Chapter 9-The true Enemy
"Command this is EVOS-lead. Why in hell aren't we landing?"
"[static]"
"Comand? Do you read me? Fucking bastards... No reply!"
"Ladies and gents. Be advised touch down in 10 seconds. Get ready" yelled the Pilot.
"Masks up!" Said Ryan. "Why?" Asked Hiccup and everyone else shot him a conscious look. "Just fucking do it, alright. Geez"
The UH-64 touched down and the side doors opened revealing multiple masked shapes in Multicam. All 7 soldiers disembarked from the helo and spread out. Each rifle covering a sector. When the Helicopter left they assembled in the middle of the yard they landed on.
"Alright listen up. Ryan you take Bravo team and search the east bank of the village. I take Alfa team and search the west side. Rally point here and if you lose each other go to the Zoo. No coms i don't like these Fallout guys one bit. Be cautious and watch your sectors. No mistakes and if you see anything fishy going on shoot first ask later. Understood?"
"Sir yessir" came the unified response.
Bravo team under the command of Lieutenant Ryan Jaeger walked past frozen bodies which puked their guts out because of the gas attack.
"Good call on the masks" said Astrid all the while keeping her Bushmaster at the ready.
"What do you think we finding here" asked Tuffnut his sister. "Don't know but it better be scary. So i can blow it up" she said with a evil grin.
"Shut up you two!" Ordered Ryan.
Walking down a street the human bodies got fewer. And the Dragon Body rate grew exponentially. Ryan made out a shape in the distance. It moved and looked human.
He put a fist in the air signaling his team to stop.
"Contact 12"
Meanwhile on the Berkian East Coast
Odins beach
06:57
"Hey Greg" Greeted the Soldier, as his comrade walked up to him.
"Morning Peter"
"Greg, did you notice these ships too" Asked Peter, after sipping at his morning Coffee.
"What shi-... no" answered Greg.
"We should probably report this" said Peter. His tone way to calm.
"Yeah... yeah we should" responded Greg, not leaving the ships out of his sight.
"Are they firing Missiles?" Asked Peter.
"Everybody get to Cover! INCOMING!"
Explosions shook the beach as multiple Cruise Missiles impacted the earth and left behind a huge crater.
Seconds later, Fighter Jets armed with Ground-attack munitions such as laser guided Bombs, white phosphorus and of course Cluster bombs strafed the beach and its fortifications.
"We have to secure a perimeter and set up a new line of defense! We lose this beach, we lose the whole east coast. Call in air strikes, planes, mortars, anything we have. I want it here". Commander Kurts MacLinsey was currently in his underground bunker directing his available resources for the defense of Odins Beach.
"Andrey. Where's our armor?" MacLinsey asked his second in command, second lieutenant Will Jackson.
"The 51st Armor Regiment is 20 Clicks out. They come anywhere near us and they're going to be targeted by enemy air strikes. We need to wait for the Airforce and their Jets to clear the airspace before we can roll in our tanks"
"God damnit!" Yelled MacLinsey and threw his glass at the bunker wall. "For fucks sake how the hell did they know the exact positions of our Anti-Ship missiles and costal Artillery?! These things are hidden from satellites and Drones".
"We have a mole, sir" answered Jackson.
"Yeah no shit. I figured that much" Said MacLinsey in frustration.
Call sign Fortress Bravo, Second Defensive Position
Inside the Trenches, 42nd National Guard battalion, Sergeant J. Marlow
"Sarge! The MG is toast, what we doing now?" Asked a distraught Soldier.
"Prepare for incoming infantry and vehicles. Give em hell. Make use of everything you got. If the only thing is a stone you fucking throw it at these bastards. Understood?"
"Sir Yessir"
"Miller, Give me MacLinsey" Ordered Marlow. He got a Radio handed to him seconds later.
"Commander. We need Support and we need it now. Where in gods name is our Armor and our Airforce?!" He almost yelled into the Radio.
"Enemy Fighters control the air. We can't send anything in or it'll be shot down in an instant. Armor is to vulnerable" your on your own until the fighters are delt with".
"Undrstood"
"For fucks sake. We're on our own". Marlow informed his men.
What was left of their moral vanished. "How can we deal with this?"
"Don't we have Drones?"
"We can't fight without support!"
"Hold it Soldier! What did you just say?" Asked Marlow.
"We can't fight-"
"No not you! You" he pointed at another Soldier.
"Don't we have Drones?"
"Exactly! YES we have Drones. Command this is Fortress Bravo. Do we have any UAVs on standby. Over"
"Lemme check. Yes! Yes we do"
"Alright, stick anything you got onto it. Make it a suicide drone if you want to just sent it here, and link them to the Control tower we have here"
"Wilco, UAVs being prep'd. ETA 10 mikes"
"Roger, that"
Twon Shkoder
EVOS, Lieutenant Ryan Jaeger
"Move and i swear i'll shoot you into your fucking face". Said Ryan as he sat one of the remaining Fallout members on his knees.
In the last couple of hours EVOS and Fallout squad had a "little" gun fight, which was started by Fallout squad. They where executing Civilians after getting them out of their underground shelters. EVOS caught them red handed and Fallout squad thought it'd be a good idea to start shooting at a Tier 1 Black Operations Squad. Like mentioned earlier, it didn't go well for our friends in black.
"Alright you son of a bitch. You will tell me now everything, and i mean EVERYTHING. Or you'll end up like your little friend over there, with a sweet little Vent hole between your eyes". Threatened Ryan and pointed to a dead Fallout Operator, who was dragged by Tuffnut next to the other bodies.
"We got 7 dead Fallout guys, death by us. At least 3 dozen dead civis, death by various reasons and countless dead Speedies, death by either gas or Bullet. What we doing with em?". Asked Astrid. Hiccup thought about it and then a light went up in his head.
"Yes! We call in an Artillery strike and let them flatten the whole area. We save our asses, their asses and commands asses". Said Hiccup.
Astrid deadpanned. Snotlout dropped a body in shock. Nobody said anything.
"Are you shitting me? Did hit your head sometime today?" Asked Ryan outraged. "We call Command and let them deal with this mess. But first, i want answers". Ryan added. "You going to talk already?". Asked Ryan and simultaneously cocked the slide of his sidearm.
The Fallout operator remained still. "Fine. Your loss". Said Ryan and pulled the trigger. His bullet going straight through the operator's head.
"Command, this is EVOS-2-1, how copy?". Ryan tried again to get a connection to the Command center at Fort Tora.
"EVOS-2-1, good copy. Sent traffic". Came the day response.
"Thank good. We thought something happened over there". Said Ryan.
"Negative 2-1, just had some technical issues. How's the OP going?"
"We got a situation here. Requesting RTB and cleanup of the whole village. We got hundreds of dead Civis, and Fallout Operators"
"EVOS-2-1, please say again your last. We have to confirm"
"I say again. Requesting RTB, hundreds of dead civis and Fallout operators on site. Requesting cleanup of A-O. How Copy?"
"Good Copy. Roger on the Evac, Black Pepper is incoming for RTB. ETA is 5 mikes. Areal Drone incoming for cleansing of A-O. Over and out".
"Evos-2-1 out"
Ryan sighed. This whole operation should have been a cakewalk but the other guys just had to turn on them. Now there where even more questions. More questions without answers.
[Phone ringing]
"Jaeger?"
"Lieutenant... it's not Haddock... i'm out of the game... good luck lieutenant"
"Agent?... hello? Can you hear me? Sanchez, answer the damn phone for fucks sake. FUCK!"
References:
Helo- Helicopter
White Phosphorus- Practically white smoke that sets fire to everything it touches and burns in any and every weather condition, it's nearly impossible to put out
Cluster Bomb- Big Bomb with small bombs inside
UAV- Unmanned Areal Vehicle
ETA- Estimated time of arrival
EVOS- Elite Vanguard Operations squadron
OP- Operation
RTB- Return to Base