Evacuation Order April
Private Wells grimaced. He'd gotten stuck with the Washington Monument Evac Site. Of course it was his luck to be stuck with the site that was out in the open and being attacked from every side. The Russians had been trying to breach the perimeter for the past hour, only now they were throwing everything they had at them. It all started when their armored support, an Abrams named Sweet Thang was destroyed.
"RPG!" shrieked Private Alderman, losing his cool with their support gone.
"Negative! Sarge, they got Javelins!" shouted Wells, slapping some sense into Alderman at the same time.
"Take out those launchers! They keep this up and we'll be walking!" shouted Sgt. Bortolucci . "Slayback! How are we coming on loading that bird?"
"Two more and we'll be full, Sarge." returned Corporal Slayback, jamming more people into the Chinook's rear hatch. "You're full! Get the hell out of here!"
"Roger that." returned the pilot, slowly raising the bird into the air. As the helicopter reached about fifty feet, a missile exploded against the side of the chopper.
"Shit! Somebody take out those goddamn rocket launchers!" shouted Bortolucci. "Alderman! Get on the horn and tell them if we don't get some support their will be no evacuation!"
"This is the Washington Monument Evac Site, requesting support. We are pinned down by infantry and light armor. Repeat, requesting support. We are unequipped to deal with this threat." said Alderman, speaking in his calm 'radio' voice which differed from how he was really feeling. "Sarge. They ain't got nothing!"
"Wells! Get over to the CP and tell them that without support we will lose this evac site!" shouted Bortolucci, firing his SCAR-H at the advancing Russians. Wells crawled over the barbed wire and ran across the road towards the CP, he jumped into the trench leading to the entrance and ran as fast as he could. He kicked down a door labeled: Authorized Personal Only, inside he found Colonel Marshall.
"Sir, the evac site is requesting support." said Wells.
"Tell them that none is available." returned Marshall.
"Sir, if we don't get some support the Washington Monument Evac Site will be lost!" shouted Wells, knowing every wasted moment here was a moment his friends could be dying.
"Understood. I will deploy Hunter Two-One to clear the Department of Commerce. That should take some of the pressure off you." said Marshall, "Good luck, son."
"Thank you, sir." said Wells, giving the Colonel a crisp salute before returning to the hell that was outside the bunker. It wasn't what he wanted but it was better then nothing.
"This is Hunter Two-One. We've captured the enemy crow's-nest." said Foley. "Allen! Get on that sniper rifle!"
"You got it." said Allen, mounting the rifle. The .50 cal barked as it's slug shot from the barrel and split a Russian in half. Turning slightly to his left he could see more Russians moving in on the perimeter, four more shots cleared up that problem.
"I don't know who you are, but thank you." radioed Bortolucci, "We owe you many beers."
"More like a case," muttered Dunn, watching the entrance to the crow's-nest.
"This is Hunter Two-One Actual, we've got you covered. Watch out, I see Russians advancing from the west!" radioed Foley, watching troop movements through his binoculars.
"Roger that." returned Bortolucci. "Squad, we've got incoming from the west!"
"Sarge, we got incoming. Armor and air support." said Allen, still picking off targets with the M82. "Their gonna get hammered if we don't take those vehicles out."
"Roger that. Ramirez! Grab a Javelin and take out those vehicles!" shouted Foley, grabbing a Javelin himself. The rocket propelled itself straight up and then came crashing down, destroying the BTR from above.
"Keep up the fire Two-One. We've got another chopper dispatched." radioed Bortolucci, "We're gonna have to leave some of these people behind, we don't have enough birds for all of them."
Wells couldn't believe what he was hearing. His own Sergeant was planning on leaving these innocent people to die.
"Sarge, you being serious?" asked Wells, reloading his SCAR-H.
"'fraid so." Bortolucci said quietly, "Marshall wants us to take the next chopper to help him recapture Whiskey Hotel."
Wells blinked, Whiskey Hotel meant the White House. But he pushed the thought from his mind, they could rebuilt the White House they couldn't rebuild lives. The final Blackhawk landed, and the battle for control of the aircraft began. The Rangers cramming into the chopper the civilians fighting over who got to live and who would get left behind.
"We're too heavy! We can't support all this weight! Somebody's gonna have to get off!" shouted the pilot.
A petite woman raised her hand and said "I'll get off."
But Wells was faster, having already leapt off the Blackhawk. "No way in hell, ma'am. That lighten your load enough?"
"Affirmative. We're barely under the weight limit." responded the pilot.
"Wells! What the hell are you doing?" shouted Bortolucci, noticing that Wells was standing on the ground watching the helicopter rise.
"Sorry, sir. Looks like I missed my flight." said Wells with a wave. He sat down on a sandbag pile and watched the helicopter raise until it was swallowed up by the massive fleet of helicopters flying away from D.C. He sighed, his mama had always taught him to be a gentleman and put women before himself. She'd be happy, after a lifetime of ignoring that aspect of her teachings he'd finally applied it. Sure, it'd likely be the end of him but then he'd be able to see mama again. Then he'd show her what a good grandson he turned out to be. From the top of the Department of Commerce rose another Blackhawk, no doubt carrying Hunter Two-One.
Ramirez gripped the twin handles on the minigun until his knuckles turned white. For once the Rangers were on offense, finally getting some payback. It was almost relaxing to be able to lay waste to the poor little Russians as they tried to escape his deadly high explosive rounds. Flying in a low circle over the World War Two Memorial revealed it to be full of Russian Forces. Atop each of the four towers stood several Russian soldiers, each armed with a RPG.
"Tangos with RPG's! Hold down that trigger 'til they don't get up!" shouted the pilot, leveling off so Ramirez would be able to get a better shot. Ramirez laid into the Russians, destroying chunks of the Memorial as the explosive rounds shredded anyone or anything stupid enough to get into his line of fire.
"Overlord to all units, Evacuation Order April, I repeat! Evacuation Order April! Everyone get the hell outta there!" cackled the radio.
Wells looked up, Evacuation Order April was for a full-scale retreat. He pulled off his helmet and prayed. They'd need an act of god to pull a victory out of this.
"Shit! Was that a SAM?" yelled Dunn, desperately trying to hold onto the helicopter and his lunch.
"Overlord, we're hit, but still in the air. We've got a massive SAM battery at the Department of Justice…we're going in!" shouted Foley, trying to reach command but having no such luck.
Allen wasn't certain this was the best plan of action given their Blackhawk had already taken a hit, in fact he wasn't even sure if Foley was being sane about sending them straight into the SAM battery. It was pure suicide, but Foley was in charge which meant he would have to suck it up and follow his lead. Ramirez was blazing away at any Russian's visible in the windows, he almost seemed to relish in the destruction he was causing.
"We're losing altitude control!" shouted the pilot.
"Take us up! If we're going down, we're takin' those SAM sites with us!" returned Foley.
Once again, Allen was beginning to think that Foley may be trying to get everyone killed. Surprisingly, the pilot obeyed an the chopper ascended. And that's when he saw it. Foley wasn't exaggerating when he said they were facing a massive SAM battery. At least, six SAM launchers were pointed in their direction. Ramirez, try as he may could not destroy all the SAM's before they fired off a missile.
Dunn was barely able to let out a quiet "Shit." Before the helicopter was hit for the second and final time, sending it into an out of control tail spin.
The helicopter hit the pavement, and the whole world went black.
Of Their Own Accord, rather then describe things you'd see and do by playing the game I decided to bring back Wells to give you an idea of the things going on at the Evac Site.
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Major Mike Powell III, it was Adrian ShephArd. So we were both wrong. Lol.
