A few Medics came and got the five of us that were injured and took us to the medical wing.
Patched us up pretty good too, because two weeks later I was in fighting fit,
for the most part. . . .
I was still in bed and my leg was a little soar when I walked, but other than that I was fine.
Steel walked in asking if I was alright.
I laughed a little “I guess.” I replied and told him about my leg.
“so what do you want General?” I asked.
“It’s not general anymore, it’s Sergeant.” He replied with a slightly annoyed look on his face.
“Why?” I asked
“No clue, anyway we have a mission in three days.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Take back Paris, the enemy took it over.”
“What about the Bio-bomb?” I suggested.
“They’re holding 143 hostages.” He informed me.
“Oh, so are we going up the middle or are we going to sneak around?”
“Up the middle, with fifteen squads.” He replied.
“Hmmmm.” I thought about it for a second.
So fifteen squads would be, four-hundred and fifty troops, which would mean thirty transport copters.
I told him the math, and he nodded.
“Sir may I suggest twenty attack copters as well?” I asked.
“Yes you may, but I’m not sir anymore, I’m just Steel.” He finished, and walked out of the room.
Three days later, all four-hundred and fifty of us were standing at attention, when new General Thompson, ordered everyone onboard the choppers.
“We’re closing in on the town!” I said over the radio to Thompson.
“Enemy missile inbound on your chopper General! JUMP!” yelled Steel to Thompson.
Kaboom!
Thompsons chopper starting spiraling to the ground.
An enemy jet flew by and shot us with a few rounds I guess, because we started falling.
I ordered the fifteen soldiers on the chopper to jump.
There was only fifteen parashoots, Steel looked in the cockpit to see that the bullets had kill the pilots and destroyed the controls.
“We’re going down!” He yelled to me.
What we did next was both stupid and dangerous.
But we had no choice, we had to ride the Helicopter to the ground.
So we did. . . . We both grabbed onto something and braced for impact, which came quicker than we thought.
Me and steel went flying out into a field, it hurt like a son of a tommy gun, but we were alright.
Five seconds later the troops that jumped landed.
The jet returned, killing four of our men.
“Get to that building!” I yelled, pointing toward a building on the edge of town, up ahead.
“Well I guess you’re the General now.” Said Steel.
“Field General.” I corrected him.
We got up to a window in the building there were ten of us left in total.
I saw an enemy officer start walking into the mall where they were keeping the hostages.
I told Steel to get his sniper and shoot him.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
“I got him!” he yelled back.
I stood up and unloaded a clip from my MP5 taking out eight enemies.
Than I yelled “MOVE IN!!!!”
Me and Steel along with the other eight of us ran into the Shopping Center.
As soon as we ran through the doors, the remaining seven squads came through the ceiling windows on ropes, shooting as they descended.
The enemy started shooting into the crowd of screaming civilians.
Everyone in the room that had a gun opened fire!
After about thirty seconds of constant gunfire, it stopped.
I knew I was still alive, and that Steel was alive, because I heard him coughing about what sounded like eight feet from me.
When the smoke cleared I could see that at least two-hundred ally soldiers got killed alone, there were bodies everywhere, mostly enemy soldiers.
I guess I didn’t realize just how many enemies there were.
Steel saw an enemy soldier crawling away.
He ran after the enemy, picked him up by the collar, and shoved a pistol under his chin, and just stood there staring at the soldier. . . . . . .
Than he threw the enemy to the ground.
He looked at me, and I nodded in approval.
The remaining two ally squads looked around for surviving civilians.
We only found eight. . . out of one hundred and forty-three, we only found, eight.
I heard that same familiar low voice on the radio “how many soldiers are there?” he asked in his steady, never changing voice.
I looked around, “forty-three soldiers, five wounded soldiers, and eight civilians.”
I replied sadly.
“I. . . . Four Transport copters, landing on the roof, ETA eight minutes.” He said slowly.
I clicked the radio off.
We all took the elevators to the roof.
Listening to the oddly inappropriate elevator music as we rode them to wait for the helicopters to come.
But when we got to the top there was an enemy with a shotgun, before he could squeeze the trigger, every one in the two elevators, pulled out either a pistol or an automatic weapon of some sort, and had shot him at least once.
We waited for four minutes for the helicopters.
As they landed I looked around to see how badly the city had been destroyed.
When all of us were loaded on the helicopters and were taking off I could see more enemy tanks rolling down the streets.
I looked over to Steel who was looking at the same thing.
“I feel like we didn’t complete the job.” I said to him.
He nodded in agreement.
Eighteen seconds later eight ally jets flew by and dropped bombs on the enemy tanks.
Steel looked over and asked
“You still feel that way?”
“No.” I replied.
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