(In Winnipeg…)
General Toby Anderson called in the commanders present in Winnipeg, planning for the next move while the Eurasian forces were reinforcing Halifax. Rina and Jonsey were present in the meeting; Rina resting her head over his arm.
"The Eurasian forces have landed in Halifax and are ready to join up with us when we make the call. I need David and Leonard to lead the 21st battalion southward. Xavier and myself will take the 15th regiment and the 4th battalion and meet up with them in Toronto," said Toby, looking at his commanders, making sure they understood the order. Then he looked at Jonsey and Rina.
"For both of you, I want you to be the advanced team to enter Chicago with our Delta teams, try to make it easier for the invasion force to land once Toronto is in our hands. Are you up to it?" asked Toby.
"Whatever you say, mate," replied Jonsey enthusiastically. Rina just nodded. Toby nodded at their gesture and made an announcement.
"Ok, we'll be leaving within the hour. Dismissed," said Toby, walking towards the radio to make contact with the Eurasian forces. The rest of the commanders left.
Rina was preparing in her room, wearing her boots when Jonsey knocked on the door.
"Come in," said Rina. She was surprised when Jonsey came to see her.
"Hello luv. You ready?" asked Jonsey, sitting right next to her on her bed.
"I am, of course. Why?" replied Rina. Jonsey was staring in her eyes.
"Because your beautiful eyes tell me so," said Jonsey, leaning in for a kiss. Rina embraced it and tasted every bit she enjoyed. The kiss began to arouse both of them as they lay down on the bed, enjoying each moment each partner had to offer.
Arthuria was about to knock on the door when she heard the bed springs creak repeatedly. She blushed at the thought that Rina and Jonsey were in there and walked past the room face-red.
(Back in Halifax….)
Douglas was sitting by the wharf as the Eurasian troops were securing Halifax city when Terry and Ivan came and stood behind him.
"They want to move to Victoria Harbour. Said there was a ship waiting for us to take us to Rina," said Terry. Doug turned around and faced Terry.
"Isn't the entire Resistance forces heading towards Toronto?" asked Doug.
"She volunteered to go in as an advanced team into Chicago. The ship is one of the vessels going to assist in the assault," replied Terry. Ivan looked on to the harbor, when a breeze came in and hit their faces.
"The winter's not calming down very soon," commented Doug before called on by a commanding officer, telling them that they'd be leaving now.
Yulie Pendragon and her SAS Group F team rushed through the city centre of Toronto, busting through every building they see, clearing them out. The Eurasian forces were also there, with tanks running on the streets and helicopters flying in the skies. The Resistance also offered a helping hand, with their jets making bombing runs and keeping the Nationalist jets grounded. Yulie and her SAS group got back from the streets after clearing a hospital and met up with a Leopard tank. The German tank commander came out and spoke.
"The Resistance will be coming in from the north. So if you see an Abrams, make sure it wasn't the Nationalists….." Before he could say another word, a loud explosion happened, attracting their attention to the sky; a Nationalist Black Hawk spinning out of control and heading towards them.
"Oh shit! Drive! Drive!" yelled the tank commander as he hid back into the tank; the tank began moving. Yulie and her SAS team quickly retreated back into the hospital as the out-of-control helicopter launched a few missiles that hit nearby buildings and crashed on the road they were on. The helicopter dragged on and hit the Leopard, knocking it at the back. The helicopter disabled the tank, destroying the engine the tank relied on. The tank commander came out to assess the damage.
"Aw man. Now we're a sitting duck," cursed the commander as he looked at the distance. He saw some Nationalist troops firing at them. One of them had a Javelin.
"Oh crap! Get out, everyone! Javs spotted!" yelled the commander, jumping out with a G36 rifle at hand. The others came out just as fast. The Javelin trooper launched a missile and the missile flew up. The missile hit just after the driver escaped, sending shrapnel everywhere and destroying the tank. Now stuck in the hospital, Yulie, the SAS group and the tank crew have to hold off the incoming Nationalist troops. The Javelin trooper, so much for their annoyance, kept firing at the hospital as though the Geneva Convention never existed. Then a Resistance Apache quickly came to their rescue, gunning down all the Nationalst soldiers surrounding the hospital. A Javelin trooper that was gunned down survived and fired a missile before bleeding to death. The missile hit the Apache's tail rotor, and the helicopter came crashing down. Yulie and her team rushed out to search for the pilots. Only one of them survived. The more gunfire came as a new batch of Nationalist troops rushed towards them. Yulie carried the five foot nine pilot (Yulie is exactly five feet tall) on her back and carried him all the way back into the hospital. The SAS gave her covering fire, before an airstrike came in and wiped them out. A group of Resistance Humvees rushed in and parked outside the hospital. Soldiers came out to secure the perimeter. Yulie came out and met with them.
"Yulie Pendragon of SAS Group F?" asked a soldier.
"Yea, why?" asked Yulie.
"Sorry we got you into this trouble but your sister took a detour to Chicago. We'll be taking you to the base outside Toronto and bring you there by a Sea Knight," said the soldier. The she looked at the others.
"What about them?" asked Yulie, pointing at them. One of the SAS troopers was carrying the wounded pilot. The soldier looked on.
"They'll be coming with us. Everyone, to the Humvees!" commanded the soldier, who was apparently a Lieutenant, waved at his teammates to get into the Humvees with the groups and then drove off from the hospital.
"Why did you have to take a detour? Jeez..," thought Yulie as the Humvees drove through neighborhoods and people's lawns.