Auburn, Washington,
USA
UNSC
Communications Relay Station
March
19th, 2001
1300
Local Time
Word got around the UNSC marines
that new breeds of zombies are roaming the streets. There were a few zombies
that had a burnt feature to their skin. They were stronger and were able to
take a lot more damage than normal zombies. Another variant the marines had
discovered were bulky muscular zombies. These zombies seem to have developed
hardened bones and had spikes growing out of their arms and backs.
“What’s with the new zombies Sarge?”
Tyler asked.
“I don’t know, all I heard was that
it was probably from some radiation from a nuclear plant that melted down in Nebraska.” Mitchell
replied.
“It’s quite possible.” Danny
commented.
“I don’t care what they are. If
they’re not human, shoot it.” Milo pitched in
on the conversation.
“Great, zombies are now officially
harder to kill.” Tyler
concluded sarcastically.
“Pretty much.” Danny nodded his head
with a smile.
Patrick walked beside his Dad and
looked at the men talking.
“What’s up Patrick?” Danny asked.
“The printer is printing out lots of
paper and making funny noises.” Patrick pointed at the printer in the office.
“I’ll go take a look Patrick.”
Mitchell stood up from his chair and walked up towards the office.
Mitchell picked up the paper and
looked at it. He flipped the pages and skimmed it. He smiled and headed to the
group of men.
“What’s up Sarge?” Milo
asked as he saw Mitchell’s smile.
“We’re going to Seattle.” Mitchell grinned.
“What do you mean?” Tyler asked.
“Since the UNSC is coming to pick up
Danny and Patrick, they are also transferring us out of this station.” Mitchell
explained as he flipped the papers in his hand.
“Man, that’s great!” Milo looked pleased.
“Get ready to pack gentlemen.”
Mitchell patted Tyler.
“So what are we doing in Seattle anyways?” Tyler asked.
“Don’t know. All I know is that it’s
issued by High Command.” Mitchell looked at the papers in detail.
“Hot damn, what did we get ourselves
into this time?” Milo jumped from his seat.
“I don’t know guys. This paper is so
vague on the details.” Mitchell shrugged.
Tyler
and Milo walked off to their quarters to pack.
Danny and Patrick had clueless looks on their faces.
“What about us?” Danny asked.
“You’ll be living in the Seattle
Outpost with the other survivors.” Mitchell reassured them.
“I guess we won’t see you folks
anymore?” Danny asked again.
“I guess so. The UNSC High Command
wants us to do something.” Mitchell replied.
“Well then, I offer my sincere
thanks for taking care of us these past few days.” Danny stuck out his hand.
“No problem.” Mitchell shook his
hand.
“Say thank you Patrick.” Danny
nudged Patrick.
“Thank you, sir.” Patrick thanked.
“No problem Patrick.” Mitchell
saluted him.
Patrick saluted back and giggled.
Danny took Patrick to their rest area. Mitchell looked at his watch and then
got a seat next to the radar.
“Two more hours and I’ll be out of
this hell hole.” Mitchell looked at the radar.
Richmond, British
Columbia, Canada
UNSC
Richmond
Outpost
March
19th, 2001
1500
Local Time
A middle aged man with a stubble
walked into the briefing room filled with marines. All the marines stood up and
looked at him.
“At ease. Take a seat.” the man
said.
Zyrok and Forester sat in the front
row while the rest of Echo Squad sat in the back. In the adjacent row, Fire
Team Tango was there.
“As of 1400 local time, we’ve
received an order from High Command to initiate a search and rescue operation
down in Central US.” the man briefed.
“Captain Yashin, I assume all of us
here are going?” Zyrok spoke out loud.
“That’s correct, the team was
chosen by Lieutenant Forester’s report." Yashin nodded.
“So that’s what the evaluation was
about.” Zyrok looked at Forester.
“Yes and no. Other parts included in
assessing the facilities.” Forester smiled.
“So what exactly are we searching
for this time?” Zyrok asked.
“I haven’t been informed about it.
All I can tell you is that you will be flown to the Seattle Outpost and be
briefed there.” Yashin replied.
“Captain, I guess I’m flying all of
us there?” Stewart raised his hand.
“That’s correct Corporal.” Yashin
replied.
“Alright.” Stewart grinned.
“You will depart for Seattle at 1700. So get
packing and good luck soldiers!” Yashin spoke and left the briefing room.
Zyrok stood up and looked at Fire
Team Tango. The team composed of five men which was led by Sergeant Jonathan
Stokes. Zyrok didn’t really know Stokes’ team that well, but he figured that
he’ll get to know them on the ride there.
“Echo Squad, form up.” Zyrok
shouted.
“See you later Zyrok.” Forester
walked up to Zyrok and waved goodbye.
“Yeah, later Forester.” Zyrok
replied.
“What’s up boss?” Casey walked over
and grabbed a seat next to Zyrok.
“I want everyone to put on their
game faces on. It’ll be our first time seeing High Command.” Zyrok spoke.
“You got it LT.” Taylor smiled.
“I always have my game face on.”
Hawkes joked.
“No you don’t.” Casey eyed Hawkes.
“I’m ready Lieutenant.” Stevens
replied.
“How’s that bruise on your chest?”
Zyrok asked.
“Slowly fading, sir.” Stevens
replied.
Zyrok looked as Stokes led his men
out of the briefing room and waved at Zyrok before leaving. Zyrok waved back
and then turned to face his men.
“Stewart, get the Pelican prepped up
for flight.” Zyrok directed.
“Okay sir.” Stewart got up from his
seat.
“I’ll see you all in one hour next
to the Pelican with your gear.” Zyrok stood up.
“Copy that boss.” Casey replied.
“Dismissed.” Zyrok walked to the
entrance.
“Alright men, hustle up!” Casey
ordered the men to move as Zyrok opened the door for them.
Seattle, Washington,
USA
UNSC
Seattle Outpost
March
19th, 2001
2000
Local Time
Major Ryan Tory grabbed his folder
and left his officer. High Command had issued him an operation and he had to
assemble a team. Since Forester was out doing research and she saw some action
in Vancouver,
he felt that she could use the people she met and work together on this
operation. However, he knew that a squad was not enough for the operation, so
he needed an extra squad and some extra marines. Luckily, word got out that the
UNSC Communications Relay Station at Auburn
encountered survivors and he felt the team there should suffice. He still
needed an extra squad so he asked his friend in Richmond, Captain Nicholas Yashin, to bring
along a team. Tory looked at his folder at the team he had assembled. Echo
Squad, Fire Team Tango, and three marines from Auburn seemed like a good team. He smiled and
closed the folder. He walked down a corridor and was greeted by Forester.
“Sir, everyone is assembled and
ready at the briefing room.” Forester saluted.
“Nice to see you back on site,
Forester.” Tory saluted back, “Let’s get going.”
The officers entered the briefing
room and were immediately greeted by Zyrok.
“Good evening, Major.” Zyrok
saluted.
“Good evening, Lieutenant.” Tory
saluted back.
“Grab a seat Zyrok, we’re about to
start.” Forester pointed at an empty seat.
“Sure no problem.” Zyrok walked to
the chair and sat down.
“All right ladies and gentlemen. You
are probably wondering why you are here.” Tory stood at the podium with his
folder opened.
“As you have heard, the two new
breeds of zombies have been discovered recently in the Central
US. It is in fact a mutation of the virus caused by the nuclear
plant that melted down in Fort Calhoun,
Nebraska.” Tory looked at his
papers.
“You’re right Sarge.” Tyler nudged Mitchell and
whispered.
“Hot damn, are we going there?” Milo spoke to Mitchell.
“Yes you are. The radiation has
already been cleared and safe to enter.” Tory replied as he overheard Milo’s conversation.
“As of 1230 local time, we lost
communication of Omega Squad that was doing a reconnaissance on gathering Intel
about the nuclear plant meltdown and the new zombies. The primary objective is
to find Omega Squad and extract them out of the hot zone. Secondary objective is
to recover UNSC assets from Omega Squad’s camp situated two miles out.” Tory
pointed at a map on the wall.
“Where will we be dropping in?”
Casey raised his hand.
“Two Pelicans will be dropping you
folks off at Insertion Alpha and Insertion Bravo.” Tory pointed at one place
near the camp and the other near the nuclear plant.
“How many teams are there?” Mitchell
raised his hand.
“Two teams, let me look at the
assignments.” Tory flipped his papers.
“Echo Squad would be commanded by
Lieutenant Zyrok. Sergeant Major Fred Casey, Corporal Jonathan Hawkes, Corporal
Mike Stewart, Corporal Mark Taylor, and Private Zack Stevens would be in this
team.” Tory read the list.
“Fire Team Tango would be commanded
by Lieutenant Forester. Sergeant Jonathan Stokes, Sergeant Steve Mitchell,
Corporal Jason Milo, Corporal Steve Michaels, Corporal Adam Wilson, Lance
Corporal Neil Stanley, Private Thomas Hemmings, and Private Brandon Tyler would
be in this team.” Tory flipped the page.
“Sounds good, sir. Are we in Fire
Team Tango for good?” Mitchell asked.
“For now, we’ll see after this
mission Sergeant.” Tory replied.
“Am I flying one of the Pelicans?”
Stewart raised his hand.
“Not this time, you’ll be flown in
by our pilots here.” Tory answered.
Tory looked around for any raised
hands and saw none. He closed his folder and looked at the men.
“Alright people, get your rest
today. You’ll be departing for Nebraska
in 0600 tomorrow.” Tory exclaimed and walked out of the room.
“Echo Squad, let’s get geared up in
half and hour. I want people armed and ready.” Zyrok spoke to his marines.
“All right marines in Fire Team
Tango, we’ll do a quick overview of this mission in the meeting room in one
hour.” Forester shouted out loud.
Zyrok looked at Forester and smiled.
He knew this mission was going to be interesting and exciting.
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