Day 1: 1500 Hours
It had been a mere two hours since the attack on the Canadian outpost, and things were already looking grim. The small group of survivors remained huddled in a dense thicket of brush as they awaited for some kind of orders to come in over their radios, but they heard only silence. Kate was still sobbing over her fathers death, and held the pistol Humphrey had retrieved dearly by her heart. Inscribed on both sides were the names Kate, Lilly, and Eve written in solid gold.
Humphrey felt quite triumphant in his heroic deed. He wanted to sit by her side and confort her, but he knew this was too sensative of a subject for him to deal with. And with the oposing forces closing in on them, he had no choice but to stay on guard. He, Saltey, Shakey, Mooch, and Devin sat together, away from the others and talked between themselves as Garth watched around on his scope for movement.
Kate wasn't the only one who had taken Winstons death closely. Hutch also mourned to himself. He hid from the others behind a large pine tree looking down at the pistol he had been carrying when Winston was shot. He pulled the magazine out and stared blankly at the seven rounds inside. He felt like he had just lost the closest thing he had to a father figure, and not only that, but a deep sense of failure loomed over him. It felt like it was all his falt that Kate had lost her dad, and the fact that Lilly and Eve weren't there made it all the worse.
"I got movement, 100 meters ahead," Garth called out suddenly. Hutch instantly threw the magazin back into the firearm and grabbed his primary weapon. He twirled around the trunk of the tree to use it for cover and grit his teeth as the bushes rustled. Humphrey and his squad also took up defensive positions and readied themselves to fire. Kate managed the strength to grab her rifle as well and clear the tears from her eyes so she could shoot.
"How many," Hutch barked over the silence.
"Looks like, wait five? Why would they just send five," Garth questioned. Hutch lowered his weapon curiously.
"Are you sure there aren't more," Hutch asked.
"Ye-yeah I'm positive, that's all," Garth said in slight confusion.
"Jesus christ, for the love of god don't shoot us," called an unfamiliar voice. The accent sounded more American than anything else. They all lowered their weapons as five American soldiers broke through the bushes dressed in full combat gear. One of which, was female, and shrieked with excitement when she saw Kate.
"OMIGOSH KATE," Lilly screamed as she ran over to her sister and threw her arms around her. Kate was completely stunned by her sisters appearance but managed to return her hug. The other four were a bit more fierce looking than the shrill and funloving lilly. Two of them had silver fur and matched each others appearance exactly, the third had white fur with red striping all around his body, and the third had all black fur and was clearly the leader.
"My god you guys look like you've been through hell," on of the silver furred ones blurted out but was elbowed by the other.
"Haze shut up," he barked.
"Who are you," Hutch asked interrupting the ensuing argument.
"They're American special forces," Kate said as she pulled herself away from Lilly.
"Delta Force to be exact, there are American units placed all around Canada. We were sent here just in case the Russians pulled something like this, and so we're here to help you guys out," the dark on said confidently. "I'm Midnight, this is my brother Richoh, and those two are the twins Byron and Haze," he continued as he introduced the others.
"Are you all that we have," Hutch asked in disbelief.
"Well, not exactly, our combat expert Blackjack had some problems parachuting in, and we think he got captured. We're going to go get him back," Midnight said. No one could object considering this was their only form of assistance, and possibly there only chance to get out alive.
"A little FYI, most of your unit has already been wiped out. Those that managed to flee into the forrest are going to be caught, and if they aren't shot on site, they'll be shipped of to prison camps. Your base is being converted into one right now, and they'll be putting the first wave of prisoners there. That's where we'll pick Blackjack up," Midnight said with a sinister smile.
"Wait you said we were gonig to rescue him, now we're picking him up," Hutch asked suspiciously. The twins smiled and nodded to him.
"You haven't seen him fight yet,"
The march back to the outskirts of the base was tiring. The group had justworked their way into the woods and now they were having to march back out. It was the worst on Garth and Mooch who were packing the heaviest firepower and were practically rolling in sweat. Thet were starting to regret their gross over-armament but they would just have to get over it.
Kate explained what had happened to Winston to Lilly who wanted to start balling her eyes out, but kept her composure, for now. Aside from that, no one said much. Hutch walked alongside the American team and tried to get some more information out of them, but they were reluctant to tell him much.
When they made it back to the very edge of the ruined outpost they were shocked to find the mercenaries busy setting up fences, guard towers, and barracks. T-90's, BTR's, and BMP's were parked together near what was bound to become a rearming and refueling station. In the center of all the chaos was a wolf with jet black fur with a white streak going down his chin, surrounded by four executionors, one on each side. His hands were bound behind his back and he was completely unarmed, but he didn't show fear.
"We have to help him," Humphrey said as he tried to raise his carbine, but Ricoh stopped him.
"No, you'll only get him killed. Just get ready to watch the fireworks," Ricoh said quietly. Humphrey and the others stirred uneasily, with the exception of the American team, as Blackjack was pushed to his knees and one of the mercs pulled a pistol from its holster and started speaking in Russian. He pressed the barrel to Blackjacks head and started to pull the trigger. BANG!
In a flash Blackjack ducked his head and thebullet whizzed down his back and split the ropes that bound his hands together. With his hands free he quickly unfastened the knife on his boot with one and grabbed the knife of his executionor with the other. He lashed upward, slicing open the foes throat as the second rushed him from behind. But he had prepared for that, he sent his leg in an backwards kick, which freed the knife from its sheath and into the throat of his rear attacker.
From the left and right the last two tried to rush him but their attempts were futile. Blackjack whirled around the right rusher and grabbed the exposed pistol that lay in its holster. Before the Russian had a chance to turn her raised the weapon and pulled the trigger, sending a round through both of their heads. But he wasn't done yet. As the two fell to the ground he grabbed a spare magazine for one of their AK-47's and flung it towards the fuel depot. As it fell he shot it with the pistol, causing the rounds inside the magazine to explode cataclysmically, and ignite the fuel tanks.
In mere seconds Blackjack had not only freed himself, but sent the entire camp up in flames. The guards were sent into chaos as the fire spread across the camp, allowing Blackjack the oppurtinity to casually walk out of the unfinished fence unnoticed. He looked at the pistol he held as if it were filthy and tossed it back into the compound and wiped his gloved hands onto his pants.
"Not too shabby Blackjack, but I'm going to deduct points for not retrieving your knife," Midnight said as he patted Blackjack on the shoulder. Blackjack smirked and held up the blood covered knife.
"Oh didn't I," he said sarcastically. Midnight smiled and nodded.
"Touche," he said with a shrug. All of their jaws were on the ground. They could have never dreamed about doing something like that. They might have been in trouble at first, but the tables were quickly turning.
