Forum:War on the Homefront 2

Rules

 * Be Realistic (i.e.- look up something if you don't know about it)


 * Have F.U.N!!!!!


 * Don't be stupid, or i'll delete your section

Participants

 * MerchantofDeath
 * Delta 4-7
 * Cpl. Widling
 * Squelliot
 * Rollersox
 * Foxtrot12
 * Clueless Morgan
 * Outlaw 2-5

MerchantofDeath

 * Name:Joseph Miller


 * Faction: U.S. Army


 * Rank: Corporal


 * Weapon: SCAR-H with M203, M9 pistol, M14 EBR


 * Requirements to use:

Delta 4-7

 * Name: Nikolai Hewa
 * Faction: Russian Spetsnaz
 * Rank: Master Sergeant
 * Weapons: AK-107 w/ GM-94 Grenade Launcher, GSh-18 Pistol w/ Flashlight, RPG-16 w/ Optical Sight & Bipod, Ballistic Knife
 * Requirements to use: Sorry, only controllable by me.

Cpl. Wilding

 * Name: Dmitri Posnic
 * Faction: Russian Red Army
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapons: AN-94 with grenade launcher and ACOG scope, Dragunov SVD, Makarov PM, combat knife
 * Requirements for use: Only I can control him.

Rollersox

 * Name: Paul "Wolf Nine-Six" Dolten
 * Faction: CIA Special Activities Division (SAD)
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon(s): UMP45 modular flash- and noise-suppressed SMG, fully-suppressed FN Five-seveN tactical pistol, tactical/close-combat/throwing knife
 * Req. for use: Only me!

Foxtrot12

 * Name: Geoff "Whiskey Six" Hackett
 * Faction: U.S. Airforce
 * Rank: UAV Operator
 * Weapons: MQ-9 Reaper UAV, MP5K silenced
 * Usable by: Anyone (Only as a UAV operator providing intel not fighting on the ground)


 * Name: Paul "Bushmaster Three" Williams
 * Faction: U.S. Navy SEALs
 * Rank: Petty Officer 1st Class
 * Weapons: Silenced ACR with Thermal Scope, Heartbeat sensor, and bayonet, combat knife, and USP.45
 * Usable by: Me and anbody using a Navy SEAL character just do not kill, maim, or act differently than his personality ect.

Squelliot

 * Name: Sam Powell III
 * Faction: Strategic Attack Warfare Squadron (SAWS)
 * Rank: Major
 * Weapons: M468 Red Dot Sight, Supressor, Grandfathers M1911 .45
 * Usable by: Anyone, just don't kill him


 * Donald Caroll
 * Faction: Strategic Attack Warfare Squadron (SAWS)
 * Rank: Captain
 * Weapons: ACR Red Dot Scope + Holographic Sight, Supressor. Five seveN
 * Usable by: Anyone, just don't kill him

CodExpert

 * Name: John (Radiolord) MacNeal
 * Faction: U.S. Army Troops Command (USTC) (Made up)
 * Rank: N/A
 * Weapons: N/A
 * Usable by: Anybody

Clueless Morgan

 * Name: Timothy "Clueless" Morgan
 * Faction: 3rd U.S.M.C. Special Ops Battalion
 * Rank: Chief Warrant Officer-5
 * Weapons: M240 Bayonet Thermal Scope w/ Heartbeat Sensor + Extended Mags, Akimbo M1911 Pistol, Unique Facon (Heirloom)
 * Requirements for Use: Only upon request via my talk page, and no dying or disabling (as in, making him have wounds which last forever or a long time).

Outlaw 2-5

 * Name: Ryan "Jackpot" Cosgrove
 * Faction: Australian Security Intelligence Organisation <(real) |Special Operations Field Agents <(fictional)
 * Rank: Staff Sargeant
 * Weapons: MP7 PDW w/ EOTECH 552 + Suppressor, FN Herstal Five-seveN ODG w/Suppressor + 20 round mag,
 * Requirements for Use: Only by me, can be killed off but must be cleared by me (shouldn't be a stupid death).

Prologue
After 2 months on waiting for the U.S. counterattack on Russia, it finally happened. Cpl. Miller was sitting next to Sargeant Major Lewis in the Cargo hold of the plane. The Second Lieutenant stood up " Alright Gentlemen, stand up" Miller stood up and made sure is SCAR was around his arm, and made sure his parachute was tucked in. The Army was directly on top of the Russian-Ukraine border. From there, they would go up to hit Moscow. Suddenly, the cargo door opened and Miller saw the AA-gun fire. " On my mark" said the Second Lieutenat. The Red Light turned green. "GO,GO GO" said the Lieutenant. The soldiers in front of him jumped out, including Lewis. Soon, he was in the air. "Why, WHY did I join the Army" thought Miller as gun fire flew around him.

MerchantofDeath

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Dolten watched the Rangers trudge across the plain and reloaded his F2000. He had been handpicked to join the SAD's force in Russia. Dolten jumped down the hill and quietly but swiftly entered the Army HMMWV.

Rollersox

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Russia's invasion of the U.S. was a massive failure; Sasha and thousands more were dead, and Dmitri was still MIA. Nikolai took all of this personally. An American counterattack was inevitable, so Nikolai and hundreds of thousands of troops were sent to defend Russia's borders across eastern Europe. A base near the Russia-Ukraine border was reporting American planes overhead, and it was not until Nikolai arrived there with a small number of other Spetsnaz soldiers that he realized the true scope of America's plans.

Delta 4-7

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" Get up Miller" said Lewis "We got work to do". Miller got up, not believing that he was knocked out again. "What's are objective ?" asked Miller. " We have to knock out some AA's so that the other half Operation Homefront can commence." said Lewis. " Well, let's get going." said Miller, as he entered the HMMWV that was parachuted from the the jet.

MerchantofDeath

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Dolten reloaded his FN Five-seveN IOM-model tactical pistol and felt the HMMWV rumble over large rocks, toward the hangar where the military-fitted Gulfstream-VIIs were. Suddenly, the HMMWV stopped and three mortars--very precise--hit the ground in front of them, sending the Humvee tumbling back, end over front. Dolten saw a glimpse of someone, and began firing with the IOM, the 5.7 x 28mm rounds--full metal jacket, armor-piercing--hit the trees. Then Dolten jumped out, and hid behind a large boulder, the size of a half of a bunkbed. Then he took out his F2000 and let loose a barrage of 5.56mm bullets.

Rollersox

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Nikolai radioed back to the now besieged military base that their mortars had hit their mark, but the passengers had survived. The vehicle being fired at had American markings, but at least one of the people inside didn't look like the average army grunt. Just then he was interrupted by gunfire and a lieutenant simultaneously. "Nikolai! Take out that jeep! The turret is still intact!" following the officer's orders, he aimed down the sight of his RPG-16 and fired.

Delta 4-7

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Dolten spotted one of the Russians. He had a fucking RPG--he wouldn't get out alive with that. With a tight 3-round burst, controlled, precise, accurate, he fired at the Russian's RPG-16.

Dolten, slinging the F2000 over his shoulder, charged at the Russian, muscles bulging as he ran. Already having large, explosive muscles, he was formidable to any opponent in wrestling--or fistfighting for that matter. He barreled into the Russian--but he knew something would go wrong, even as he pushed the Russkie to the ground.

Rollersox

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Nikolai was thrown to the ground by the American's fire, he tried to see if he was bleeding, but had to fight the man charging at him first. Nikolai was a strong person, but was unsure wether he could fight if he was wounded. He was able to land a few punches on his attacker before he finally grabbed a rock and swung it, knocking him cold. Just as he drew his knife, ready to kill, an M2 machine gun opened fire all around him, and he was ordered to fall back via radio.

Delta 4-7

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Forward Operating Base Camp Freedom, Gemany

18:00 hours

"How's the battle going down there" asked General Smithson as he looked at the map of the battle. "Well," his adviser said " Intellegence says that they haven't meet heavy resistance, but four russian armored and infantry battalions are heading to reinforce the Russian defenses" "Can we do anything about that" said the General before sipping his coffee. " We're probably going to need to get airsupport overthere, or else are forces are going to get overrun" said the adviser "Dammit," said Smithson purring down his coffee " Call NATO, they have some airbases in turkey" "Sir,yes sir" said the adviser before heading to the communications tent.

MerchantofDeath

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"Fuck," groaned Dolten, rubbing his head. He looked around, seeing a perfect-sized rock, and a bruise matching the rock's size. Cursing the Russkie, he grabbed his F2000 Tactical and saw American soldiers rushing all around him, carrying the usual M4A1s, SCARs, HKs, and other usual infantrymen weapons.

He ran forward with them, sprinting as fast as he could, remembering when he had won the gold trophy for the 1980 for the marathon and the pistol/rifle shooting.

Rollersox

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Nikolai's latest orders had come in; Rig a bridge with explosives and ambush the American convoy crossing it. Having been bandaged up from his previous fight, he felt the time was right for the revenge Russia deserved. Once the last of the 2S19 Msta's crossed on their way back to Moscow, the charges were set and his Spetsnaz team hid in a nearby wheat field, weapons at the ready. After a few minutes, he spotted the convoy. "Get ready with the charges and the machine guns, blow the bridge once the heavy armor begins to cross, and ambush the rest. Ready? On my mark, 3, 2, 1, Now!"

Delta 4-7

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Dolten nearly laughed when he swung the Javelin into view. It locked onto a certain Russian fireteam--the lead group, probably, and depressed the trigger of the anti-tank shoulder rocket.

Rollersox

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"Whiskey Six" sat at his desk in the cargo hold of the modified C-5 Galaxy nicknamed "The Dragon" which served as the command center for the counterattack on Russia. It had been modified to hold thermal imaging equipment, three MQ-9 Reaper UAVs, radio equipment, a large amount of flares, and three miniguns which were mounted in the back in the case that the ramp needed to be dropped in a combat situation. It boasted an escort of two F-15 fighter jets and about 100 feet above it one of three still accounted for AC130 Gunships this one bearing the callsign "Hermes" after the greek god, gave "The Dragon" a formidable escort. Whiskey looked around the two other operators were doing their jobs, the communication boys were sitting at their posts relaying orders and were probably listening to the guys on the ground bitch about something thought Whiskey, and in the back Brigadier General Howe watched a map of the battle while barking orders to his colonels and some CIA spook called "Shadow Walker" who kept talking about operatives of a rogue task force hiding in Russia whiskey wasn't good on details. Whiskey saw that the general wasn't looking and took a sip of contraband whiskey from a small bottle. That bottle was how he got his callsign and also why the Airforce took him out of his bomber. He was good to good to be discharged but being caught drunk on the runway of an aircraft carrier in the Persian Gulf ensured that you will never fly a stealth bomber again.

He looked at the thermal image on his control rig. "Oh shit" he said as he saw an American convoy cross a bridge and get ambushed by people who Whiskey guessed to be Spetsnaz "Uh...sir your'e gonna want to see this" Whiskey yelled attracting Howe and Shadow Walker over. He then realized that he called them over so quickly he had forgot to put away his whiskey Shadow Walker saw it picked up the bottle and took a sip but before he could protest Shadow Walker started to talk. "That's our convoy." he said "too right that things carrying alot of ammo and the truck in the back has a load of javelins. We need them to assist our ground troops in taking out bunkered positions" said Howe. "So then blowing the living bejesus out of them is out of the picture?" asked Shadow Walker looking at the screen, the Russians were putting up a good fight and the Americans were struggling to defend themselves. "Not unless you want an explosion so big it takes the surrounding three miles with it" replied Howe. "Alright then the CIA has a few assets on the ground i'll contact them". Said Shadow Walker and with that he walked away. "Same as well" said Howe and he waited until Shadow Walker was out of earshot to continue "And Whiskey I don't trust that spook if anything starts to look odd down there then fuck those javelins I want danger close". "Yes sir" Whiskey said as Howe walked away. Whiskey reached for his bottle and moaned as he realized that Shadow Walker had drank it all. "Fuckin CIA spook" muttered Whiskey and with that he got back to work finger on the button ready to fire the missile at anytime.

Foxtrot12

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An American Javelin hit the farmhouse across the road from Nikolai, the farmhouse where the squad's only sniper was. "Shit! Command, we're losing more and more men, where the hell is that evac?" Nikolai screamed into his radio. "You're in luck Nikolai. We've slowed down the American advance enough for us to get a chopper through, we're recalling all Spetsnaz units back to Moscow. E.T.A. 2 minutes. Command Out." Nikolai ordered his men to fall back into the field while the Americans gathered at the opposite end of the bridge, but knew the jets above weren't about to let them escape.

Delta 4-7

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Dolten, now named Ivan Vladimir, reloaded his assault rifle, pretending to be a Russian.

He walked toward the commander, brandishing his AK-47. Then began firing, the bullets flying everywhere. The Russians broke rank, and Dolten saw the chopper roar overhead, a Russian-made chopper. Dolten fired his AK-47 at the gas tank, hoping at least 1 bullet would pierce the tank.

Rollersox

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"God dammit, stupid shit, get some fire on that field."yelled Sgt. Lewis to a recruit. The bridge that their company was supposed to cross had been blow to bits. Now 75th Ranger Divison had to wait for a M104 Wolverene form 1st armored to get here. By now, the Russians had took a firm position across the bridge. Miller took a few blind shots over the wall. "Does anyone no where the airsupport is ?" said Sgt. Lewis as he looked over the bridge at the excellent defenses. " Here it COMES" yelled a soldier. Just at the moment, several AH-64 Apaches fired their Hellfire missles. " This was cortesy of NATO air command." yelled the Apache pilot in a turkish accent.

MerchantofDeath

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Robert "Poseidon" Jackson gripped his TAR-21 tightly as he saw a NATO helicopter venture right over the flatbed truck he was hiding in. He was leaning up agains't the wall, sweating a fucking river he thought. He looked out of the truck the Americans had gotten NATO helicopter support that wasn't good for him soon their convoy would be moving if the Americans continued to advance then the CIA would show up and then they would get the DSM that he had tied to his waist. He had been a member of Task Force 141 working in Afghanistan when Sheperd betrayed him. He had infiltrated Sheperd's base and stolen the DSM just as Soap and Price had arrived. And now the CIA and Shadow Company were hunting him. That NATO chopper had to go, he got his thumper which he kept slung over his shoulder took aim and fired the grenade hit it's mark, the rotor of the Apache. The thing started to spiral and crash just over the bridge into the Russian defenses. That ought to slow them down he thought just then he nearly jumped as he heard a man scream. "Drop the FUCKING gun! He turned around to see an American probably just a private holding a Scar-H. Poseidon looked at him then hit him in the chest with his thumper as the man staggered back he hit him over the head with the thumper cracking his skull. He jumped out of the truck the remaining infantry on the ground saw him and opened fire. Unkown to him eighteen miles away the entire scene was being viewed by Whiskey Six. Whiskey didn't know what he was seeing but didn't like it he pressed the button and guided the missile, the Hellfire hit it's target, the truck full of javelins blew up sending fire in all directions Poseidon jumped into the creek below the destroyed bridge the Americans and Russians took cover some made most weren't so lucky.

Foxtrot12

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"Holy Fuck, that guy can run" said Miller as he looked at the strange man disappear into the fields. "Yea, he can also pack a punch" said the soldier that the man who just had his skull cracked. Meanwhile, across the bridge, the M104 had just arrived. " Took you guys long enough" said Sgt. Lewis. "Well, at least you didn't have to go through a mine field" yelled the driver. Sgt. Lewis walked over to the man who was in charge, who was wearing a Black Uniform. " What unit are you from ?" asked Lewis to the Colonel. " I was under the command of General Shepard before he died" said the Colonel. "Oh, that's a shame" said Lewis. " What's your name?" The Colonel looked up " Walter Kings" said the colonel, and returned to looking at a picture of a man, who exactly looked like the one who ran into the field.

MerchantofDeath

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Dolten fired his AK-47 at the Russians, then quickly ran backward back toward the American lines, ducking under various covers. "Holy motherfucking goddamn fucking damned shit!" yelled an American soldier, one with a filthy mouth. But he, actually, was quite right to curse and swear and whatever he wanted to do in times of bad positions, because a Russian nuclear missile was heading at them. Were the Russians crazy? Why would they launch a nuclear weapon at where thousands of their own troops were stationed? Sacrifice? Maliciousness? Pitilessness? Madness? Angry at the incompetent Russkie soldiers?

He didn't stay long enough to find out. He began running.

Rollersox

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Whiskey sat looking at the surviving Americans half of them were panicking a Russian nuke was inbound and there was no way they could escape the blast. Howe was yelling at Shadow Walker about Whiskey's missile. "Listen general the CIA is here for a reason if that missile killed the target then" said Shadow Walker before he was interupted by Howe "Listen you lip-dick spook! I am fucking sick of you! you show up here and try to tell me what to do. I don't give a damn about your target! What I care about is getting my soldiers out of there alive before a nuke blows them to hell! So sit down shut up and go to hell!" Howe yelled and with that Shadow Walker stopped talking. "Now is there any possible evac for ground forces?" Howe asked his colonel. "No sir all other choppers are engaged we are the closest to them of any possible evac." said the colonel. Howe started thinking and before the colonel could say anything Howe started to talk "Hermes couldn't take down that nuke but we are close enough we might be able to reach them in time." Howe said "But sir we need to look at the big picture if we go down then the entire invasion is gone we need to sacrifice these men for the greater good," The colonel said "Listen colonel I am tired of sacrificing my men for the greater good I've learned that I need to save every man possible not sacrifce them for a better cause and by God if they are gonna have to die we'll die with em. Connor" Howe yelled to the pilot "yessir" the pilot said in a new york accent. "Bring the Dragon in to evac ground forces. Hermes" Howe said on the radio "Yes" responded texan accented voice of Major Alexander, commander of the gunship "Cover us we're going in to evac our troops i'm not leaving these men to die." Howe said "not again" he quietly whispered to himself "Whiskey relay to ground forces that we're bringing evac then get on one of the miniguns with Travis and Jenkins." Howe yelled "Alright" Whiskey yelled and then he got on his radio "All callsigns this is Whiskey The Dragon is inbound with evac hold your position." Whiskey said then he grabbed his ipod put it on play and got on the center minigun. "Ain't no sunshine when she goes" Whiskey sang along to the song as The Dragon started to advance towards the American position. "God help us" Howe whispered to himself at the back of the plane they would need it.

Foxtrot12

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Dolten saw the last American UH-60 Blackhawk lifting off, and he jumped onto it, barely making it, his F2000 slung over his shoulder rocking. He dropped the AK-47 and yelled in Russian to the pigs down there, "Good riddance, good ol' comrades!" He said "good ol'" in English, but "comrades" and "good riddance" were both in very fluent Russian--after all, he was CIA, right? The Russian nuke hit.

The result was a blinding shockwave, 30-mile radius, destroying all the choppers in the area, everything. It was a nuclear wasteland, literally. Dolten, blood trickling all over his body, stood up unsteadily. "What the fuck!" He watched four more smaller but almost equally as large shockwaves roar out, blue and yellow, red and orange, purple and pink all at the same time.

Rollersox

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"Holy shit, get down" yelled Sgt. Lewis as he hit the deck from the incoming blast. Miller also hit the deck. When the explosion reached them; it was a devastating hit. Trees fell over from the amount of energy that was in the blast. Even the M104 flipped over. The last thing Miller saw was a brick flying toward his face.

MerchantofDeath

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The song finished just as the nuke hit. "Son of a bitch" Whiskey said as he saw the blast coming towards him and The Dragon. The cargo plane had failed to make it to the evac site on time and now they were all gonna die for it. The plane started to get closer to the ground and decrease in speed. Then the blast hit The Dragon started to turn uncontrollably Whiskey lost grasp of the minigun and went flying out of the open cargo bay doors.

Whiskey woke up a few hours later he stood up his head throbing. "Yep my ex wife was right, I went to hell" he said looking out over the wasteland the land was scorched black and barren trees had fallen over everywhere and the ruins of battle were all around him. Then it all came back to him the blast, falling, the pickup, Shadow Walker, and Howe. He started to walk he needed answers what had happened to The Dragon? what was the current state of the invasion? and where could he find some alcohol? He didn't have an answer to any one of those questions but he knew it would be a long walk if he wantesd to find the answer to one of those he started to walk on towards the nearest American encampment. "This job sucks." Whiskey said to himself and walked on

Foxtrot12

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Dolten cursed again and peeked behind an especially large tree that the shockwave hadn't overrooted. Nothing. A few Americans, no Russians, a few SAS or helping French or Germans. Just those 6 men on the desolated, wasted battlefield of nuclear weaponry. Quietly, he advanced on an American with his F2000 ready, aimed directly at the man's head, just in case he wasn't an American or was a spy for the little Russkie assholes.

Dolten whispered, "Texas!" and hoped the man would yell "Oklahoma!"

Rollersox

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Nikolai went blind for a minute as the nuke hit "Fuck! I thought we'd make it to Moscow by now!" he screamed as his helicopter crashed. After regaining conciousness he looked around for a way to get his comrades out of the nuclear wasteland and turned to a hopefully lead-lined APC, unsure of who was inside.

Delta 4-7

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After unsuccessfully attempting to rouse the dead British SAS man back to life, he sat in a lead-lined APC, whistling quietly, so lowly that nobody could hear it. Then he heard creeping, wary footsteps. He slung the F2000 over his shoulder and pulled out his 5-7, then pointed it at the entrance of the APC, ready to depress the trigger and blow out whoever's brains were stepping into the goddamned APC.

When the figure made his way into the APC, Dolten fired.Rollersox 00:55, May 13, 2010 (UTC)

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"Nice shot I think I saw his arm blow off." Said Airman Martinez the TV operator of the AC130 gunship "Hermes" to Staff Sergeant Freeman one of the four ariel gunners. He was commenting on some Spetsnaz that Freeman had just taken out. "That makes 21" said Freeman to the man in the chair beside him, another ariel gunner Staff Sergeant Richardson. With that Freeman made another tallymark on a sheet of paper right now he was ahead of Richardson by five kills if he won then Richardson was buying when they got back stateside "I could really use a good few shots of liquor." Freeman thought but he was interupted by the Major. "Freeman Richardson cut the chatter. We have work to do we just got a fix on where The Dragon went down it's about fourteen clicks north of our current position. We're getting some distress calls Howe and his boys are still alive and we've sent a message to all surviving ground forces to get to it. And even better Ivan's got a column of armor heading that way as well. So snap to it we need to take out that column it's about ten clicks ahead to the northeast McKenzie get us there double time." The Major finally finished Mckenzie, the gunship's pilot responded with an "Hooah" and the gunship set course.

It was about an hour till Hermes set sight on the convoy "Uh..I count seven T-80 tanks and about a dozen BTRs." said Second Lieutenat Abraham the copilot of the gunship. "Yeah and a whole lot of footmobiles." said Martinez. Richardson and Freeman looked at each other "First one to fifty?" asked Richardson. "Your'e on." replied Freeman with a competitive look on his face. "Alright weapons free I repeat weapons free." said Master Sergeant Jamison, the loadmaster of the gunship. The two gunners grinned and got to work.

Foxtrot12

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Dolten quietly passed the knocked-out Russian, which he had bashed against the wall of the APC. He saw 4 T-80 tanks and backed up back into the APC, checked his F2000's 40mm projectile grenade launcher. Time for a fight, which he wouldn't win.Rollersox 23:37, May 13, 2010 (UTC)

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It was looking good as Poseidon now Sasha Orlav sat on the back of one of the Russian T-80 tank. He had taken his uniform from some Spetsnaz and was getting a lot of respect now he was lucky that the guy he killed had a gas mask. He was a man of Israeli heritage born in Miami. And thus looked nothing like a Russian but the mask hid his face and he spoke Russian a perfect disguise. And now he was taking a piggyback ride on a Russian armor column soon he would be at where the American command center was downed and he could hopefully upload the information in the DSM to the U.S. army database and expose the truth. That was if any of the American computers were still operational he was thinking about if they were when the tank in front of his blew up in a missile explosion that sent him and everybody else on the tank flying. "AC130" he whispered to himself it's miniguns were ripping Russian infantry on the ground apart he followed his the one instinct that had gotten him through life, run like hell.

The ground around him was being blown up as the minigun fired around him he imagined how pissed off the AC130 gunners must be. That made him run even faster he saw an APC and ran for it. As he got closer the gunners started to give up on him and concentrate more on the armor column. As he got closer to the APC he heard something inside it move. He threw a flashbang with the realization. A moment later he charged in he looked at the dazed man and saw the CIA patch on his shoulder. He instantly jabbed him in the neck with the barrrel of his Tar-21 and watched him fall down he would be out for about two hours. He carefully removed the man's CIA upper uniform and equipped it. He then removed the Russian gas mask and put it beside the man. With this disguise he could get into The Dragon and upload the data. He closed the door on the APC as he walked out, while the CIA was his enemy he felt compassion for the foot soldiers that were just following orders, with the gas mask and the doors closed ensuring no radiation would get in the man would survive.

Foxtrot12

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Dolten woke up. His CIA badge was gone. He didn't fret. Whatever bastard had gone running around with it was a weak, poor old bastard--CIA always had backup, even the stupidest of the stupid should know that. He pulled out a CIA patch and stuck it firmly on. "Good riddance," he muttered, grinning. Rollersox 03:28, May 14, 2010 (UTC)

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The CIA always had bakup Poseidon knew that much. But what he also knew was that he had the man's CIA radio and a good 3 hour head start on him to get to the Dragon. The DSM had previously held 1250 files Poseidon had deleted most of the files off it now around 175 files all connecting Makarov and Sheperd were left. He thought it would take around 6 minutes for the files to download. And at best as long as he didn't attract attention this disguise would last around 4 minutes. Not great he thought but it would have to do as long as the thing was downloading for at least three minutes then he shouldn't have to make a last stand in that plane he could run and they couldn't stop the download in time for the truth to be revealed.

That was his thought until he turned on the CIA radio channel and listened in he tuned it till he got to the CIA secure channel and heard a voice. "Uh...Blackjack this is Bonfire-3 a few Spetsnaz but no survivors we're gettin headin back to The Dragon. Shadow Walker still alive?" Poseidon shut the radio off the second he heard the name "Shadow Walker" he said angrily fuck getting out alive he thought as he strapped a C4 to his leg he started to jog toward's the crash site. Martydom was his new objective.

Foxtrot12

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The man had taken his radio, but Dolten shrugged off the loss. He probably already knew about a lot of CIA stuff. He quickly walked over to a dead soldier, picked his small radio off his body. "Fuck." It was disabled, but with 4 hours of prying about and smacking the radio, it finally worked. Static, then he got to the CIA's secret secure channel. A pleasant female voice said, "Sorry, you do not have access to this channel. If you do, please state your passcode."

Dolten said, equally pleasant, "My passcode is ********7654."

"Access granted. Mr. Paul Carter Dolten?"

"Yes."

"Why are you contacting the CIA on a--"

"This is urgent. A Russian knocked me out, took my shirt, my badge, and my radio. I suggest you do a thermal scan over the area. I think the damned Russkie's going for the Dragon. You gotta stop him."

The Director of Central Intelligence thought for a moment, then said, "Good point. Alright. 32 satellites--CIA, of course--sent to scan. Thermal, Infrared, NV, and EM. Meanwhile, on my computer, I can track the micro-data-chip inside the shirt or badge he took from you. Right now I'm directing a few Blackhawks to get to you. See you later in the Quebec Mosque." The Quebec Mosque was code for the CIA's secret underground, bombproof, bulletproof, cement and diamond-armored facility, which had been built just a few months after the attack on Washington D.C. with some help from inside the Russian government.

The inside of the "Mosque" was shaped like an Islamic mosque, and "Quebec" just meant the Canadian pictures, symbolic, hanging inside the QM. It was just a few kilometers to the northwest of the radioactive battlefield, protected by its cement walls. A few minutes later, three modified CIA Blackhawks roared overhead, picked him up, and dropped him off in a large tree, which was hollow and led down to the QM.

Rollersox

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Whiskey was finally out of all of it funny the way life works he thought, one second all hell breaks loose and it looks like God is out to get you and the next you're safe and happy. Whiskey was riding in some CIA blackhawk on it's way to pick up some special agent or whatever the shit they call them now. Whiskey took another sip of his canteen which he had filled with whiskey taken from the Russian officer's tent. Shorrtly after the nuke Whiskey had stumbled upon a few Spetsnaz they had held him prisoner and interogated him until some passing blackhawks had noticed the small group of Russian tents and opened fire when they sent in a strike team they found Whiskey he had managed to get into the officer's tent secured some whiskey and escaped with the CIA.

One of the agents motioned to Whiskey "Last stop everyone off." he said motioning him to get out. Whiskey followed a small team of men into some Mosque looking thing they led him into a room with a that looked like some office sitting at behind the desk was a small old woman at least in her 50s. "Whiskey Six you have an impressive record and we're low on men I'm just gonna skip the formalites we need a good UAV operator you in? She asked Whiskey looked at her "Lady as long as I have a UAV and some alcohol I'm all yours." he said "Welcome to the CIA your'e gonna be operating from here providing intel and fire support to our ground units." She said "Sounds good said Whiskey "Now show me my UAV please mam." "Certainly" she said Whiskey took a sip from the canteen and followed the woman out.

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After scanning the area about 72 times, which was a few microseconds for the CIA satellites, they confirmed the Dragon's position and a few Google Earth--well, "CIA Google Earth," actually--pictures showed a man running across the field toward the Dragon. "Updating cam...updating...loading...yes!" The lead technician pumped his arms up and down with victory. "Good. The thermal-infrared camera's tracking the Russkie. Here...night-vision...normal vision...and electromagnetic sensors. The EM sensor inside the CIA shirt and badge are exactly where the Russian is. I hope he doesn't drop both of them."

"Will dropping one disable the other?"

"No," the technician replied to Dolten's curious question. "Y'see, since he has two sensors, if you drop one, it'll probably weaken the power of the EM pulse-waves, but it won't totally obliterate 'em. Got it?"

"Yeah," said Dolten absentmindedly. He was thinking, and hard. "But, there's something wrong," the CIA undercover field agent said. "Why is he going to the west instead of southeast, where the Dragon is? I know he's probably trying to shake us off or something of that sort, but it's not a very good tactic."

The DCI--Director of Central Intelligence--observed the NV, EM, and T-I cameras very closely and smoothly. "Look. Something Russian just popped on screen. Shit..." Then the last thing the cams saw were multiple EM pulse--EMP--missiles hitting four other CIA satellites.

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All of the sudden the CIA recieved a radio transmission:

"To all, this is Radiolord, you will all listen to me. I am here to guide you all to your new objective. There is a bunker over to the East of your location." I am affraid that it is full of Russian spies that have been stealing information and eavsedropping on your discussions. I am sending you the coordinates to the bunker. send this transmission to any military units that you come in contact with, over."

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Nikolai awoke after several hours, he realized he was in the same APC he went for shortly after the nuke hit. He looked at his watch, it was cracked, barely readable, but Nikolai knew he had been there for a while. After checking the rest of his equipment he heard a helicopter outside, it was a Mi24 with Spetsnaz markings. "It's about fucking time I din't have to run from chopper." Nikolai thought to himself. Several men in radiation suits jumped out as Nikolai walked toward the helicopter. "Comrade Nikolai, glad to see you're alive. We followed your transponder to here and came to get you." said one of them. He continued: "Get in, we've got it on an underground train headed out from Kapustin Yar. Not another nuke, that was just to stall them, but you know the weapon I'm talking about. It will show them the true resolve of mother Russia."

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It was very early on a Sunday morning, around 5 am, and CWO-5 Tim Morgan, known to his friends in the Marine Corps as "Clueless Morgan" for his mistake reloading artillery equipment during training, was sleeping tight. Well, at least he had been. The phone was ringing. He had a hard time deciding whether to ignore the phone call and sleep on, or get up and take it. His final decision was just to stand up, since he thought the phone call might be important.

Standing up, he noticed that his roommate, who sleeps below him, had already left the barracks. "Strange," he thought. "Usually, he sleeps longer than even I do on weekends."

As he finally got to the phone he realised that it was, indeed, an important phone call. The Caller ID said "Col Robert Higgins", who was in charge of MARSOC (MARine Special Operations Command). He took the call.

"Mr. Morgan? This is MARSOC. The 3rd Battalion has been activated, you and your platoon are to travel to Langley Falls immediately to recieve further orders and commence your assignment. Questions?"

Morgan had so many, but for the brevity of it, he picked the most important five.

"Langley Falls? The CIA?"

"Yes, a Joint Op."

"What platoon?"

"You are in charge of a temporary platoon, Comprised of 30 soldiers of the USMC, and 6 specialists from the army too. They are waiting for you in Mess Hall 3."

"Where will the mission be?"

"You truly are Clueless. We are at war with Russia, remember? That's where you're going!"

"Who's my XO?"

"Master Sergeant Jones. Very capable man. I think you know him, he assisted you on the UAV reconfig program?"

"Yes, Sir, he did. Anything else I need to know?"

"Oh yes: You have command capabilities over lower ranked officers in all divisions of the Armed Forces, including TF-141 and other specialist divisions for the remainder of this mission. Same goes for them though: You are subordinate to all higher ranked officers. Understood?"

"Sir, yes, sir. Goodbye, sir!"

"Bon voyage."

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"Status?" asked Howe as he awoke to find the Dragon in ruins the plane was crashed and nearly everything busted Jenkins was lying dead and Whiskey was gone. He looked some more and saw Connor, Travis, and Shadow Walker were still alive. "Sir it's good you're alive not everyone was as lucky we have a radio but the damn thing won't listen to us nobody's helping it was a nuke that hit us." Connor said "Alright then give me the thing i'm still field commander of this army." Howe said and reached for the radio. "Hello this is Brigadier general Howe is anybody there?" he asked. A few minutes later a voice responded "This is Bonfire-2 CIA Special Activities Division, Dragon I have a bird about half a click to the west if you can get there then I can get you out of here." The voice said "So you can't just come get us?" Howe said "Negative Russians are watching the area to dangerous." the man replied "Roger that meet you there Howe out." Howe then hung up the radio. Shadow Walker thought he knew the voice but didn't think on it for long and moved out.

Half a click away however on a small ridge Poseidon sat with his Tar-21 and binoculars just waiting Howe would come and if Shadow Walker survived then he would come also it might work and with both Howe and Shadow Walker dead he could upload the data it would be perfect he thought to himself. Just perfect he was so amused he let his guard down, oblivious to the UAV hovering above him and to the fact the CIA had him. But then about an hour later he jumped as he saw the group of four soldiers approaching he looked through his binoculars it was Howe and Shadow Walker with two grunts. Which one to kill first he thought he flipped a quarter, heads. He then readied his aim on the general. It was to late to stop him Poseidon thought.

Two clicks away a CIA black hawk pilot with a strike team of CIA soldiers moving towards Poseidon was praying that it wasn't.

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"Cosgrove. Into my office. Now." Ryan usually dreaded these words from his CO, but in this case, he knew what was to become of him. "Right away sir". As he moved casually towards the CO's office, he saw 5 other agents following suite. This made Ryan ponder, not because he was called upon by the CO, but because 5 others were following him. "Ryan Cosgrove, you have been commissioned to assist with the Special Activities Division on the ground in Moscow. The men behind you are your squad for this operation." Ryan usually never questioned orders, but this was important. "Why are we being sent to Moscow? Haven't the CIA got everything under control?" The CO replied "Ryan, you've never been one to question my orders but here's your answer: Four hours ago AEST a Russian ICBM was detonated in the main area of a C-5 aircraft codenamed "The Dragon". As far as we know at our present time, all members of that crew are either KIA or POW's." This sent a shiver down Ryan's spine, he'd been a POW seven years ago working with the Special Air Service Regiment. They broke him down. Shot 7.62 rounds into his head. That would've killed anyone, but not Ryan. "I presume that's all you wanted to know, Jackpot?" asked the CO. "Yes sir, send a requisition order down to the QM and get our necessary kit ready. We'll leave in 25 minutes." Jackpot exclaimed.

After 4 hours, a C-130 was en route to Moscow airspace containing Delta Squad. This was Ryan's squad, his brothers. Not necessarily, but he felt the need to look after them, after all, one of them was his girlfriend's father. "Ryan.. Ryan!" shouted his 2IC. Jackpot awoke immediately, "We'll be at the drop zone in 15 mikes Staff." exclaimed Whiskey Tango, their pilot. All squad members were prepared to drop when Whiskey Tango exclaimed "INCOMING!". Two Anti-Aircraft guns had shot WT's C-130. "GET OUT OF HERE! GO!" yelled WT. Jackpot immediately instructed the squad to jump out of the aircraft. "ON MY MARK! THREE... TWO... ONE.. GO GO GO!".

Within 2 minutes, the whole plan had gone to shit, and Ryan knew who was going to pay the price.

Ryan woke up from whatever had happened, but this wasn't second nature. He never slept like this. His 2IC lurched over him and stated "You've been KIA for 20 minutes. The rest of the squad is dead, we've been dropped near The Dragon but we're still in danger." Jackpot immediately had a feeling of shock come over him, his entire squad was dead apart from him and his 2IC. His girlfriend's father is dead, or maybe, alive? Ryan thought about this for a while and stood up. He saw a flash of light from a hill; this had to be a friendly contact.. Or maybe it wasn't, possibly it was codename Terror? This was a name for a international fugitive in the AO of the operation. His old callsign was Poseidon, like the god. He had evidence supporting claims that he and his task force were betrayed by General Shepherd during the first few days of World War Three.

After thinking, they reloaded their gats, checked their armor was holding up, and moved towards the flashing light of the hill. Suddenly, they heard a transmission over UHF channel 14. It exclaimed "Stay where you are, or I will take out one of your squad, don't move any closer to the hill."

Ryan had a good feeling that it was Poseidon, but, he could have his father-in-law. So he had a bad feeling about this.

Either way, they were cocked and locked. There was no way that he would let him escape alive.

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Poseidon finally had him Shadow Walker was still as well as the general, he would make a fine prize. Then just as he was about to pull the trigger on Howe's legs he stopped as he heard a roar overhead just as a CIA blackhawk came right above his head. It turned and started to fire Poseidon grabbed his thumper and fired at the cockpit taking the bird down. As it crashed he looked for his target before he heard a voice from behind him yell "Hey bitch remember me?" Poseidon turned around to see the same CIA soldier he had knocked out in the APC but now Poseidon was on the ground. Fuck sympathy he thought next time i'm killing him if there is a next time. Already about six men were gathering around him two from some unit he couldn't guess they looked Australian. The CIA soldier and two men he knew to be Shadow Company. And finally Shadow Walker. "Enjoy Hell you son of a bitch" Poseidon said to Shadow Walker as he picked up the detonator to the C4. "Bomb!" the CIA yelled as he and the two Australian soldiers jumped rolling down the hill mostly unharmed. Shadow Walker, Poseidon, and the two Shadow Company perished along with the DSM.

"Whoa! I see a lot aof little pieces down there I think someone set off a bomb down there." Whiskey said as he saw the scene unfold on his UAV rig he took a sip from his canteen. "Divert a chopper." a CIA major looking at the screen said to his warrant officer right next to him. "And try to establish contact." he added the warrant officer nodded and walked away. "Ground units this is Prowler. Give me a SITREP over." said the radio operator in the QM sitting right next to Whiskey. "Prowler this is Brigadier General Howe your operative gave me the radio some guy just blew himself up straight to hell with Shadow Walker we could use a bird out of here." Howe answered "Okay Blackhawk helicopter Bronco 4-7 is on it's way stand by." said Prowler Howe responded with an "alright". And Whiskey took another sip and resumed looking at the rig "Maybe I should lay off the alcohol." He said aloud looking at the five empty bottles of whiskey that he had used to fill his canteen over the last 12 hours. "Then again fuck that." he said taking another sip.

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The last thing Ryan remembered hearing was the word "Bomb!". Agent Dolten, his 2IC and the rest of those forces linked up with him. He saw what Poseidon had in his hand, a C4 detonator. Dolten, the 2IC and Ryan jumped from the hill and watched the combined explosion of semtex explosive and plastic explosive, seeing body parts fly in the air. "No!" exclaimed Dolten, although, he felt quite good. Not because Shadow Walker was dead, but because ASIO were on his side. "Ground units this is Prowler, SITREP over." crackled the UHF radio that was hanging onto Poseidon's torso. Ryan stumbled up the hill and finally reached Poseidon's torso. "Prowler, this is Alpha-One-One, we have 4 men down from our squad, and the rest of The Dragon's crew is dead over." Jackpot stated. "Alpha-One-One this is Prowler, solid copy. What about Poseidon, over?" said Prowler. Ryan responds by stating "Prowler this is Alpha-One-One, he's KIA, lots of little pieces here, over?"

Ryan felt that it was his duty to recieve the DSM, whatever was on it must've been extremely important to the Yanks. Jackpot immediately says "Dolten". "Yes Jackpot?" "What's on that DSM that's so important?" Before Ryan's 2IC grabbed the DSM, Dolten pulls a pistol on him and shoots him in the chest, killing him instantly. "Don't move" yells Dolten. "You fuckin spook!" exclaim's Ryan, tackling him to the ground and engaging in a brawl. "FUCK YOU!" yells Ryan, while choking Dolten. He immediately falls unconcious, and Jackpot picks up the remains of the DSM, examining it closely, before he pulls out his rugged laptop and transfers what's left from the DSM to his hard drive. "I'm out of here, fuck this war". He says to the unconcious body of Dolten, he picks up his 2IC and moves away from there. "Alpha-One-One this is Prowler, do you copy, over?". Ryan exclaim's: "Prowler this is Alpha-One-One, requesting CASEVAC at Gulf Romeo 385774, over?" Prowler responds immediately by stating "Alpha-One-One this is Prowler, solid copy. We'll have a evac bird on station in 3 mikes. Prowler out."

Ryan felt like utter shit, he'd lost his entire squad to the ruskies, and a CIA Spook. What next? I get picked off by a British trooper? He buries the body of the 2IC with his spade and puts two sticks together protruding from the ground. He felt a lot better, justice has, and will be served. When the Chinook arrived, a dozen Rangers moved out to secure the position, Ryan moved onto the helicopter and relaxed. He opened up the laptop and looked at the files. He saw who was responsible, Gen. Shepherd, Vladimir Makarov, and.. the Director of ASIO. This is about revenge now, he thought. But for now, he closed the laptop and slept on the way to a FOB.

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(Ryan...I said only I could use my own character, but I'll let it off this time)

Dolten woke up and rubbed his neck tiredly. He grabbed his F2000 and contacted anybody within a certain range.

He waited. Seven hours later, he heard a chopper roar overhead. He waved, shot flares, but the pilot seemed not to notice him -- until it turned around and began firing. Dolten cursed and fired at it, to no avail. The 5.56mm bullets sparked harmlessly off the underbelly of the helicopter.Rollersox 23:16, June 4, 2010 (UTC)

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Nikolai noticed that the helicopter had stopped and began to fire its chain gun "Damn, there's still survivors? Gunner, cease fire!" Nikolai grabbed an SVU from the man sitting beside him, and, having a pretty good idea of who the man on the ground was, shot him in the leg. "Land; looks like we've got us a POW." Nikolai ordered the pilot. As two men retrieved the wounded soldier and threw him into the chopper Nikolai said to him, "You again, I should've figured. You've been through alot, our little knife fight earlier, you survived whatever the hell happened down there, and on top of that, a goddamn 500kt nuke! That being said, I'm assuming it takes a fair level of intelligence to keep yourself from getting killed in shit like that, so you tell me, smart guy: what's the ultimate weapon of mass destruction, huh?

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Dolten kept his mouth sealed shut. Thoughts whirred through his mind: should he use humor, sarcasm, or should he just be straightforward or be polite? He decided to be straightforward. He spat in the Russian's face brutally. "Go f*** yourself, Russian. Or kill me. Choose one -- I'm not a POW-type of guy." Dolten felt ropes tie up his hands but he stayed silent, waiting for some sort of hard slap or some retort.Rollersox 01:04, June 6, 2010 (UTC)

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"Why don't you make a choice: expierience it first hand, or rot in a gulag. Now, I don't feel like killing you, so at the very least take a wild geuss, or we could play another very fun geussing game: Russian roulettte." Nikolai told the man, removing his spit soaked facemask.

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Dolten stayed silent, then smiled. "Yeah? Well, I'll tell you something, you bastard. Just like I said, answer me. It's not that hard: kill me or dump me somewhere in Russia. Got a problem with that?" Dolten felt a sharp rap on the back of his head. He twisted his head around and looked piercingly at the Russian private who had did that. He spat in the Russian's face, then turned back to the Russian commander or whatever his rank was. "And about the 'fun guessing game,' Russian roulette, I'm sorry, but I'm not an alcoholic and I'm not Russian."Rollersox 01:38, June 6, 2010 (UTC)

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"Jester turn that shit off." said Patriarch refering to the rap cd that jester has put into the humvee's radio. "That an order?" Jester saked Patriarch just looked at him and he shut it off. They kept driving for a few minutes looking for any survivors from the nuke and Spooky who had been in a chopper destroyed by the blast until some one came in over the radio. "Patriarch 4-1 actual do you copy?" asked a familar hungover voice. "What in the hell. Whiskey that you?" asked Cowboy from the back seat. "Mother fucker it's you guys I didn't know you made it out Alaska." Whisky said "Same here." Patriarch responded "What have you got?" "Uh listen i'm working for the CIA now and they got someone named Dolten I just located him over UAV he's about three clicks due southeast of your position get there double time and save his ass. He's being held prisoner or being interogated so yeah. Rapido compadre." Whiskey said. "Copy that Whiskey Six, Patriarch out." Patriarch said "So now what?" asked Jester. "You heard him for fucks sake Jester now step on it." Patriarch replied as Jester turned the vehicle around.

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(Forgot about the rules, sorry Rollersox)

"Incoming missile, hold on!" exclaimed the gunner. "Prowler this is Osprey 5-1, we are going down, I say again, we are going down at Gulf Romeo 716249, I say aga-" *CRASH*

Ryan awoke, with a headache the size of a 105mm round. Most, if not all the Rangers were KIA, and three were good to go. "Sergeant, you alright?" exclaimed Jackpot, all the while, he felt something was missing from his belongings. "Yes sir Lieutenant Cosgrove, point us in the right direction." said the sergeant, loading his M4.

"Ok, lets move!" orders Ryan, moving quickly from the crash site. Almost in an instant, Russian Spetsnaz troops converge on their position, Ryan and the Rangers pull cover from the crashed Chinook and begin to open fire on them. (just a quick author's note, listen to this while the scene ensues. )

"CONTACT! 5 O'CLOCK!, COVER FIRE!" yells Ryan, while running towards a crate of unexploded mortar's. "ROGER THAT!" yell's Sergeant Duffy, as he and his men lay down fire to support Jackpot. As one of the PFC's in the newly formed brotherhood fires his M249 PARA, he is hit in the shoulder by a 7.62mm round. "Argh, I'm hit!" exclaims the 19 year old. "Suck it up Ranger!" yells Ryan. After some heavy fire from the squad, and from the mortar's Ryan was throwing, the Spetsnaz retreat from the area. "Take that you fucking ruskies!" yells the PFC, who, only moments before, was bawling his eyes out.

"Looks like ivan's had enough." says Duffy, reloading his M4. "Don't be so sure Sergeant, they'll come back" whispers Ryan, his vocal cords almost gone from all the yelling.

"Prowler this is Alpha-One-One, over." "Alpha-One-One this is Prowler, you boys alright down there? Looks like a hell of a firefight you just had, over." "Prowler this is Alpha-One-One, roger that. Care to send us another evac bird over?" "Roger that Alpha-One-One, evac bird on station in 4 mikes, Prowler out." As soon as Ryan got off of the UHF, he heard a buzzing noise. "Ryan, is that the evac bird?" says Duffy. "Boys, looks like we're heading into the meat grinder for this one." exclaims Ryan.

4 Mi-24 Hinds fly over a hill to their north, and they begin to open fire.

(sorry about the delay, been a bit busy. see you guy's next time) Ryan Cosgrove

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(it's okay)

Dolten rubbed the ropes tying his hands up against the metal wall of the helicopter. He felt a string of rope loosen up, and he snuggled his right hand out of the badly-tied ropes. Then he untied the ropes on his left hand, then grabbed a nearby AK-47 and hid it behind his back, still pretending to be tied up.Rollersox 16:02, June 6, 2010 (UTC)

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"Okay I think he got himself out. He's within reach of an AK. Let's pray he doesn't do anything stupid when we attack." said Bishop as he looked through the scope of his M21. "Alright Bushmaster and Jester get down there Hitman get ready to cover them. Cowboy me and you will cover the CIA. And Bishop take em out." said Patriarch Bushmaster acknowledged with a nod and went prone crawling through the bush down to the chopper. Bushmaster took a position near the chopper Jester near the Russians. The first Russian dropped with a crack screaming as the others turned in shock Jester came up and fired his UMP into the crowd. Bushmaster popped around the chopper and yelled to the CIA "Run to the ridge!" pointing to where Bishop was hiding. Bushmaster fired into the Russians and ran as they pushed toward his position at the chopper he was about halfway there when he saw the CIA get to Bishop and start firing the AK covering him. Bushmaster continued running and reached the group as the Russian helo took off. "Shouldn't they be firing at us?" asked Cowboy "Well when there weapons are disabled they can't" said Bushmaster. "Alright now CIA who the F are you?" asked Hitman. As a the roar of a CIA black hawk helicopter was heard.

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Dolten merely said "Carter" to the soldier, discarded his AK, and grabbed a nearby UMP45 submachine gun with an ACOG sight mounted atop of the barrel. He picked eight magazines out and taped it to his uniform, then looked up at the Blackhawk roaring overhead loudly.Rollersox 23:36, June 7, 2010 (UTC)

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As the aligned hind's closed in, Ryan scrambled inside the remains of the Chinook to find something to take it out with. "Where's the Mark 19!" he yells. "In the bottom of the cockpit, and you better hurry! They're closing in fast!" states the Sarge. "GOT IT! Duffy, keep them suppressed from the 19, I'll provide cover fire with the mortars, you good for this?" asked Ryan. "Roger that.." says Duffy, shaking to his core. "Alpha-One-One this is Thunder Two, prepped and ready for action, over?" | "Thunder Two, this is Alpha-One-One, roger that. We have 4 hind's closing in fast to our position at Gulf Romeo 716249. Easy target practice for your guns, over?" | "Alpha-One-One this is Thunder Two, solid copy on all. On station in 3 mikes, Thunder Two out."

"Hallefuckinlujah" yells the PFC. Ryan spots an dangerous hazard right in front of where the A-10's are making their attack run, the mortars are directly in the flight path, and if the hinds hit them, immediate explosion.

"Thunder Two, this is Alpha-One-One! Negative on your attack run, too much of a risk. We'll hold them off. Over?" | "Alpha-One-One, this is Thunder Two. Are you insane, you'll need more firepower to take on those hinds. We're almost on station, we'll take out targets from a distance with the '50. Cal. Over?"

"Thunder Two, this is Alpha-One-One, roger that, stick to your promise. Alpha-One-One out."

"ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?" yelled Duffy, who, just moments earlier, was shaking to the core, waiting to take out the hinds. "If this is another one of those fuckin ANZAC legend's you're trying to pull off, you'll die." states the PFC. "Listen up!" yells Ryan. "Ramirez, you're a good kid. But this is my decision, and who gives a fuck about your's."

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"Get us out of here! I don't care if that CIA bastard got away, they'll all be dead soon with what we've got in store!" Nikolai screamed at the pilot as he saw American A-10's overhead. The chopper then dusted off from where the CIA agent was first brought on. His squad was decimated, with only a few left alive, but he knew that the time for revenge was approaching, and by the way the few Spetsnaz left in the Hind''s seats looked, they knew that too. Sgt.Maj. Delta  4-7 21:57, June 8, 2010 (UTC)''

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Dolten fired a few lame rounds with his UMP45 at the helicopter, making .45-caliber-sized holes in the underbelly of the chopper, but not doing any real damage. He cursed and yelled to nobody in particular: "Hand me a Stinger!"Rollersox 23:24, June 8, 2010 (UTC)

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Whiskey was observing the chopper pursuit from the thermal vision of his UAV "They are fucked." he said to himself taking a sip from his canteen and noticed he was running low again when he heard a bang from the room next door and some screaming he stood up and reached for his MP5K when a CIA operative ran through the door. "Whiskey get down!" he yelled as a Russian popped through the door and killed him. Whiskey fired three rounds into him and ran back "fucker!" he yelled as he ran into a room where the SAD operatives were taking positions. Whiskey got on his radio "This is Whiskey Six to all available units. Somebody fucking help! We are fucked in a very bad way the Russians have discovered the QM and are attacking. I don't know maybe we have a traitor or we hid this bunker badly or i don't fucking know just help." Whiskey said and ducked as Russian gunfire sprayed the room.

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Dolten heard Whiskey yelling and cursed. Too much things on his hands -- the life of his family which was devastated; they had been living in D.C. at the time of the Russian invasion -- and other business problems. Like this. He replied to Whiskey Six, "This is Wolf Nine-Two. Where are you?"Rollersox 02:56, June 9, 2010 (UTC)

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"Wolf thank god we are pinned down in the QM. This battle is going downhill SAD is gonna fucking die. But look there is currently a Harrier in the QM's hangar I know how to fly one of these things but if I wanna get into that hangar I need the security codes to get inside the thing's pilot is dead and I know that you know those codes you get me those I can fly outa here and can be on intercept course to help you out in about 45 minutes. Yeah that carrier incident wasn't to good for me but I think I'm sober so Wolf what are those codes?" Whiskey responded while behind a desk that was kevlar lined he peeked out and looked at a dead Russian. "That's no Russian." Whiskey said looking at the dead British soldier with a strange patch on his shoulder and the number 141 written on his helmet.

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Ryan heard Whiskey Six's transmission. He needed help immediately. After some consideration, he decided to respond.

"Whiskey Six, this is Alpha-One-One. We're on our way to your LKP. Hang tight. Alpha-One-One out."

Ryan heard another callsign before him. Wolf Nine-Two. It sounded like a ASIO callsign but, to tell you the truth, he didn't know jack shit at that time. "Duffy, Ramirez; get your gear. We're helping that UAV operator." said Ryan. "I'll grab the Mark 19!" yelled Ramirez. "Duffy, grab the rest of everything that's intact. We're leaving in 5 minutes.

"Overlord this is Thunder Two, over?" the radio screamed. "Thunder Two this is Overlord, send, over?" "Overlord this is Thunder Two, guns are dry, request permission to return to base, rearm, over?" "Thunder Two this is Overlord, solid copy on all. Return to base, over?" "Overlord this is Thunder Two, roger that. Out"

"Let's move!" yelled Ryan. This was definitely worse than Afghanistan. Much worse. But still, torture was the worst of all in his lifetime. "Ryan! Vehicle at 9 0'clock!" yells Ramirez. "Take out the passengers and the driver, we're commandering that vehicle!" exclaims Ryan. After killing the people in the SUV, they climb in. However they were not Russians, nor friendlies. "What's that patch on his webbing Duffy?" asked Ramirez. "That's the insignia of the 141. Best handpicked group of warriors on the planet, and we just killed them. Friendlies." says Ryan. Guilt overcame him, and he replaced one of his ASIO patches with the 141 patch. "Put these on your velcro. Show respect to your fellow men." whispers Ryan.

"Next stop, Forward Operating Base Charlie." exclaims Duffy, pointing on a map the 141 had.

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Wolf reloaded his UMP45 and hurried out of the area he was in -- when some sort of Russian rocket knifed past, leaving a clear trail of vapor where it had exploded across. It hit the helicopter that he had been on and he cursed. "Shit." Then he turned around and said through his mike to Whiskey Six, "The code is -- " His voice went down to a very low whisper, then he said, "Got that?" But he had no time to hear Whiskey say anything else, because suddenly the barrel of an AK-47 was pressed against his head, roughly. "Get down."

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As Whiskey retrieved the codes from Wolf the radio signal died. He didn't have enough time to think about it because of the Russian soldiers and their mysterious mercenaries. Whiskey picked up his MP5K and ran like hell out the door abondoning the SAD soldiers to their fate. He kept running till he hit a security door that led to the hangar. He typed in the digdets as he heard the mercs and Russians yelling and advancing in seconds they would be here. The door opened, and Whiskey ran in and saw the harrier he looked at a computer terminal near the door. From what he saw he was not the only one trying to escape some poor bastard had prepped the jet for launch but didn't leave. When Whiskey turned around he saw a dead man with a gun held to his head. He didn't have time to think as he took a sip of the canteen an ran jumping in the harrier as the mercs broke through the security door with a breaching charge they fired on the jet as Whiskey started up all the systems and the jet took off with minimal dents in the wings. Whiskey had never felt better in Alaska he had flown a bird but now here he was in a jet again. "Uh...Wolf thanks for the codes I am inbound to your position eta sixteen minutes hang tight copy." he said over the radio getting no response he increased speed hoping nothing had happened.

Foxtrot12 06:14, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

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"Turn around," the Russian said.

"Not now," muttered Wolf angrily.

"I said, 'Turn around'!" Wolf turned around obediently, then suddenly swung his UMP45 at the Russian. A clear purple-reddish bruise was left whipped across the Russian's face, who snarled outrageously, and raised his AK. The UMP's muzzle exploded with flashes of brilliant yellow light, which hammered bullets from the barrel. The Russian staggered backward, and Wolf turned on his radio signal again.

"Whiskey Six, do you copy?"Rollersox 23:14, June 10, 2010 (UTC)

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"Uh...yeah I copy I am still inbound to your position ETA 11 minutes what's your status? I am fully locked and loaded so to say. Wolf I gotta give it to you and the Spook team you boys really know how to pimp out a jet. I mean really weapon systems are fucking great, leather seats, and this radio, it play mp3s? Ah never mind I am almost there so just hang on." Whiskey said over the radio to Wolf as he took another sip from his canteen. What was the harm in getting drunk now he thought and upon realizing that he had just thought that he said one thing aloud to himself. "Man when this war is fuckin over I am going to rehab." he said to himself and over the radio. "Hang tight." he said again over the radio to Wolf.

Foxtrot12 03:38, June 12, 2010 (UTC)

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Wolf saw the Harrier roar overhead, and he shot a flare into the sky. The flare exploded into the air, and Wolf saw the Harrier lose speed and altitude, and slowly, in control, drop to the ground.Rollersox 23:22, June 12, 2010 (UTC)

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Nikolai felt better that he was finally out of danger, US forces were nowhere to be seen, and he had cleared the radioactive zone. His Mi24 landed near a small Russian convoy parked alongside a river, he saw 2 BTR's, a radar truck, an AA-Tank, and a pair of jeeps. The commander, Captain Letsev, greeted him: "Sgt. Hewa, glad to see you're alive. I was sent here to make sure all special forces made it out from the front lines. The warheads with our latest WMD are still on their way to Moscow, the ETA is around 30 minutes. Once they get there we'll have America's back against the wall." Nikolai interrupted him: "Yes Letsev, I was at the briefing, I know the plan. Have you been able to track the Americans on that radar?" Just then the radar operator yelled "Captain, we have something! It looks like a single jet, around 40km's out!" Nikolai sighed and checked his PDA loaded with tactical info being fed from Russian command. He wasn't kidding.

Sgt.Maj. Delta  4-7 00:37, June 13, 2010 (UTC)

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Wolf saw a heat-seeking Russian SAM missile explode from the ground, and the Harrier dropped. It hit the ground, not hard, but not very gently either. Wolf gave the thumbs-up to Whiskey, and watched the SAM drop low to the Harrier's altitude, then hit a large tree. The tree suffered minor damage, but the missile was gone.

Wolf breathed a sigh of relief and lay back contentedly.Rollersox 02:33, June 13, 2010 (UTC)

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They heard the roar of a Harrier go overhead. They tailed it. "INCOMING! NORTH SIDE!" yelled Ramirez. The RPG round hit the back wheel of the SUV. The car went flying 30, maybe 50 feet into the air. "BAIL OUT!" yelled Ryan, and they jumped. They then saw a flare fly into the sky, after landing back on the ground, they cleared out enemy foxholes and moved towards the flare site.

Ryan Cosgrove

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Whiskey had let loose a flare after he saw a freindly squad around their position. As the squad approached Wolf stepped out with Whiskey to see the friendly troops. Wolf seemed to tense up the second he saw one of them an Australian looking guy Whiskey thought. The aussie also went cold upon noticing Wolf. "Reunions I love reunions." Whiskey said as he took a sip from his canteen and remembered the reunion of his divorced parents 13 years ago his father had killed his ex spouse. "Good times. Good times" he said in a whisper to himself.

Foxtrot12 05:28, June 15, 2010 (UTC)

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Wolf stiffened and tensed. "You..." His bulky muscles flexed as he rolled his shoulders. His eyes bore into Ryan's.

"It's you." He walked forward a few steps, then looked down. Grains of sand were sliding across the ground. "Holy, not now. Not after what the Russkies just did. Not this." A squadron of bombers roared overhead. Dark dots dropped from the jets' underbellies. "Ho-oly shit," muttered Wolf, eyeing the nuclear-tipped (not nuclear) smart bombs dropping.

"Guys. We're, uh, outta here." He began running.Rollersox 02:19, June 16, 2010 (UTC)

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After the CIA had left Bushmaster and the SEALs had returned to the search for Spooky and had won. Spooky was currently in their Black hawk on the minigun. Patriarch was flying with Hitman as the copilot. They were closing in on Whiskey's harrier site they had managed to listen in on radio and were seconds away. They heard bombs dropping and saw fire around the site and then Bushmaster saw it. "Squad friendly on our six!" he yelled to Patriarch who put the bird down as the bombs exploded everywhere. Everyone got in quick enough and Patriarch took off. As a bomb exploded where they just were the Black hawk made its getaway. "Dolten pleasure seeing you again." Bushmaster said to the CIA "Whiskey same as always your'e still just a drunk bastard." he said looking at Whiskey. "And who are you?" he asked to an Australian. "Australian heh." said Spooky as he pulled out a pistol pointing it in his face. "Where's the DSM?" he asked. Everyone froze and looked at Spooky as he flicked the safety off the gun. "DSM?" asked Bushmaster. "What the hell is that?"

Foxtrot12 06:28, June 17, 2010 (UTC)

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Wolf tensed, and before a whisper of wind passed by, he sprang at Spooky, his Mk.23 pistol out and put it to Spooky's temple. "Traitor," he growled, rolling the safety off on his gun.

He reached into his backpack, his pistol still on Spooky's head. He hit Spooky with the butt of his UMP45, knocking him out effectively. Then he tied Spooky up to a pole. "That should keep him."Rollersox 02:55, June 20, 2010 (UTC)

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"That is motherfucking enough!" yelled Patriarch as he emerged from the BlackHawk holding an M1014 shotgun in each hand. "You Wolf I saved your ass once so untie my soldier if you're gonna have to do that try Jester." he said getting a "Wai what?" from him. "And aussie where's the DSM Spooky was talking about now don't bullshit me Spooky knows what he's talking about." he said the shotgun locked on the man's neck. "The dat from it's here." the man said showing Patriarch a labtop he looked at for about five minutes before he walked away "Holy free fuckin holy." he said. "Wolf you're gonna want to see this and everybody else to." he said as everyone looked at the info on it and saw those responsible for the war Sheperd, Makarov, the director of the ASIO, the CIA spook Shadow walker, and about three dozen other names in the CIA, FBI, and NSA. "And someone untie him." Patriarch added as the soldiers looked in awe at the data. Bushmaster shook his head. "Holy son of a bitch." he said not able to understand what he was seeing.

Foxtrot12 03:21, June 20, 2010 (UTC)