UNSCDF3 Chapter 16- Interrogations

Erazi, Kandahar, Afghanistan

Russian Communications Outpost

May 14, 2001

0950 Local Time

            “Here’s the first marine, Captain Blake.” Dimitri waved at a Russian soldier outside.

            The soldier walked out and dragged a marine into the room. The marine had a pale look on his face as if he was still in shock from the siege of his ship.

            “Blake, here’s Private Thomas. I understand that he has nothing to offer me so I put his life on the line for what you have.” Dimitri shoved the pale marine to his knees.

            “What do I have?” Blake looked at Thomas.

            “Knowledge. What did you guys take out of the facility?” Dimitri demanded.

            “I don’t know.” Blake answered swiftly.

            “Wrong answer.” Dimitri pulled out his Luger sidearm.

            “Please…” Thomas begged for his life.

            “Dimitri, I swear I have no idea what the UNSC took out. That’s not my job.” Blake looked at Dimitri’s gun.

            “Then what’s your job?” Dimitri asked impatiently while studying his gun.

            “To retrieve UNSC asset.” Blake replied refusing to tell Dimitri of Zyrok.

            “Shame, I already know what you are here for. Your friend here, told me much more in detail.” Dimitri jabbed the Luger into Thomas’ back.

            “What do you want?” Blake pleaded.

            “Everything, but time’s up for Thomas.” Dimitri put a pullet into Thomas’ head.

            “No! You bastard!” Blake cried as Thomas dropped lifelessly to the ground.

            “You hesitate too much. You should know that I’m an impatient man.” Dimitri waved at the soldier beside him.

            The Russian soldier exited the room once again, but this time he dragged in a female marine.

            “Meet Lance Corporal Everson. She may know you, but you don’t know her. I should warn you, that I have no mercy in killing women if I don’t get information out of you.” Dimitri threatened.

            Everson looked at Blake and then Thomas’ body beside her. Her eyes lit up with fear as she watched Dimitri wave around his gun.

            “Now Dimitri, you don’t have to do this. Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll tell you.” Blake attempted to calm Dimitri down.

            “What do you have to offer me that she doesn’t have to tell me?” Dimitri yanked on Everson’s hair.

            Everson cried out loud and tried to wriggle herself from Dimitri’s grasp. Dimitri pulled out a combat knife and placed it by her throat.

            “Move and you die.” Dimitri warned.

            Everson stopped moving and nodded obediently. Tears streamed down her face and Blake watched helplessly.

            “I’ll tell you our RaidComm frequencies.” Reid blurted.

            “Already got that, we had defectors from your marines the first time you set foot here.” Dimitri sighed.

            “What? How?” Blake looked surprised.

            “Heard of Lieutenant Reid and his squad?” Dimitri asked.

            “I think I have…” Blake raised an eyebrow.

            “Well, you failed. I’m wasting too much time.” Dimitri looked at the sharp blade pressed against Everson’s neck.

            “Please…I beg you. Please don’t kill me. I’ll make it worth your time.” Everson begged for mercy.

            “My time?” Dimitri scoffed.

            “We can talk behind closed doors.” Everson responded.

            “Consider yourself lucky Blake. Everson can make a deal better than you.” Dimitri removed the blade from Everson’s neck and took her out of the room.

            Blake sighed in frustration as he knew what Everson was dealing with Dimitri. It shamed him that his marines had to belittle themselves to survive. Their pride and dignity was now turned to a class lower than the undead. Blake was angry at what the Russians were doing, but he was helpless.

New Karachi, Karachi, Pakistan

Khursheed Begum Park

May 14, 2001

1000 Local Time

            “Rise and shine.” Johnson shook an asleep Hariprasad.

            Their flight to reach the nearest camp was detoured when they encountered Russian helicopters patrolling in the vicinity. As a safe measure, Frederick called Daniels to land and take cover for a full day before moving out.

            “Ready?” Frederick walked in with her full combat gear.

            “All geared up and ready ma’am.” Daniels slung a backpack over his shoulder

            “Then let’s go. No time to waste, if Blake is still alive…we don’t have too much time.” Frederick warned.

            The group of marines exited the room and out of the building. In the middle of the street was the Falcon glistening in the morning sunlight.

            “Same game plan boys.” Frederick motioned the marines to move.

            Daniels hopped inside the cockpit and threw the backpack beside his seat whilst Frederick sat on her seat and buckled up.

            “Airborne in one minute people. Get strapped in.” Frederick hushed.

            The sound of seat belt buckles clicking could be heard simultaneously as the marines got into their seats. In a few seconds, the Falcon dusted off the ground and was in the clear skies.

            “How far are we out?” Johnson yelled over the roar of the rotors.

            “I’d say at least ten kilos out.” Hariprasad studied the buildings below.

            “Let’s hope this isn’t a wild goose chase.” Dau added.

            “Dude, it’s stationary.” Johnson reminded.

            “Fine, no need to get so technical here.” Dau smirked.

            Hariprasad grabbed a pair of binoculars from under his seat and scanned the distant lands.

            “You see it?” Frederick asked.

            “Not yet….not yet.” Hariprasad turned his head and placed his binoculars down on his lap.

UNSCDF2 Chapter 34- Enemies of All Kinds

Reygi, Kandahar, Afghanistan

Secronom Research Facility

April 21, 2001

1900 Local Time

            “Timmins, get the defenses back online.” Williams rushed into the Control Room with Green.

            “On it.” Timmins ran into a room with a computer that was online.

            “They are going to get in any minute now. Hurry!” Williams readied his M16.

            “Sentry guns back online in five minutes. Systems are rebooting.” Timmins hollered.

            “Green, take position next to the doors.” Williams commanded as he saw the elevator numbers descending.

            “We’ve got to hold this area. If we lose it, we put the rest of the team below at risk.” Williams aimed his gun at the elevator doors.

            The elevator dinged and the door slid open. Three marines stood inside the elevator with sweat dripping off their faces.

            “Don’t shoot!” Reid called out.

            “We’re UNSC!” Morgan added.

            Williams glanced at the marines and lowered his gun.

            “I thought you guys were…” Williams exclaimed.

            “Dead? Captured? We managed to sneak out in time.” Reid interrupted.

            “Yeah.” Williams nodded.

            “Turrets online!” Timmins rushed out of his room to tell Williams.

            “You got the sentry guns back online…?” Morgan asked as he looked at Reid with a concerned face.

            “Yeah, the Russians won’t be coming in now.” Timmins replied proudly.

            “That’s good.” Reid said while thinking about the Russians getting slaughtered by the guns.

            “Get some rest marines. We’ll need it.” Williams replied.

            “Where are the defense controls? I want to see what other defenses this facility has.” Reid spoke to Timmins with the thought of shutting down the system.

            “There.” Timmins pointed at a computer inside the Control Room.

            “Okay, thanks.” Reid thanked with a gentle smile as he walked to the computer.

            “Green, take a look at the ground floor and tell me the progress of the Russians.” Williams ordered.

            Green hurried out of the room whilst Morgan and Mendoza sat down on a table and looked at the servers around them. Williams looked at a vent shaft above him and heard chatters and rumbles.

            “I think they are coming through this way.” Williams pointed at the vent with his gun.

            “Really?” Reid typed on the computer and stood up.

            “Staff Sergeant, something’s not right. The sentry guns are going back underground.” Green reported on the RaidComm.

            “What?” Williams shouted back.

            “Defenses are offline. The Russians and the militia are advancing!” Green replied in horror.

            “Get out of there now!” Williams ordered.

            “There’s too many of them. Argh!” Green shouted as gunshots rang in the background.

            “Green, come in. Green!” Williams rushed to the computer for the defenses.

            Williams looked at the computer and saw the message “Defenses offline by manual controls”.

            “What did you do Reid?” Williams turned to look at Reid with a Lock 17 in his hand.

            Before Williams could react, Reid fired a round into Williams’ chest and took him down.

            “What the hell?” Timmins raised his M16 at Reid, but was taken out by Morgan as he fired three rounds into Timmins’ back.

            Timmins collapsed to the ground with a thud and Mendoza nudged the body with his boot.

            “Thanks.” Reid thanked.

            “I can’t believe we killed the marines.” Mendoza looked a bit shocked.

            “We did what we had to do.” Reid reasoned.

            Out of the corner of Reid’s eyes, Williams reached for a nearby Washington 870 he had put aside. Williams crawled to the shotgun and grabbed it. Reid saw the body of Williams moving and turned.

            “Die traitor!” Williams pressed the trigger and a barrage of pellets flung Reid a couple meters into the air.

            Mendoza quickly fired five rounds of his M16 at Williams based on instinct. Morgan rushed to the fallen Reid and noticed that most of the shotgun’s pellets had torn through Reid’s flak jacket.

            “Reid! Can you hear me?” Morgan waved his hand over Reid’s face.

            “Oh…my chest.” Reid coughed blood as he clutched his injured chest.

            “Hold on.” Morgan reached into his backpack for medication.

            “Take this Sergeant. You are in command now.” Reid handed his radio to Morgan.

            “LT.” Mendoza knelt beside his commanding officer.

            “Guess I won’t have my revenge.” Reid closed his eyes and passed out.

            Morgan took out a morphine needle and injected into Reid’s arm. Mendoza grabbed the radio from Morgan and turned it on.

            “We are clear.” Mendoza spoke on the radio in a solemn voice.

            “Good.” Dimitri replied.

            “We need a medic.” Mendoza requested.

            “Got it. We’ll be there in one minute.” Dimitri replied.

            Morgan threw the used needle aside and took out a pack of bandages and wrapped it around Reid’s chest tightly. Suddenly, a group of soldiers rushed into the room and Dimitri walked from behind. Mendoza stood up to greet the Russians.

            “Medic here!” Mendoza shouted.

            “Thank you Mendoza.” Dimitri pulled out his Luger and shot Mendoza in the face.

            Morgan realized the act of betrayal and quickly spun around to shoot Dimitri, but was intercepted by Nikolai as he had already trained his AK47 at his head. Nikolai fired two rounds and struck Morgan in the neck and face. Blood spattered across the room and painted the servers with a hint of red. Morgan’s eyes were wide open as he collapsed to the ground. The gun clattered on the ground and Morgan fell on top of Reid.

            “What about the Lieutenant?” Nikolai pointed at the unconscious marine with his AK47.

            “Leave him be. We’ll let him bleed out.” Dimitri smiled in triumph.

            “What’s next sir?” Nikolai asked.

            “Let’s go underground and claim what’s rightfully ours.” Dimitri pointed at the room beside him.

            “Got it.” Nikolai nodded and waved a squad of militia to follow him.

            “Take as many men as you need to get the job done Sergeant. I’ll be waiting up here.” Dimitri walked out with Nikolai to the room adjacent to them.

            The soldiers walked into the room and noticed a section of the wall had slid open revealing a small room.

            “There.” Dimitri pointed with his Luger.

            Nikolai walked into the room with two squads following him. He looked at the elevator and pressed the button. After a few minutes, the hum of the elevator could be heard as it moved up the shaft.

            “Get ready.” Nikolai commanded as he trained his AK47 at the elevator doors.

            The doors slowly slid open and revealed nothing. Nikolai walked inside and the soldiers all squeezed in. Dimitri walked in front of the elevator and saluted Nikolai.

            “Sir.” Nikolai saluted back and pressed the elevator button down.

            The doors slid down and the elevator descended. Dimitri looked at some soldiers beside him and pointed at the room for them to guard.

            “Yes sir.” one soldier nodded and stood his ground beside the elevator doors.

Reygi, Kandahar, Afghanistan

Secronom Research Facility

April 21, 2001

2045 Local Time

            Zyrok dodged to the side as the multi-limbed zombie flew at him. A couple of limbs hit the door frame and snapped loudly. Schmidt and Nevarez unleashed a torrent of bullets into the zombie. The zombie attempted to snatch at Zyrok, but Zyrok was more agile. He jumped on top of the zombie and fired two rounds into the back of its head. As the marines finished the zombie, guns firing down the dark hallways echoed towards them.

            “Let’s go!” Zyrok commanded as he pointed at the dark halls with his flashlight.

            A figure ran past Zyrok’s flashlight and Zyrok fired one shot in the general direction.

            “Zyrok, this is 2-3. We have a man down. We’re holed up with Forester’s team in Room 5503.” May reported on the RaidComm with some frustration.

            Zyrok looked at a door beside him and saw a “Room 5530” sign on the wall beside the access panel.

            “Shit.” Schmidt looked at the sign.

            “We’re at least twenty rooms away.” Nevarez groaned.

            “Leg it!” Zyrok hustled.

            The three marines continued down the hallways when they came across a mob of zombies in the middle of the hall. Schmidt’s flashlight got a glimpse of the mob as he halted to a stop. The mob consisted of scientist and security guard zombies, but at the back on the ceiling were at least five multi-limbed zombies.

            “Run!” Zyrok turned around as he noticed the zombies growling at them.

            The marines turned around and ran back as fast as they could. They could hear the thundering of footsteps running behind them.

            “There!” Zyrok pointed at a small corridor to their left.

            Zyrok and his marines made a mad dash left and noticed the corridor they ran in was some sort of service corridor. Various pipes hung from the ceiling snaking room to room. Some were so rusted that water was leaking onto the ground creating small puddles.

            “Keep running down.” Zyrok pointed down the hallway as he splashed water onto the walls when he stepped on the puddles.

*          *          *

            “We have to make a run for the stairs. They are approximately three to four rooms left of here.” May suggested as she fired her M16 at some zombies entering the room.

            “Not like this. We have to carry Casey out of here.” Forester looked at Casey with a gash to his chest.

            “I’ll take care of Sarge.” Taylor knelt beside Casey and applied bandages to his wound.

            “I’m going to turn into one of them aren’t I?” Casey coughed.

            “Casey, I’ve got the nanite technology back at Base. We’ll get you the help.” Forester assured.

            “Alright marines, get ready to book it out of here.” May shouted as she reloaded her gun.

            “Ready Private?” Robertson smiled as he picked up Casey’s Sega-20.

            “You bet.” Christopher nodded.

            “Okay, on the count of three, we go. Forester, you and Taylor take Casey out as Robertson clears the way. Christopher and I will get your back.” May briefed.

            “Where’s Frederick’s team?” Christopher asked.

            “No time to ask. Let’s move in three…two…one…go!” May shouted.

            Robertson charged out of the room and pumped two shotgun rounds into a zombie. Forester bashed a zombie with Robertson’s M16 and waved at Taylor. Taylor carried Casey on his back and moved slowly out of the room.

            “Cover!” May shouted as she laid a heavy suppressive fire for Taylor’s retreat.

            Robertson continued blasting away any zombies blocking his path with his shotgun firing only when needed. May and Christopher continued shooting at many multi-limbed zombies headed their way. Forester fired a couple rounds to take out zombies beside Robertson and turned occasionally to assist with May and Christopher as she fired a few bursts at the crowd. Once Robertson reached the stairwell, he pushed the doors open and waved at the remaining marines making their way to him.

            “Come on!” Robertson hollered while quickly reloading his shotgun.

            Forester ran into the stairwell and got into position. As Taylor slowly made his way to the stairwell with Casey on his back, May and Christopher were having difficulties holding the line. Robertson looked at his shotgun and then looked at May and Christopher struggling to get back to the stairwell quickly. Robertson knew he had to take one for the team and divert the zombies. He rushed out the stairwell with the Sega-20 and tapped May on the back.

            “Run to the stairwell! All of you!” Robertson hollered.

            May nodded in appreciation and turned back. Robertson fired a barrage of pellets into the horde and knew he had to buy his team the time.

            “Go Christopher.” Robertson shouted.

            “Get back to us quickly.” Christopher replied as he ran back.

            Robertson looked at the mob of zombies and fired two rounds. He quickly turned around and ran towards the stairwell.

            “The stairwell doors won’t hold.” Robertson thought as he approached the doors.

            “Get in!” May fired a couple of shots.

            “No, the door won’t hold. I’m going to buy you some time. It was an honor!” Robertson replied with a saluted as he forcefully pushed the marines into the stairwell and closed the door shut as he walked out. Seeing his shotgun was out of ammo, he wedged it against the door handle and turned to meet the zombies.

            “Come and get me!” Robertson yelled on top of his lungs as he pulled out his Lock 17 sidearm.

            Robertson quickly dashed to the left continuing down the hall only firing a couple of shots behind him. As he expected, all of the zombies turned to chase him and was no longer going for the stairwell. One multi-limbed zombie flung itself from the ceiling at Robertson and knocked the marine down.

            “Eat lead!” Robertson punched the zombie’s head and fired four rounds into its face.

            The zombie collapsed to the ground and Robertson quickly got onto his feet.

            “Robertson, you copy?” Forester spoke on the RaidComm.

            Robertson ran into an open room and slammed the door shut. He panted and reloaded his pistol. Just as he was about to respond back on the RaidComm, he heard a deep growl behind him. His carelessness made him forget to check the room. As he turned slowly in horror, a multi-limbed zombie jumped on him and tore his armor off.

            “Argh! Ah!” Robertson screamed on the RaidComm as the zombie bit his chest and ripped out his internals.

            A pool of blood formed around Robertson’s body as the zombie munched on the marine. Robertson’s cracked helmet was a couple meters away from him covered in blood.

            “Roberson! Come in Robertson!” Forester’s voice came out of the helmet.

            The zombie turned its head to the helmet and growled.

            “Do you copy? Robertson?” Forester spoke on the RaidComm.

           The zombie smashed two limbs at the helmet thinking it was a prey. The helmet caved in and pieces flew everywhere. The zombie found no flesh and returned to feast on Robertson.

UNSCDF2 Chapter 32- Offensive Strike

Reygi, Kandahar, Afghanistan

Secronom Research Facility

April 21, 2001

1705 Local Time

            “The vents.” Frederick pointed at an open vent shaft inside the room marked “Controls”.

            “The Russians went out this way.” May spoke to Zyrok.

            “And…?” Zyrok raised an eyebrow.

            “Well, we found a secret room.” Cookson replied.

            “Tell me.” Zyrok pulled out his maps.

            “It’s not on the map.” Frederick pointed at the map.

            “It looks like a thick wall. I was under the impression that the walls were thick to protect the Control Room from explosions.” Zyrok studied the map.

            “So did we.” May replied.

            “What do we have?” Zyrok pointed at the vent.

            “A small room with an elevator and possibly a new entrance other than the vent to get there.” Cookson reported.

            “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get going.” Zyrok hustled.

            “We’re waiting for you.” Frederick joked.

            “Williams and Green, go to the other side of the wall and await instructions.” Zyrok pointed at his map adjacent to the Control Room.

            “Yes sir.” Williams replied.

            “Frederick, Cookson, Taylor and I will enter the vents. The rest of you stay here.” Zyrok directed.

            “Copy.” Casey nodded.

            Cookson readied his M16 and was the first to crawl into the vent with Frederick following behind.

            “After you.” Zyrok waved for Taylor to go first.

            Once Taylor got in the vent, Zyrok turned his head back to look at the remaining marines and then crawled inside the vent. The vent was a tight squeeze as Zyrok and the marines pushed through.  After Zyrok climbed out of the vent, he noticed a small room with an elevator.

            “Williams, we’re in position. How about you?” Zyrok looked at his map and then tapped on the wall adjacent to the elevator. 
            “Captain, we’re all set and awaiting your orders.” Williams replied.

            “Ok, according to the map, and relative location…you should be here.” Zyrok looked at his map and then tapped on the wall adjacent to the elevator.

              “I don’t see anything.” Frederick examined.

            “Williams, tell me what you see in your room.” Zyrok spoke on the RaidComm.

            “I see computers, cabinets, and chairs.” Williams answered.

            “How about the walls?” Zyrok questioned.

            “Nothing, except a picture frame of the Secronom Inc. logo.” Williams replied.

            “Hmm…see if there’s anything behind that picture frame.” Zyrok wondered.

            “Hold on.” Williams answered.

            Suddenly the wall adjacent to the elevator slid open and Williams was standing at the end of the room with his hand on a button behind the picture frame.

            “That worked.” Green laughed.

            “Nice job gentlemen.” Zyrok congratulated the two marines.

            “Thanks.” Williams and Green replied in unison.

            “Now let’s see where this elevator takes us. Casey, bring the rest of the marines over here.” Zyrok pressed the single button on the access panel and spoke on the RaidComm.

            The marines stood patiently with their guns pointed at the closed elevators doors. After three minutes, the elevator doors opened and it was empty.

            “It’s almost as big as a freight elevator.” Robertson exclaimed as he walked in with the other marines.

            “Forester, this is Zyrok. We have reached a room where it appears to take us deeper underground.” Zyrok looked at the elevator buttons marked “B3” and “B50” and spoke on the RaidComm.

            “Zyrok, where are you guys at?” Forester replied.

            “Next to the Control Room. We found a main entrance to the hidden room.” Zyrok answered.

            “Copy, any signs of the Russians?” Forester asked.

            “No, not yet.” Zyrok responded.

            “Okay, I’ll bring the whole squad there. Give us a few minutes.” Forester requested.

            “Alright.” Zyrok responded with hesitation.

            “Someone’s got to watch the building while we head down.” Frederick looked around.

            “I’ll do it LT.” Williams volunteered.

            “I’ll stay with you Staff Sergeant.” Green replied.

            “Anyone else?” Zyrok asked.

            “I don’t mind Captain.” Timmins stepped forward.

            “Then it’s settled. The three of you guard the building while the rest of us head down.” Zyrok concluded.

            Zyrok checked his ammunition as he waited for Forester’s team to arrive. Frederick slid the magazine out of her SA80 and glanced at it briefly before placing it back. In a minute, Forester jogged into the room with marines.

            “All set?” Forester breathed heavily.

            “Yup.” Zyrok nodded.

            “Let’s go.” Forester waved at the marines to get inside the elevator as she stepped inside.

            Zyrok was the last to step inside the elevator. He looked at Williams, Green, and Timmins and nodded an appreciation for them staying behind.

            “See you soon.” Williams waved farewell as Zyrok closed the elevator doors.

            “Yeah.” Zyrok replied just in time as the doors slid shut.

            “Going down.” the elevator announced.

            The elevator descended slowly at first and then began to pick up speed as it continued down. Zyrok looked at his feet and then looked at the marines. Everybody seemed focused and excited about the new discovery of an underground level. As the elevator reached B50, the descent rate reduced and the elevator slowly came to a stop.

            “B50.” the elevator announced.

            The marines pointed their guns at the doors as the elevator doors slid open. In front of the elevator was a short walk before coming across a giant blast door.

            “Move out.” Frederick commanded.

            The marines quickly filed out of the elevator in an organized manner. As the marines slowly reached the blast door, Zyrok noticed the door was a quarter open. On the other side of the door was total darkness.

            “Russians got through here.” Taylor pointed at the access panel with wires hanging out.

            “Let’s make sure we beat the Russians in finding what we’re looking for.” Frederick turned the flashlight on her gun on.

Erazi, Kandahar, Afghanistan

Russian Communications Outpost

April 21, 2001

1710 Local Time

            “It is official now, the UNSC has found something.” Dimitri clapped his hands as he read a log of the RaidComm.

            “Sir, are we going there now?” Timothy asked.

            “Yes, Nikolai send out all of the militia forces to Reygi and capture the UNSC camp.” Dimitri commanded.

            “Yes sir.” Nikolai nodded and ran out of the room.

            Timothy grabbed his jacket from his chair and stood up to stretch.

            “Thanks for your help gentlemen.” Dimitri thanked and quickly pulled out his Luger sidearm.

            Everything happened so fast that it became a blur. Dimitri popped two rounds into Timothy’s chest and then turned the gun towards Miller. Timothy collapsed to the ground while Miller jumped from his seat.

            “Wait…wait!” Miller exclaimed in horror.

            Bang! Dimitri fired a round into Miller’s forehead instantly killing him. As Dimitri walked to Timothy, he noticed that the marine was still alive on the ground.

            “Why…?” Timothy coughed blood as he clutched his chest.

            “Sergei’s orders. It’s not personal…it’s just business.” Dimitri looked at the marine with an expressionless face.

            With that, Dimitri fired another round into Timothy, only this time shooting him in the head ending his life.

            “Get these bodies out.” Dimitri waved at two militia standing ground beside the entrance.

            As Dimitri walked out of the room, the two militia walked past him and began to clean up the mess.

            “All done sir.” Nikolai ran back with news.

            “Good.” Dimitri patted Nikolai on the shoulder.

            “What happened to the marines?” Nikolai noticed the two marines’ bodies carried out of the room.

            “Business.” Dimitri answered.

            “I see.” Nikolai’s voice trailed off unsure of what to say.

            “Let’s get going. We got a camp to capture.” Dimitri hustled.

*          *          *

            Reid sat down in his desk looking at some UNSC filed. Mendoza rushed beside him with a panicked look.

            “LT!” Mendoza gasped for air.

            “What is it?” Reid asked.

            “Russians! A lot of soldiers are on the way here.” Mendoza reported.

            “What? How?” Reid jumped up from his seat.

            “RaidComm.” Mendoza answered quickly.

            “Oh right. Let them know we’re here alone.” Reid walked to a desk with a microphone.

            “This is Lieutenant Reid with Morgan and Mendoza at the UNSC camp. Russian forces are inbound towards our location. Request reinforcements. Repeat, request reinforcements.” Reid broadcasted on the RaidComm.

            “Lieutenant Reid, this is Base. We hear you, but we can not assist. All the squads have moved to the Secronom facility.” Sears replied back.

            “Reid, Williams here. Echo and Jackal Squadron have gone underground and we are unable to contact them. I recommend you fall back to the research facility where your marines and the rest of us defend.” Williams suggested on the RaidComm.

            “They breached the perimeter.” Morgan rushed into the room.

            “No can do Williams, they’ve breached the perimeter. It’s last stand now.” Reid spoke with a worried face on the microphone.

            “Good luck Lieutenant, it was an honor meeting you.” Williams replied with sadness.

            As Reid was about to reply, five militia rushed into the room and pointed their guns. One Russian soldier rushed into the room and fired at the computer destroying the communications.

            “Freeze!” the Russian soldier pointed his USP at Reid.

            “Where’s Dimitri?” Reid held his hands in the air.

            The Russian soldier paused for a moment and pulled out his radio.

            “Dimitri, this is Nikolai. One UNSC marine wants to see you.” the Russian soldier spoke on the radio.

            “Tell Dimitri it’s Reid and his marines.” Reid urged.

            “Reid is looking for you.” Nikolai added as he spoke on the radio.

            “Well…well…well.” Dimitri walked into the room with two militia soldiers behind him.

            “Dimitri, nice to see you.” Reid greeted.

            “Nikolai, it’s okay. Lower the guns.” Dimitri commanded.

            Nikolai nodded and waved at the militia to leave the room.

            “What’s going on now? Are we striking?” Morgan breathed relief.

            “Yeah, it’s time to finish our operation.” Dimitri smiled.

            “Where are Timothy and Miller?” Reid looked around.

            “They are at the communications outpost assisting with all RaidComm transmissions.” Dimitri lied.

            “Oh, okay.” Reid said with some disappointment.

            “Now let’s put your double agent cover to its use.” Dimitri smiled evilly.

            “What do you mean?” Reid stared blankly.

            “Williams know the Russians are here, but he doesn’t know if you survived. You will take Morgan and Mendoza with you and enter the facility first. When they least expect it, kill them.” Dimitri pounded the desk beside him.

            “Ok, I’m not sure how many marines are with him.” Reid replied.

            “That’s alright. We’ll engage them once you’re in position. While they are busy fighting, shoot them in the back to make our job easier.” Dimitri reassured and tossed Reid his radio.

            Reid looked at the radio and turned it on.

            “Turn it on only when you need to use it. That’s our cue.” Dimitri explained.

            “Alright.” Reid nodded and turned the radio off.

            “We’ll give you a ten minute head start to get there.” Dimitri pointed at the doors.

            “Yes sir.” Reid acknowledged and ran off with Morgan and Mendoza.

            “These ex UNSC marines are so useful and…disposable.” Dimitri laughed.

            “I agree with you sir.” Nikolai spoke his mind.

            “Remind me to thank Sergei once this operation is done.” Dimitri requested.

            “Will do.” Nikolai nodded.

            “Let’s rally the troops before we attack the remaining marines holed up in the facility.” Dimitri walked out of the room.

            “Got it.” Nikolai waved at the soldiers standing guard by the doors.

            Nikolai stood next to the microphone and knocked it over. He smiled in satisfaction and stormed out of the room to rally the soldiers for the offensive strike.