After Bad Company stole a truck full of gold from the mercenaries, they were mysteriously reassigned back in to the "B" Company of the 222nd Army battalion, back in the role of cannon fodder. Good news for them, the war has stalled to a halt with peace talks on the way these are probably their last days in the Caucasus in the country of Serdaristan.

Sadiz: 10:35.

A fenced Mideastern house on a hill overlooking the coastal city, and around it a bunch of soldiers sit around waiting. They scream professional. Inside there are maps, documents high-tech recon gear. Their weapons are next gen, they scream special forces. Smoking a cigar, a rough man is briefing his men. Preparing for the next drop of and raid. One of these soldiers is scared, with black circles below his eyes. The other with graying hair and a stone-cold expression. They are debating if they send the new guys in, they were untested. A new squad has been transferred proven they have proven themselves in the field of battle and were trusted by high command, they were a suicide squad hardened veterans. Maybe it's just what they needed.

Outside there are soldiers loading up trucks, checking their gear and training with cans and bottles as targets. They are rough men that have seen combat for years, ready for anything and also tired waiting to go home, career soldiers that can take the entire Russian army. These aren't the people we will be following, in fact this is the last you will be reading about them.

Next to all these hardened soldiers 4 watch out who have body armor that barely covers their chest or vital organs that has been shot so much it holds just by the stitches. Weapons so muddy and dirty that it's a miracle they haven't jammed. And the most dirty green uniforms imaginable, making them desert camouflage just by the dirt covering them alone.

Standing with his rifle ready next to a wall is Sergeant Samuel D. Redford, the first ever Sgt to volunteer to be in this position for a shortened service time. This is his last day before he retires, like last year before his college "accidentally" invaded Serdaristan, a neutral country, giving him another year in the army.

Looking at the leaving soldiers, Private Preston Marlowe, reassigned to B-Company because of an accident with a helicopter. An alright soldier compared to bad company's other replacements.

Arguing on why plutonium should or shouldn't be used as a conventional grenade substance, George Gordon Haggard Jr. and Private Terrence Sweetwater. Sweetwater was transferred to B-Company after he accidentally uploaded a virus to the army secure network with his name on it, hoping that he would catch a stray bullet and tragically die. Haggard meanwhile was moved to Bad company because of blowing up the biggest ammo dump in the world.

Haggard:" So hear me out Nuclear energy is clean right so why not make plutonium grenades. Smaller, bigger punch and we will win this war in just a couple of day not to mention the explosions hehe."

Sweetwater:" That's not how that works, Haggard, and even if it did, you would die from the radiation. Not to mention fallout and pollution of the soil...(interrupted)"

Haggard:" Here you go again, ruining the moment. "That's too many explosives, you will kill us Haggard" You can't make Plutonium grenades Haggard" you need to use your imagination for once. "

Sweetwater:" All I am saying is it's not gonna go well with the rest of the world. "

Haggard:" And what about the rest of the world, do you think they will say anything to us?"

While the 2 were debating the use of plutonium grenades, Redford received a message from their operator with a hot voice Mike-One-Juliet.

Mike-One-Juliet:"Bravo-One-Charlie this is Mike-One-Juliet, these soldiers will be leaving first back to their unity, and we will send a truck for you when we have available."

Redford:" Bravo-One-Charlie copy that we will be sitting tight over."

Mike-One-Juliet:"Glad to have you back boys, Mike-One-Juliet over and out."

Redford:" Alright, we will be here for a while. Marlowe, keep a look-out. I hope they won't be late, I have a fishing trip planned out this week. "

After that, Sarge went inside the house, Haggard and Sweetwater continued their conversations on two boxes as chairs and an empty supply crate as a table. Marlowe then went to the gate, watching the convoy leave them alone on an open hill with no cover except the Sandy walls.

Sadiz: 19:40.

Haggard and Sweetwater ran out of topics and Haggard is counting his ammunition while Sweetwater was walking around looking at the ground, just waiting. Marlow gave up on keeping watch, accepting if someone wanted to kill them, they would have done it already. And laid down next to a wall. Redford finally out of patience, sitting next to an Ammunition box that they would have loaded on the truck.

Redford:" Mike-One-Juliet this is Bravo-One-Charlie what the hell is taking so long, I have a fishing trip this week over."

Mike-One-Juliet:" We have conflicting reports, Bravo-One, could you do me a favor and look out to the port over."

Looking to the port in the city, there was a giant gate and smoke through the city with weird fantasy banners.

Haggard:" Well god damn it's beautiful."

Redford"What the hell is going on out there, Juliet over."

Mike-One-Juliet:" You won't believe this, we have report of thousands of men in old roman armor and monsters walking out of their Bravo. The guards thought they are a bunch of larpers trying to trespass, but they stabbed the guards over."

Sweetwater:" This is like one of these in another world anime or manga."

Haggard:" A aniwha ? You're making things up, Sweetwater.:"

Redford:"Shut up.! Mike-One-juliet what do you want from us over.

Mike-One-Juliet:" These Romans have our guys cornered, go there and check what's going on."

Redford:"Copy that over. You heard the lady, let's go."

Haggard:" So we are blowing fantasy people or something? I wonder if we shoot them, they will pop in to confetti."

As they started running towards sunset and the town. Meanwhile, the town has been filled with Soldiers and monsters knocking outdoors in the already empty house trying to find loot as the US soldiers have barricaded themselves at the Bridge to town gunning down anyone trying to go through.

Count Formal Stands near the port around the already empty warehouses with his advisors.

Messenger:" Good news, my lord, the enemies have fled to the edge of the city. They appear to be weaker than the barbarians in our world. Also, poorer, we have barely found any furniture or anything of worth in their houses. "

Count Formal:" I am glad we have advanced so far with minimal casualties. I don't want the people to suffer from our subjugation as others have. Continue onwards soon we will have to send a message to the first gate."

In town, Bad Company is sneaking around the back of a house. Redford and Marlowe are stacked around the corner.

Redford looking through a piece of broken glass, watching a couple of monsters pass them. " Clear, let's move." Behind them, not in cover at all, Haggard and Sweetwater interrupted their stealth moment with their conversation.

Haggard:" So what your telling me these are some fantasy land invasion force."

Sweetwater:" Yeah, and they are probably for some generic bad guy reason like loot and pillage. They don't really put a lot of thought in the reasoning."

Redford:" Haggard Sweetwater Shut the hell up, this is a recon mission."

Haggard:" Well, why the hell are they sending us on a recon mission if we are not blowing stuff up."

Sweetwater:" Also aren't their like guys for that."

Haggard:" They are too expensive, you see tax dollars."

Redford:" Shut the hell, get ready to rush to that house quietly this time, don't blow the front like last time, Haggard."

Hearing them, a couple of heavily armored horsemen caught the in the ally between the buildings.

Bodyguard:" Count Formal, we have caught 4 of the otherworlder's warriors."

Count Formal Stepping out to see them:" Tie them up they will be sold as slaves a..." A loud BANG was heard as Haggard pointed his shotgun and killed Count Formal.

Redford:" God dammit, Haggard!"

Haggard:" What, they were talking gibberish already."

Unloading at the rest of the guard and killing them, they were surrounded by their entire army.

Redford:" Get your asses in that house now."

Sweetwater:" This isn't how I imagined I would die."

Marlowe:" Beats dying by the Russians."

The 4 made a circle and started gunning down the slowly approaching army and diving wyverns. Bad company rushed to one of the buildings for cover, going to the second floor.

Haggard:" Flying lizard, what the hell."

As the front door got kicked down, and they started climbing the stairs, bodies piling over each other now allowing them to climb to the second floor window.

Redford:" Mike-One-juliet this is Bravo-One-Charlie we are drowning in enemy bodies over, they gonna shishkebab us soon if we don't get any help over."

Mike-One-juliet:" We understand your concern, Bravo-One-Charlie, and the higher ups have authorized a bombing run to flatten the entire town. Find a high spot and place smoke, so you don't get a direct hit, they will still be danger close you have 60 seconds over and out."

Redford rushed to the window and threw a red smoke to the flat rooftop. Bad Company was now sitting on the corner with fantasy men getting in the room as jets are heard over head and the ground started to shake. Outside was a giant wall of fire as they carpet bombed the entire town except that 1 house and the port. Whatever Fantasy soldiers weren't in the town rushed through the gate in a full scale rout as their commanders and comrades all died.

The house bad company was in was like the cover of doom, a big mound of bodies with just the top actually showing it's a house. Crawling out of the blocked door, the 4 got out as a convoy of US troops and tanks started moving in. The cityit's self no longer existed with only the foundations standing. and the ground was filled with craters.

Redford:" It's about god-damn time! A bunch of cosplayers with sticks were holding you up or what."

Marlowe:" I guess we have another war to fight."

Redford:" For you yes I am out of here, hope it's not hell through that gate because you will be there for a while."

Sadiz port 7:00:

Right outside the gate, a cordon is being built. Marlowe is waiting for Redford to finish talking with command. Haggard is cleaning his gun and Sweetwater is reading some fantasy book. The soldiers of the 222nd battalion is either loitering around looking useful while doing nothing or pretending to be keeping watch. Commanders didn't really care about the situation, continuing to watch TV in their tents or outside with their squads. Nothing was really been reported about what happened, the news was more pre-occupied with the peace between the US and Russia.

Redford:" What do you mean, I am here for another week or more."

Mike-One-Juliet:" Orders are from high above, you're the best officer we have."

Redford:" And what I will be here until the Russian blow my brains out or some roman stabs me in the back, what's next dragons eating our tanks."

Mike-One-Juliet:" I understand your frustration, but don't forget when you invaded a neutral country. Also, there is good news, the war is over."

Redford:" Don't tell me we are going through that thing."

Mike-One-Juliet:" You're not only going to explore the other side, you are going in first."

Redford:" God dammit, copy that over."

Marlowe:" Do you have new orders' sarge?"

Redford:"Yeah, do me a favor find us a Humvee."

After some time, Marlowe arrived close to the gate with everyone around Sarge.

Redford:" Alright, I have some bad news, we are going through the gate."

Sweetwater:" Wait wait we haven't even tested if it's safe."

Haggard:" Yeah, what if it fries our brain, and we start acting like these roman bastards."

Redford:" I have no idea, we are ordered to go through and figure things out."

Haggard:" I have an idea."

Haggard went close to the gate, grabbed a rock and threw it in. No ripple or effect from the gate was seen and everyone stud around in silence.

Sweetwater:" What are we waiting for?"

Haggard:" You know I didn't really think this trough I was expecting you know some sparks or woosh woosh ( making wave moves with his hand)."

Redford:" Alright, enough of that, get in and get ready."

Haggard:" You know sarge we already went rogue once."

Sweetwater:" Don't you think about it again, Haggard."

Everyone loaded up and started going through the gate. Holding their breath, they went through, and it was pitch black, just darkness.

Haggard, holding his eyes closed, opened them and saw only darkness through the window.

Haggard:" Is this what purgatory is."

Sweetwater:"Looks more like a transition area."

Haggard:" Dam it Sweetwater, get out of my purgatory."

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed, and bad company was sitting on a field with mountains souring high surrounding a river on their north. There was a huge city surrounded by walls to their south with fields going to forest that faded from the distance.

To be continued.