Chapter 4:
[The following events depicted here and throughout the rest of the story take place during the present day, 5 years after Judgment Day. This chapter begins where Chapter 1 ends]
Once they had received the "Go" signal, they were OTM.
The raven-haired man asked, "Ryan, how much time to extraction point?"
"ETA: 20 minutes," he answered.
Then Ryan contacted the land patrol team.
"Whiskey, this is X-ray, do you copy?"
"This is Whiskey. Go ahead, X-ray."
"Whiskey team, we have a new plan. Your first priority has shifted. You need to make your way to the extraction point before the convoy does. We have laid out a trajectory of the convoy's path, and we're going to hold them off until you have found and extracted the refugees."
"Copy that, X-ray, good luck, you'll need it."
"You will too."
And with that, the two groups went their separate ways.
X-ray was searching for the convoy when they stumbled upon something interesting. Marsh was the one to ask.
"Ryan, we've got something but it's not a convoy."
"Well, well, well. That's why there's been a lot of recent activity."
"What is it?"
"It's a Skynet outpost, but why is there one in the middle of a forest?"
"Fuck," He muttered to himself.
"I think we should turn around."
"I think you're right about that."
Ryan called to PFC Peter Allen, who was their pilot.
"Allen, turn around, we've got tango outposts to the north."
"Copy that, Sgt,. Turning around."
Meanwhile on the ground...
"We're here," Broflovski says in a somewhat monotone voice.
When they had arrived, they were greeted by a rather unpleasant sight. The convoy was already there. They had arrived earlier than expected. Ryan contacted X-ray, somehow knowing that was what he should do.
"X-ray, this Whiskey."
"Go ahead, Whiskey."
"X-ray, uh, convoy has arrived at the extraction point earlier than projected. Don't abort yet. We're gonna go take a look. Whiskey team, out."
Then suddenly, there are sounds of gunfire coming from what sounds like, not too far away. They bust their asses as they follow the sound of gunfire. By the time when the team finds the refugees, X-ray has already landed where they saw the convoy's land cruisers and was just making the way to their location.
"X-ray, this is Whiskey. Where the hell are you? We're taking heavy fire! We need backup now!"
Right after Ryan put his intercom back in its place, they hear "Frag, out!" and see an explosion and a bunch of Terminators fly out in all directions. However, it didn't do as much damage as they hoped it did.
Kyle found it a good time to grab the refugees. He saw them all backing away and he ran to them and told them, "Come with me if you want to live."
He then contacted X-ray.
"X-ray, this is Whiskey. We have the objective."
"Copy that, Whiskey. Head back to base. We'll hold off the Terminators."
Due to X-ray doing a good job of taking out the Terminators, Whiskey team got a smooth ride back to base. However, once they got back to base, they found out that X-ray was in hot water.
"X-ray, this is Base."
"This is X-ray. Go ahead Base."
"X-ray, we have picked up two HKs on our radars, heading for your location."
"Copy that."
Ryan told the rest of the team what he heard.
"Men, we have HKs coming in. Marsh, get me my RPG then you can wind it up."
Allen called to Ryan, "Sir, HKs on our six."
"Got it, Allen." Ryan locked on to one of the HKs with his RPG, and muttered to himself, "Taste this, bitch," and shot down the HKs. He shot down the same one in similar fashion. After that, it was a smooth ride back to base.