Ch 15: Operation Nightfall PTIII

I looked towards the horizon, to where Jennings said the 5 WF dropships were coming from. There they were, 5 heavy dropships ready to bear down on our tiny outpost. Commander White ordered for me to get on the only AA gun in the entire outpost while everybody else excluding Weiss readied up to prepare for the White Fang's attack. Weiss and a group of medics quickly rushed to get the wounded into one of the ready dropship to evacuate from the site. I readied myself at the AA's controls as Jennings came to my side. "Why do you think they followed us" I yelled at Jennings.

Jennings who I imagined was in a bit of panick beneath his helmet replied "I imagine they are kind of pissed off that you blew up their base and took Torchwick." He chuckled to himself as he loaded a fresh clip into his rifle.

I aimed the sights of the AA guns towards the incoming dropships and pulled the trigger. The tri barrels of the AA guns starting to turn read from the amount of shells being fired out hissed as the heat came in contact with the cold mountain air. And explosion engulfed one of the 5 dropships as it came crashing down into the front of the square shaped outpost. I chuckled a bit knowing that I had thinned their numbers a little bit. I attempted to aim for another ship as a barrage of missiles came thundering towards me. Shit I need to bail out of this emplacement. I quickly leaped out of the seat of the AA gun and hugged the ground as the missiles burrowed into the side of the emplacement, reducing it to a pile of cement and warped steel. I glanced over to the right to see the GICD soldiers who were already shooting at the 4 remaining dropships as they unloaded their passengers into the center of the outpost. I then turned to my left and noticed that Weiss had already loaded the last of the wounded on the med evac dropship and they were about to take off.

Thank god they are getting out of here. At least there is 2 more dropships to get what's left of us out of here. That when things changed, as the last WF dropship unloaded the remainder of its forces I saw him. What the hell is Adam doing here, I shot him. My eyes weren't playing tricks on me, Adam was alive but seemed to be bandaged across his shoulder where I had shot him again and he looked pissed. He quickly charged towards the closest GICD soldier and impaled him or her through the helmet. Yea he is really pissed. "We need to get out of here Jennings" I yelled at my fellow corporal.

"Yea no shit, hey look the commander is starting up one of the dropships, I'll cover you. Go ask him what he needs us to do to by him some time." Jennings responded. I nodded and ran through the exchange of gunfire that was erupting from both sides of me. The fact that I got to his dropship un-injured surprised me as I got Commander White's attention.

"Sir what do you need me to do?" I yelled at him in desperation.

"Just by me some time, hold them back while myself and the pilot of the other dropship starts his engines." He barked at me.

"Sir why don't you have the pilot for this ship fly it while you check on the other ship?" I asked him. The commander merely pointed to the back of the dropship, the pilot had taken a round straight through the visor. I merely acknowledged it and ran back across the field to Jennings.

"We just need to hold out a little bit longer." I tell him.

"There are only 14 of us left. If he doesn't hurry he will be leaving with 2 empty ships." Jennings replied. "Also watch out for Adam, he is ripping us to bits. Last time I saw him he was engaging with some of our guys on the left flank." Before Jennings could say anything else another barrage of rockets came directly at the barricade he, myself and another soldier were firing at the WF from. A bright flash blinded me for a second. Having known what I would see when my eyes opened, I wish it had blinded me for longer. I opened my eyes to see that the other GICD soldier was reduced to ashes, basically vaporized to dust. Jennings was screaming in agony as he reached for his legs, however he didn't have any legs, his whole lower torso was gone. I myself looked down at my armor to see shards of steaming hot metals punctured into me like a pin cushion yet I felt no pain. I quickly stood up and got my revolver with one hand and started dragging Jennings with my other towards the dropship.

"Don't worry man, I'm going to get both of us out of here" I yelled at Jennings as he cried in pain. I slowly dragged him closer and closer to the dropship piloted by the other pilot since the commander's seemed a little full. Leaving in the snow a trail of blood seeping from Jennings' torso. Eventually we made it to the dropship, two soldiers helped us aboard as shots pinged around the hull of the dropship. I looked to my left to see that the commander's ship was already taking off. Good at least he is now getting out of here. I glanced back at Jennings who was still screaming this changed however as another stray bullet ricocheted off the ceiling of the dropship directly into his chest cavity. His screams ceased, his flinching stopped. They just killed him in front of me, those monsters!

In rage I pulled the pin on a grenade and hurled it out of the dropship at a horde of 10+ WF soldiers obliterating them into nothing. I then took aim with Jennings' assault rifle and unloaded on the WF below. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS GOING TO PAY. I quickly reloaded after my first magazine exhausted, and continued shooting, the barrels on the gun turning white-hot red from the amount of rounds leaving the barrel. My arms tensed up as I continued to relentlessly kill the WF beneath our dropship as we finally ascended into the sky and made our escape.

I looked to my left after I knew we were safe and had stopped shooting to see the medic in our dropship shove a needle into my arm. "This will numb the pain you were about to start feeling, you should be fine until we get back to Beacon, I already called ahead. You will need stiches after we remove that shrapnel." The medic said without hesitation.

"Thanks I guess" I replied.

"Don't mention it, it's my job" He too replied.

We arrived back at Beacon were a body bag was waiting for Jennings, well what was left of Jennings. After that I started to cry, I couldn't tell if it was from the pain, or from seeing someone I had just fought with die right in front of me. Regardless the EMT's took me once again to Beacons medical facility where I once again blacked out.

It seems like this is just all too familiar.