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

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:RPK w/ 75 round drum mag & bipod, RPG-16 w/ optical sight & bipod, Makarov PM, 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 "Husky" Dolten
 * Faction: CIA Special Activities Division (SAD)
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon(s): FN F2000 modular bullpup assault rifle, 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: Robert "Poseidon" Jackson
 * Faction: Task Force 141
 * Rank: Lance Corporal
 * Weapons: TAR-21 silenced, Thumper, and 357. Magnum
 * Usable by: Me only

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 Thermal Scope w/ Heartbeat Sensor + Extended Mags, 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).

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 grripped 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.

Fotrot12

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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.

Foxtrot12

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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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