UNSCDF2 Chapter 16- Retaliation

Downtown Kandahar, Kandahar, Afghanistan

Mirwais Nikka Hospital

April 17, 2001

1400 Local Time

            Casey held his Sega-20 firmly as he followed closely behind Schmidt as he took point. The two marines were sent by Zyrok to scout ahead as the team noticed a black sedan drive down the streets.

            “Think it’s the Russians?” Schmidt panned his M16.

            “Well it ain’t the zombies.” Casey joked.

            “What I meant was if it was either the Russians or the local militia?” Schmidt clarified.

            “Doesn’t matter. They work together anyways.” Casey crouched down as he saw a soldier walking past them.

            “Why can’t this mission be any easier? It’s a wild goose chase finding a secret base and now we also got to fight a formidable opponent.” Schmidt complained.

            “Would you rather fight a Titan or a Wraith?” Casey asked.

            “I don’t know. One has power while the other has numbers.” Schmidt scratched his head.

            “Look!” Casey pointed as he saw two soldiers dressed in UNSC combat gear carrying two boxes from a building.

            “Are they one of us?” Schmidt studied.

            “They got the same attire, but I don’t recognize any of their faces.” Casey examined.

            “Hostages?” Schmidt asked.

            “Can’t tell, they seem to have mobility and freedom.” Casey looked around.

            “Let’s notify Zyrok, he’ll know what to do.” Schmidt suggested.

            “I agree.” Casey nodded.

            “Captain Zyrok, Schmidt and Casey here. We are seeing some sort of base or camp three blocks from your position.” Schmidt spoke on the RaidComm.

            “Copy Schmidt, how many hostiles?” Zyrok asked.

            “Sir, we are also seeing UNSC marines at this base.” Schmidt looked as one UNSC marine entered a building.

            “Wait, UNSC?” Zyrok asked.

            “That’s correct Captain, they have our uniform.” Casey interrupted.

            “Hostages?” Zyrok questioned.

            Suddenly an alarm blared from the base and twenty militia rushed out from a building. Casey noticed an old man directing troops to spread out.

            “Dimitri…” Casey muttered.

            “Zyrok, we’ve got company. I think they spotted us.” Schmidt spoke on the RaidComm as ten soldiers ran towards their location.

            “Get out of there now. That’s an order!” Zyrok shouted.

            “Aye sir.” Schmidt replied.

            The two marines ran out of cover and ran down the streets as fast as they could. Casey could hear the distant footsteps pacing behind them as he and Schmidt ran forward without looking back. Suddenly, a series of gunshots echoed down the streets.

            “Take cover!” Casey shouted as he heard bullets whiz past him.

            Schmidt jumped over a garbage can and slid to a wall while Casey took cover behind a car.

            “We got to keep moving or we’ll be cornered.” Casey hollered.

           “Alright, cover!” Schmidt got out of his cover and laid down a light suppressive fire to the soldiers chasing after them.

            Casey stood up and ran to another car a couple of meters in front of him. He crouched to take cover and readied his gun.

            “Cover!” Casey stood up and placed his shotgun on the hood of the car.

            Schmidt shouldered his gun and began to run to his next cover whilst Casey was pumping his shotgun furiously at the soldiers attempting to shoot at Schmidt.

            “Got one!” Casey exclaimed as he took one soldier down.

            “We can’t keep this up. We’re getting low on ammo.” Schmidt aimed and fired.

            “Zyrok, this is Casey. We’re two blocks away from your location. Request immediate backup.” Casey spoke on the RaidComm.

            “Copy, Warthogs on the way. Hold tight.” Zyrok replied.

            Casey looked at his watch and then waved at Schmidt.

            “Next cover, move.” Casey got out of his cover and laid a heavy suppressive fire.

            “Die!” Schmidt fired twice before shouldering his weapon to sprint.

Downtown Kandahar, Kandahar, Afghanistan

Mirwais Nikka Hospital

April 17, 2001

1515 Local Time

            “Dimitri, we got them pinned.” Reid reported to Dimitri as he listened to the RaidComm transmissions.

            “Get the RPGS, we’ll blow their Warthogs up.” Dimitri ordered a nearby Russian soldier.

            “Yes sir.” the man nodded and waved a group of militia.

            “So Lieutenant Reid, how does it feel to kill your own kind?” Dimitri smiled.

            “Nothing, I am no longer them.” Reid replied with a blank face.

            “I must say, your team’s work here is very impressive. Sooner of later, the UNSC force here will be all wiped out at this rate.” Dimitri pointed at the transmitter.

            “Thank you.” Reid smiled.

            “After today’s victory, you guys can get some rest.” Dimitri sat down on a chair.

            “Sir, your men are taking heavy fire.” Timothy reported from a nearby computer.

            “Warthogs?” Dimitri asked.

            “Yes sir.” Timothy nodded.

            “Don’t worry. RPGs are on the way to blow them up.” Dimitri laughed.

            “And blow their morale.” Reid added.

            “Of course, that’s what we do best.” Dimitri clapped his hands.

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            “Rescue!” Schmidt exclaimed as two Warthogs armed with turrets rolled down the streets and fired at the militia.

            “Move!” Nevarez hollered from the driver’s seat.

            “Let’s go!” Casey waved at Schmidt as the two Warthogs laid down a heavy rain of fire.

            Schmidt and Casey ran to the nearest Warthog as Nevarez honked the horn rapidly while Zyrok was firing from its turret.

            “RPG! Get out!” Zyrok shouted as two RPGs flew towards their Warthog.

            Casey and Schmidt ducked behind cover while Nevarez and Zyrok jumped out of their Warthog just in time as the RPGs struck the Warthog. The explosion flung Zyrok and Nevarez a few meters into the air. Zyrok pulled himself up dizzily as he felt blood trickle down his face. His ears were ringing from the blast and he saw distorted figures followed by muffled gunshots. A figure ran towards him and shook him.

            “Zyrok, you alright?” Casey waved his hands in front of Zyrok’s eyes.

            “Huh?” Zyrok replied partially in shock.

            “Orders sir?” Casey looked at Zyrok.

            Zyrok watched as his marines fired at the militia and then snapped back to reality.

            “Get the Warthog moving. Stationary targets are too easy for RPGs.” Zyrok commanded.

            “Move it!” Casey shouted to Taylor driving the other Warthog.

            “Retreat back to the troop transport Warthog while the last Warthog covers us.” Zyrok waved.

            “Go! Go! Go!” Casey hustled.

            Taylor drove the Warthog back and forth while Pruett fired from the turret.

            “It’s overheating!” Pruett exclaimed.

            “Use short controlled bursts.” Taylor turned the Warthog and blocked some bullets with its hood as the militia attempted to shoot Pruett down.

            “Double time marines!” Zyrok shouted as he wiped blood from his face and spat dirt onto the ground.

            “You heard the Captain marines! Get a move on it!” Casey hollered as he reloaded his shotgun.

UNSCDF Chapter 48- High Command

Seattle, Washington, USA

UNSC Seattle Outpost

March 30, 2001

1850 Local Time

        After half an hour of wallowing in despair, Zyrok came to his senses. He remembered the conversation he had with Casey and Hawkes and reminded himself that he was Zyrok. Zyrok figured he might give it a try with Forester. If it doesn’t work out, he would still have the purpose to find Sarah. Zyrok walked to Forester’s office and saw her locking the door.

            “Hi.” Zyrok greeted.

            “Zyrok.” Forester smiled.

            Zyrok smiled back as Forester handed him a folder.

            “Follow me. We’ll discuss this report once we’re at High Command.” Forester waved at Zyrok to follow.

            “Oh, okay.” Zyrok examined the folder and followed Forester.

         The pair exited the building and walked to a heavily guarded building. Two sergeants greeted Forester and asked for Zyrok’s High Command badge.

            “Captain Zyrok is with me.” Forester explained.

            The sergeants nodded and allowed Zyrok to enter the building. Forester swiped her UNSC ID badge on an access panel and looked into a retinal scanner.

            “Welcome Lieutenant Forester.” the computer spoke and the metal door slid open.

            “Come on in Zyrok.” Forester waved as she stepped inside.

            Zyrok huddled inside as the door slid shut. Zyrok was amazed with what he saw inside the building as he followed Forester. There were scientists testing with colorful chemicals and engineers designing new body armor. It was Zyrok’s first time in a High Command facility and it was exactly what he had imagined it to be.

“Come on Zyrok.” Forester called as she realized Zyrok had stopped to observe a laboratory.

            “Oh, right.” Zyrok snapped out of his thought and jogged up beside Forester.

            “There will be plenty of time to see the facilities once we talk about that.” Forester pointed at the folder she gave to Zyrok.

            “What is this?” Zyrok glanced at the folder.

            “We’ll talk as we eat.” Forester took Zyrok to the cafeteria.

            As Zyrok entered, he noticed the tables organized in groups. One was the scientists in their white lab coats and the other was UNSC High Command officers.

            “Grab a seat Zyrok. I’ll get you your food.” Forester pointed at an empty table.

            “Okay.” Zyrok nodded and quickly sat down.

            After a few minutes of waiting, Forester approached Zyrok with two trays of food.

            “Would you prefer caviar with cooked potatoes or fresh vegetables with mixed nuts?” Forester placed the trays in front of Zyrok.

            “What do you want?” Zyrok looked at Forester.

            “Don’t worry about me, I get these daily. Choose one.” Forester laughed.

            “I’ll take the fresh vegetables. I haven’t had something fresh for a while.” Zyrok smiled and pulled the fresh vegetables tray in front of him.

            “Sure.” Forester smiled and took the other tray.

            “So about the folder…” Zyrok placed the folder on the table as Forester sat down.

            “Okay, this report talks in detail about the new zombies we had encountered.” Forester opened the folder.

            “Okay…” Zyrok munched on the lettuce.

            “The two-headed zombie that screamed and brought a horde over is now called the Siren. Remember the zombie with the tentacles?” Forester asked.

            “The one that took out our Pelican?” Zyrok asked.

            “Yeah, that one appeared to be another boss zombie similar to the Titan. The tentacle boss is now called the Wraith. The smaller size version is referred as the Tendril.” Forester explained as she flipped over some pages in the folder.

            “These new special zombies are getting harder to kill by the minute.” Zyrok commented.

            “It appears that the radiation from the nuclear plant meltdown has accelerated and mutated the virus.” Forester added.

            “Go figure.” Zyrok watched as Forester ate her caviar.

            “Hence, we are seeing different strains of the virus.” Forester continued to explain the report.

            “This could mean we might lose the war with the sudden shift of firepower the zombies have.” Zyrok concluded.

            “Exactly. As you remember, we already lost a Relief Center. The aggressiveness of the zombies combined with the boss could lead to the decimation of UNSC troops within a few years.” Forester nodded in agreement.

            “So what does High Command have in mind?” Zyrok asked.

            “My level of clearance doesn’t go that high. What I do know is that High Command is onto something big…” Forester’s voice trailed off as a tall man with a beard approached Forester.

            “Sir!” Forester stood up and saluted.

            Zyrok quickly stood up and saluted the man.

            “I assume that’s Zyrok you talk about in your report?” the man looked at Zyrok’s name stenciled on his shirt.

            “Yes sir.” Forester nodded.

            “Colonel Victor Black.” the man stuck out his hand.

            “Captain Zyrok, sir.” Zyrok shook Black’s hand firmly.

            “I’ve heard a lot of praise for you.” Black glanced at Forester.

            “Oh really, sir?” Zyrok asked.

            “Yeah, being Forester’s commanding officer for three years, the both of you have brought so much valuable Intel for the High Command.” Black smiled.

            “It’s nothing.” Zyrok smiled.

            “Your efforts are greatly appreciated. I’ll see you soon later tonight.” Black thanked and walked off.

            Forester and Zyrok sat down and watched Black leave the cafeteria.

            “What did he mean that he was going to see me later tonight?” Zyrok asked out of confusion.

            “Oh, I wasn’t finished.” Forester tapped the folder.

            “Continue, please.” Zyrok urged.

            “As Colonel Black mentioned, we make quite a team.” Forester smiled.

            “And…” Zyrok laughed nervously.

            “Well, the UNSC is onto something big…and we’re going to help them.” Forester spoke briskly.

            “How?” Zyrok was interested.

        “We’re going to search for a covert research facility that was abandoned by Secronom Inc.” Forester explained.

            “Secronom…the folks who started all of this mess. And where exactly is this facility located?” Zyrok rubbed his face in thought.

            “Intel from High Command points to Afghanistan.” Forester answered.

            “Afghanistan?” Zyrok almost spat out his food.

            “Yeah, the Middle East.” Forester laughed.

            “Why us? Isn’t there other marines that’s situated closer in the Middle East region?” Zyrok complained.

            “Well, we’ve got more combat experience with the special zombies. Nobody knows what Secronom might have in store for us when we enter their facility.” Forester replied.

            “Great…just great. As if I haven’t died enough times already…” Zyrok laughed sarcastically.

            “Don’t worry. We’ll be teaming up with a reconnaissance squad that’s situated down at the San Francisco Outpost.” Forester assured.

            “Okay…I can survive one hour longer than before…” Zyrok joked.

            Forester laughed at Zyrok’s joke and shook her head.

            “High Command will issue us some of their top gears to increase our survivability and performance.” Forester stated.

            “Okay. I will do it…” Zyrok wasn’t sure if he could say no.

            “Great. We’ll go see Colonel Black and depart with your marines to San Francisco.” Forester closed the folder.

            “Okay.” Zyrok nodded as he finished his food.

            “Sounds good. I’ll notify Jackal Squadron at the San Francisco Outpost to get prepared.” Forester finished her potatoes and stood up.

            “Let’s see the Colonel now.” Forester dumped the waste on her tray into a garbage bin.

            “Afghanistan…” Zyrok thought to himself quietly.
             Unsure of what would happen in the Middle East, Zyrok knew it was probably the only way to keep his mind busy. Perhaps he would find his true self over at Afghanistan or maybe confront his past and be at peace with it. Zyrok wasn't sure about his future. For now, it was his journey to find Sarah.