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Capt. Frank Larson: Out of the 39, 000 men and women that make up the United States Coast Guard there are only 280 rescue swimmers. This is because we are the Coast Guard's elite. We are the best of the best. When storms shut down entire ports, we go out. When hurricanes ground the United States Navy, we go out. And when the holy Lord himself reaches down from heaven and destroys his good work with winds that rip houses off the ground, We. Go. Out. ~The Guardian

Adam

It wasn't hard to convince Adam to return to his hometown and rescue victims from the monster invasion. In fact, it might be considered an old habit of his. He slipped on his gear and headed out to the helicopter, making sure to duck under the rapidly spinning blades. Hopping onto the helicopter he turned to scope out his crew for the mission. Rumor was that it had been hard to convince a pilot to fly out in this weather, but they were under the reassurance that they would be covered by the United States Air Force.

"You ready for this, man?" Adam questioned the pilot as they lifted off.

"No, but somebody's gotta do it, right?" Robert, whom Adam had flown with before and he liked, seemed like he was putting up a brave front. But hey, most people didn't rush headlong to confront alien forces.

"Right," Adam grinned, eager to get back into action, though he may be wearing a different suit this time around.

"Alright," another crewmember turned to give Adam a rundown of the situation that they would soon encounter, "We've got a couple, stranded out in the ocean. Their speedboat was hit by enemy fire."

"Got it," Adam nodded.

The door was opened, letting in a rush of air, as Adam surveyed the scene. He looked down at the ripples of water going outward as the air caused by the blades pounded down on it. He could see the wreckage from the boat, and two people desperately clinging to some of the floating debris.

Glancing up he could see two fighter jets, emblazoned on the side was, 'United States Air Force'. Adam took a deep breath and let the crew know that he was ready for drop off. He hung his legs off the sides of the chopper and pushed off. He pulled down his mask in freefall, and kept his body rigid. Adam always loved this part of the mission, the adrenaline rush from dropping from high above into a solid body of water.

Then, came impact. Adam was immersed in the water and climbed his way to the surface. Breaking through, Adam signaled to the men on the helicopter that he was okay. With that over with, he made his way to the stranded couple.

"I'm with the United States Coast Guard, I'm here to help you," Adam calmly reassured them.

"Oh thank God!" the woman cried. Adam looked up at the helicopter and signaled for the basket to be lowered. Once it reached them, Adam loaded the woman onto it, and signaled for the men to take it back up.

As it was on its ascent, Adam noticed a velocifighter slip passed the U.S. Air Force.

"Watch out!" Adam began waving his arms around frantically in the air, knowing that they probably could not hear him over the roar of the helicopter blades.

Robert looked down, "What's Adam doing?"

"I have no idea."

The helicopter began to spin out of control as the tail was hit by enemy fire. The basket swung around wildly in the air. Adam grabbed the man and began to swim away, to clear the area in case the chopper went down. There was an explosion as they sustained more enemy fire, and the ball of flame plummeted to the ocean depths. The impact huge, causing massive concussive waves pulsing outward from the point of impact. Adam was pulled under and came back up gasping for air.

He stood frozen, this couldn't be happening. In all his years as a ranger, he had never lost a member of his team before, it was just incomprehensible. He was shaken out of his state as the man began to swim towards the inferno.

"No, you can't go there, it's to dangerous," Adam grabbed him, but the man struggled in his grip.

"My fiancé," he balled.

"They're gone," with that a steel determination came over Adam to save this man no matter what.

"Lets go. I don't think shore is that far off, we might be able to make it swimming," Adam and the man started swimming towards shore, pumping their arms as hard as they could. At least the velocifighters were leaving them alone, thinking them to be a lost cause.

Suddenly the man turned to him, "Hey, has anyone told you that you swim like,"

Adam interrupted him, "a frog. So I've been told."

"Yeah." Adam smirked for the frog had gotten him through many a time of need. Hopefully he would pull through for him again.

After swimming for a while, Adam's muscles began to burn, and his companion just stopped and let himself go under.

"Oh no you don't," Adam quickly swam over to him and yanked him up.

"I'm tired, and cold, just let me go," Adam had been trained to withstand the cold, but this man had not. So he stripped off his jacket, leaving him in his black t-shirt and threw it around the man. Gripping the man tightly, Adam shook him,

"You are not giving up. There is a reason you were spared. Do not let their deaths be in vain. We will live," With a spark of energy due to Adam's impassioned speech they set off for shore again.

Finally, after some hard swimming the two reached the shores of Angel Grove. Too exhausted to do much they just laid there, gasping for breath. And that is when the Quantrons pounced on them. They grabbed his arms and hauled him to his flipper clad feet. Adam couldn't put up much of a fight; he had used up his energy swimming for his life.

The Quantrons took them to what seemed to be a holding area for the citizens of Angel Grove; the area was surrounded by an army of Quantrons. They tossed the two drenched men to the floor. Adam soon passed out from exhaustion, right on the cement floor.