Ivan, show what Russian snipers are made of. Maddie, show your kickass Malaysian moves and try to get closer and pluck out those laser defense turrets," instructed Doug.
"Da, comrade," said Ivan in his heavy Russian accent. His hazel eyes never blinked once since he entered the theatre of war. He moved his silver fringe from his eyes and stared directly at the scope. Maddie nodded and moved out quickly to another viewpoint to get a shot at the laser turrets. Ivan aimed at one of the towers with his custom G3-SG1 sniper rifle. His target: a Nationalist soldier loading a missile into a launcher. His crosshair stuck on the missile.
"For the motherland," said Ivan before he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the missile, causing an explosion. There were missile piles in the tower, and they exploded too, causing a chain reaction. The tower burst into flames, much to the dismay of the Nationalist troops. The assaulting tank teams cheered and had their spirits up. They've started to move closer into France. Doug heard a crackle on his radio. He picked it up to listen to it.
"Thanks, eight more and all we need now is to get rid of those turrets so our missiles can get through," said a voice.
"We're working on that," replied Doug.
At a position not far from where Doug and his team were, Maddie was trying to get aim on the turrets, when an enemy squad spotted her.
"An infidel! Get her!" shouted the squad commander before the squad opened fire. Maddie quickly turned around and put her metallic left arm above her. The arm suddenly opened, forming a shield to protect her from incoming enemy fire. She grabbed her radio and sent a distress signal.
"Unit pinned down! Need assistance!" screamed Maddie through her radio while ricocheting bullets caused deafening sounds. She then pulled out her gun and started shooting back. The enemy squad formed a perimeter around her so she could not escape. Stuck at a ledge with nowhere to run, she started praying to god that she would rather be dead than to be captured. Then the bullets stopped ricocheting. She looked behind and saw Terry and Vespin standing atop the dead enemies.
"Sorry we couldn't catch up. We knew something's bound to happen," said Terry.
The turrets blew into bits as one by one Maddie plucked out their power supply. Seeing from his binoculars, he took out his radio from his back and reported in.
"Haans, Kreutz, Oppemheimer, the tanks are all yours," reported Doug. Across the land, TSWAT operatives jumped out of hiding and ambushed the Nationalist tanks with anti-tank launchers. The Nationalist tanks were destroyed, opening way for the British and German tanks to roll into France. Ivan plucked out the Nationalist troops manning the towers, clearing off any opposition. The Nationalist Raptors were taken care of by the Eurofighters and the MiGs, while the rest of the invasion army marched into France. Doug looked at his wristwatch as he saw the army entering through the walls.
"9:00 a.m., at least 3 hours before the Nationalist reinforcements arrive. All right, grab your gear, we're heading back to camp," said Doug. His team packed up and left the area.
The group was heading back to camp at the bunker not far from the battlefield.
"Well, that was easy, we didn't do much," said a green-haired guy to a blue-haired girl, walking together side-by-side.
"But anyway, we have to be there just in case something happens," replied the blue-haired girl.
"Like what?" asked the green-haired guy.
"Like Maddie's situation. Jeez, why are you so stupid….," complained the blue-haired girl.
"Aw, come on. If I was stupid, you must be quite stupid to choose me as your lover boy, Yee Lin," replied the green-haired boy, reaching out his arms, attempting to grope her.
"Man up, James," said Yee Lin as she pushed James gently away from her. Doug sighed at their antics.
"Kids these days………," he thought aloud.
"Hey, you're a kid too, Doug, so think before you say something," rebutted James.
"Singaporeans…," Doug smiled to himself while he shook his head. Terry just rolled his eyes as James was about to start ranting.
"As you can see, we still fit into the kid group, the 13-18 age groups….," ranted James before Yee Lin reached up and locks her lips with his. James stopped talking after that, fazed.
"Thanks, Yee Lin," praised Terry.
"No problem," replied Yee Lin.
They reached the camp at the bunker. There were several Eurocopter Tiger assault choppers and Russian Hind transport choppers on standby, ready for lift-off. Troops were loading missiles on the Tiger assault choppers while some paratroopers got onto the Hind transports. Ground crew was fastening the cables on the Hinds so they could carry the German Panzerhaubitze 2000 artillery vehicles. A young man about the age of 20 went forward to greet Doug and his team.
"Commander Gerald McKenna, British 21st paratrooper battalion," introduced the man.
"Commander Douglas Kreig, the Eurasian TSWAT 1st Alpha team," introduced Doug.
"Commander, we haven't got time. I'll brief you about our next mission on the way to the target zone."