"Hadir, watch on Sulaman." Price said, as the 10 make their way across the parking lot.
"What's the plan?"
"Link up wit' the Marines at the Southern compound." Price said.
"Where's the compound?" Kyle asks, as they rush outside.
"Not far, near the alley 'cross the street." Stacy says.
"Alright, let's get there then." Alex says, cocking his M4A1, as they all prepare for the worst, but a wry smirk crosses the Wolf's face.
"Alright, Stacy, get it open." Price said, as the quivering woman swiped the keycard on the lock, and the garage opened.
"Ready up, people. Expect contact." Price said, as the garage opens up fully.
"Stay behind me, ma'am." N said, as the unit dash out the embassy, moving up to street level, dashing to cover to avoid fire.
"Watch the road!" Alex screams, as Stacy runs to a nearby parked car and curls up into a ball while N and the others handle the terrorists coming to reclaim their leader.
"CRAP, STACY RUN! THEY GOT MOLOTOVS!" V shouted, as the familiar bottle careened through the air.
'I got her!" Uzi said, her organic wings taking form as she grabs the shaken human, placing her near the gate.
"Stay here, and don't move." Uzi warned, as N rushes past her, shooting down a couple of the Al-Qatala across the street, sounding car alarms after some of the shots hit the trunk, as the unit advances forward into the street.
V takes cover near one of the alarming cars, peeking out of cover and nailing another one of the Al-Qatala in the chest, getting out of cover and dashing past a burning building a ways away.
"ALLEY, ACROSS THE STREET, MOVE!" Price yelled, as Uzi and Stacy make their way towards the others.
"Echo 3-1, you're clear to move up!" Price said, as Farah took the lead.
"Rog', coming to you!" Alex replied.
The unit runs into an alley, where Farah spots some children, crying.
"[Go! It's not safe here.]" Farah said, her voice calm and soothing.
"[Soldiers are here, soldiers are here! They are in the alley!]" The two children cried, running away.
"Crap, we're compromised." N said.
"Reposition, NOW!" Price barked, spotting the compound not far off.
"I have eyes on the compound." N said, scanning around for any hostiles.
NO HOSTILES IN AREA.
"Stacy, use the keycard, get us in." Price said, as the young woman scrambled over, swiping the keycard.
"This is Bravo 6, SAS." N said.
"God, didn't think you guys would make it." A soldier said, sounding as if God himself had come to save him.
"We need a secure room to store our extra cargo." V said, gesturing over to the Wolf, who is still being held at gunpoint by Hadir.
"Yes, ma'am. Secure room in the residence, follow me." Came the soldier's reply.
The unit walk into the residence, as the soldier opens the safe, N scanning the door. 10 inch thick steel door, weighs 15 tons. Good, the bastard won;t be getting out anytime soon.
"I will be gone brother, but we will meet again." The Wolf says, as N pushes Sulaman into the makeshift prison, positioning his tail just right next to Sulaman's legs, making him trip, stumbling into the prison.
"Shut the hell up." N growled, voice raising an octave as he slammed the steel door with ease, much to everyone's surprise. (Well, except V, Uzi, and Alex.)
"Watcher, this is 0-6. Need air support, and I need it NOW." Price said into his radio, voice raising an octave or 3, as he exited the residence and into the balcony over looking the city
"Negative, 0-6. Can't risk another bird." Laswell radioed.
"Fuck, fuck, fu-- Kate, get me SOMETHING! We'll be fightin' the whole bloody city!"
"You do have Lieutenants V and N. And First Lieutenant Uzi-"
"Now is not the time to be snarky, Kate!"
"Fine, the only drone in range needs a refuel. Can't stay up for long."
"Just get it here! 0-6 out." Price shouted, as the gate opens.
"Alex, Hadir, Uzi, V, go north, cover the roof. Kyle, N, Farah. You're with me." Price said.
"Roger Captain."
"Rog'." N said, as the 4 made their way up the stairs of one of the outside buildings of the residence.
"Captain, Lieutenant. Marines have got the embassy covered if they follow." One of the soldiers said, positioning a mortar eastward.
"Nothin' out there, sir." The other said.
"They'll be back. They'll come from the other side." Farah explained.
"How do you know?" One of the soldiers questioned, looking over to Farah.
"'Cause I would." Farah replied.
"She's right. Reposition across the roof, now." Price said, going across the roof, over to the area overlooking the city, as Kyle and N go into cover on the railings.
"Dig in, we need a line of sight across the field." N said.
"I don't take orders from Vamp-" One of the soldiers began
"You wanna repeat that?" N growled, locking eyes with the soldier.
"No, sir." The soldier said, clearly terrified.
"That's what I thought." N said.
"Get eyes on the cafe, straight across the field." Price said, as Kyle aims through his sniper, spotting multiple males that look like they could be in the army.
"Check 12, cafe. Multiple military age males. Unarmed." Kyle said.
"Two more." V radioed.
"Farah?" N began.
"They're messengers." She said.
"Looking our way, not good." Uzi radioed.
"Track 'em." Price said.
"On it." Kyle said, tracking the men wherever they moved. Then all of us sudden, they started full-on sprinting away.
"Something's got them spooked." Uzi radioed.
"This ain't right." One of the soldiers nervously utter.
"More unknowns, far end of the field, probing." V radioed.
"Fighters, they're here for us."
The Al-Qatala fighters move forward, advancing across the street.
"Crap, they're moving on us." Price said, as the fighters go into the long fields that the city just ahead shadows.
"Shit, lost 'em." Kyle curses.
"Alex?" Price questions.
"All quiet here." Alex radioed.
"Hang on, got movement. Mid field, 11 o'clock." V said.
"Where?! I don't have night vision like you drones do!" Kyle radioed.
"They're watching us." One of the soldiers say.
"Another word, and I'll send you out there." N said.
"Yes, sir."
Shots rang out, and the streetlights went out.
"They're targeting the lights!" N said.
"Clear to engage?" One of the soldiers ask.
"Engage what? We're blind." Price said.
"Eyes on the grass, launch a flare. We'll pick 'em off in the light." N said.
"Illumination rounds. Light us up, Lieutenant." Price said.
"Yes, sir." N said, getting out of cover and dashing over to the mortar, slipping an illumination round in the barrel.
"Fire in the hole!" N said, as the mortar fired, the force from the fire whipping N's silver hair back a bit.
The illumination round went off high in the sky, casting a light over the field. Several Al-Qatala fighters were making their way to the Ambassador residence. Quickly too.
"Got movers! Back of the field!" V shouted.
"Engage! Engage!" N ordered, shooting down most of the charging Al-Qatala fighters.
"INCOMING FROM THE EAST!" Kyle yells, shooting 2 of them with his sniper.
"Crap, they're swarming the field!" V barked, shooting 3 of them down with her sniper.
One of the stray bullets hit N directly in the shoulder.
N clutches his shoulder after being shot, gritting his teeth against the pain, the oil seeping out of his wound. But the wound begins rapidly knitting back together on its own. A bit too rapid for regular disassembly drone healing.
"Keep fighting, I've got this," he tells Kyle firmly, though evidently pained.
Price nods in understanding. "You heard the man, keep engaging the enemy!" He kicks open a crate of flares and starts launching them to light the field.
In the glow, soldiers and marines pick off more insurgents swarming into view.
Then, the glow dissipates.
"Where the hell are they?! I don't see shit out there!" Kyle yelled.
"Whole field's crawling with AQ." Uzi says, taking a couple potshots into the field, hitting most of them.
Getting up, N walks over to the mortar, slipping another round into the mortar, firing it off.
In the glow, the Al-Qatala were now at the center of the field.
"Fuck, they're getting closer!" Alex yells over the radio, firing on the Al-Qatala along with V and Uzi.
"Hold 'em back!" N says, shooting from cover.
"RPG!" Farah screams, as the rocket hits one of the buildings below, a brief moment of light telling N exactly where it was fired.
"Got'cha!" N said, shooting the Al-Qatala RPG unit just as the light went out, Kyle quickly rushing over to fire a new one.
"FUCK, THEY'RE AT THE WALLS!" Uzi yelled, sniping some of the Al-Qatala as N shot 5 down with his rifle.
Playing: Fields of Verdun
"Hold the perimeter!" Price shouted, throwing out 2 frag grenades, as Kyle provides cover fire, running over to the mortar.
"Last one, Captain." He says, firing it.
Changing his hand into a missile launcher, N fires, decimating the 5 Al-Qatala left.
"Oorah! That was one helluva lightshow!" One of the soldiers say, patting N on the back.
"Gimme a round count." Price said.
"Getting low." One of the soldiers say.
"About half." The other one uttered.
"Almost out." Farah admitted.
"Check your shots, make 'em count." Price said, as two red and blue pickup trucks move at the far end of the field.
"2 trucks, moving south. Far end of the field." Alex said.
"Copy." Price said.
"Probably getting the fuck outta dodge." One of the soldiers say.
"No, they're repositioning." N said, hearing a familiar whistle overhead.
"MORTAR, GET DOWN!" N screamed, as the mortar shell hit the fields.
Another.
"INCOMING, DAVIDSON RUN!" One of the soldiers scream, but the other was frozen. The shell hit, directly where the man stood. Body parts flew every which way, blood staining N's visor.
N couldn't move. He was frozen.
'No! Now's not the time to freak out! MOVE DAMMIT, MOVE! YOU HAVE MEN TO LEAD!' N thought to himself.
He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. He was completely frozen. His servos locked up, the oil pumping in him froze solid. Only when a bullet whizzed by him, his inner workings finally decided to listen to him. Vaulting off the roof, he dashed to cover, tensing up a bit when the bullets once again started flying in his direction.
'Can't break down now, can't break down now, not in front of them...'
"Alex, Uzi! We need flares!" N yelled into his radio.
"On it!" Uzi replied, as a mortar shell blew the east gate to pieces.
"East gate's down!" Farah yelled.
"We can't stay here, we gotta move!" Kyle yelled.
Alex shot out the flare, as N shoots down 3 of the Al-Qatala.
"Shit, we gotta go! They keep coming!" One of the soldiers yell.
Dashing off and up the stairs to the roof of the other building in the residence, N provides suppressive fire while Price fires at the advancing Al-Qatala from below with Kyle, as the flare dissipates, only to be bright once more. The tree above them, the gate, everything was burning, save for the actual house.
"All stations, no movement in the field, go black." V says, the radio crackling to life as she speaks.
"Alright, move up to the north building for resupply." Price said.
"We'll set security." Alex said.
"Roger, let's top off and get inside." Price said, banging on the door to the north building.
"OPEN UP!" He yelled, opening the door, spotting a civilian.
"Stay low, and DO NOT LEAVE THIS BUILDING." Price said.
"Sergeant, load up." Price says, as Kyle takes an M4A1 and an M1911.
"Bravo 6, this is Jaguar 4-1 on station for close-air, guns hot."
"Copy 4-1, stand by for targets." Price said.
"Birds inbound for close air?" Alex asks.
"One drone, low fuel." Price replied.
"Roger, Actual." Alex says, as Price opens the suitcase, with a designator in the suitcase.
"Take it, Lieutenant." Price said, as the still-shaken N walks up and grabs the designator.
"We have a drone on station, need you to mark targets." Price said, as N touches a button on his forearm, opening an assortment of ports, as he takes one of them, plugs it in, and after 1 minute, takes it out, and throws the physical designator away.
"We don't need that anymore." N said.
"What did you do?" Price asked.
"Merged it temporarily. Don't need the designator." N replied.
"We should roll up the Wolf and get off the X." Kyle said.
"Negative, Sergeant. We defend this position, we live to fight another day." Price said.
"Cut bait?!" Kyle says, surprised.
"We may have to." Price said.
Another mortar, this time, it hit directly above the trio.
"Bravo, need that drone, ASAP." Alex said, the radio crackling as he uttered the phrase.
"Rog', on my way. Roof, now." Price said, dashing up the steps once more.
"0-6, Jaguar 4-1 is overhead for fire mission, waiting on your mark."
"Copy, Jaguar. Stand by." Price uttered into the radio, as N looked around the construction site near the building, spotting a batch of Al-Qatala, and his left optic changed to a missile symbol, and the missile went exactly where N was looking, reigning hellfire on the site, as scaffolding and trusses collapsed.
"We're clear!" Price yelled.
"Not for long it seems, east side!" Farah yelled, as a green car passed by.
"Unknown vehicle across the field." Alex murmured.
"A civilian?" Hadir questions.
"Or a car bomb." N said, tracking the car, as it turned their way.
"Crap, it's headed our way!" N said, evidently worried.
"Are they armed?!" N asked.
"No visual." Uzi said, as the car moved on.
"They moved on, we're good." N said, as a pickup truck with a Gatling gun on the top.
"0-6, Jaguar 4-1. You've got enemies inbound from the east, over?"
"Solid copy." N said, marking the vehicle, as the missile fires, taking both the truck, and a chunk of the road with it in a ball of flames.
"Secondary vehicle! On the road!" Price yells, as N marks the truck, and the missile flies over, once again igniting a quarter of the block in a ball of flames, taking another one of the trucks in the process.
"Splash." N said.
Looking over to the Al-Qatala firing at them, N marked them, and the missile rendered the 4 insurgents to dust, as well as a couple of cars.
"Splash." Kyle said.
Soon, the whole block was on fire, similar to that of Berlin in 1945, but scaled down by a lot.
"0-6, Jaguar 4-1 is bingo fuel. Egressing at this time."
"What does that mean?" Hadir asks.
"It means the drone's outta fuel. we're on our own now." N explained.
"Focus up!" N yelled, as he shoots one of the Al-Qatala in the gut twice from afar.
"Two story building, northeast! Gotta take 'em out!" Price said.
"No shot!"
"Garrick, N, go with Hadir, take out that mortar team, then get your arses back here." Price ordered.
"I'll cover you from here." Uzi said, as N vaults off the railing landing on the ground, running through the burning street, running into some Al-Qatala ground forces, in whom were swiftly dispatched by N, as the trio near the building. Once at the building, Kyle tries to burst in, to no avail.
"Shit, it's locked!" He curses.
"Hey, Garrick. I'll boost you up." N said, as Kyle walked up to him. N grabs Kyle by the sleeve, and throws the startled Brit over the gate, the latter yelping in surprise.
A minute later, the gate opens, and the first thing Kyle sees is the 6'5" drone that just threw him, with a big smirk on his face.
"How'd the trip go?" N chides.
"It wasn't fun. 0-6, we're at the target building, moving interior." Kyle says, as one of the Al-Qatala try to surprise the trio, but they only get a stab to the heart, and a shot to the head by N.
As the trio advance in, another Al-Qatala rush in, but gets shot down by Kyle.
"Stay frosty." Kyle says, entering the living room, shooting another one of the insurgents in the foot, causing them to fall down the staircase and break their neck.
"Move upstairs." N said, advancing upstairs.
"[They're here!]" One of the Al-Qatala fighters yell, as 2 of them rush out, guns blazing.
Playing: Subhuman
Quickly changing his hand to a sword, N quickly and precisely deflects all of the bullets, slicing the first one's throat, then disemboweling the other in a gory show of expert swordsmanship, quickly dashing into the bathroom and putting a large gash in the other Al-Qatala fighter's chest.
Bashing open the door to the master bedroom and balcony, Kyle quickly shoots down the first Al-Qatala scumbag he found, then shooting the last two through the glass, their bodies stumbling forward and falling off the balcony.
"All stations, Bravo 2-6, all mortars down, building is clear." Kyle said into his radio.
"Good, you lot. Rally back at the compound." Price says.