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"Gently! Gently!" I stressed from the copilot's seat. Matt deftly, if a little shakily, maneuvered the three-legged NF aircraft onto the landing pad. We touched down with a hard bump, but nothing looked damaged.
  
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"Well," Matt said brightly. "Who's up for dinner?"
  
  
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The engines roared as Matt pushed the ship to the fullest. The constant whine of the propulsion system was starting to  get on my nerves. I heard a clack as Whitney pulled the charging handle on the .50 cal in the back, loading a round into the chamber. We pulled over the lip of a ridge and the stabilizers screamed as Matt battled against the laws of nature. Before us lay rice fields with a small compound at the center, surrounded by a small village.
 
  
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"Wolf Pack pop smoke." I commanded
 
  
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Moments later a plume of Neon green smoke puffed up from the compound.
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After a standard debrief with the man in charge of Japan, General Harrison, we were told we had a week's rest before we went out on the next mission.  
  
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"That makes it easy" Matt said
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Me and the crew were relaxing in the 'Reaper's Lounge.'I figured the after-action report had gone well. Now we had 72 hours left of de-stressing before we dove right back in.
  
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I noticed it was surrounded by what looked like a hundred troops and some twenty vehicles. I tapped his shoulder and pointed to an Olympian Chinese Missile Tank.
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This entire part of the base was built specifically for the Reapers. We had our own Officer's quarters, lounge, armory, hangar, motor pool, triage, the works.  
  
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"Think again. Evasive maneuvers". I said
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Forrest, our head equipment techie, strode down to the lounge, our battle-damaged equipment in tow. He'd nearly had a fit when he'd seen what we'd done to our armor. He also wasn't happy that we hadn't been able to pull Trigger's holotags when we left. His body was still MIA and we were nervous about what Russians would do with it.  
  
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I was thrown against the wall on the right and then slid back into the hold as Matt pulled up to avoid being targeted. I grabbed a bar on the wall and pulled myself onto my feet just in time to see an Olympian missile whip right past the door. I literally could have leaned out and touched it.
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"So, any suggestions on the armoring?" Forrest asked, looking like he'd just sucked on a lemon.  
  
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"Cutting it close are we?" I asked.
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Matt winced in sympathy, grinning at the same time.  
  
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"Just adding to the adrenaline rush." Matt shot back merrily.
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"The joint plating seems to give first under high stress," I said from my chair. It was hard to look official when you're wrapped in a towel and have ice-cold drinks on hand. "I recommend higher density and larger shoulder, elbow, knee, and waist guards. And a neck plate." Our Scythe armor was a new thing, and there was always room for improvement. "And while you're at it, what kind of new and juicy weapons have you cooked up for us?"
  
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He leveled us out just over what looked like the main building, targeted the Missile Tank and launched a few rockets of his own. The Olympian burst open, spreading flaming debris all over the field and burning the surrounding soldiers.
 
  
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Whitney and Matt opened fire with everything we had. Spurts of water came up as Whitney moved the .50 sending men sprawling in the red-tinged water. Matt blew the front off an APC and Swiss-cheesed a Half-track. I fired a shoulder launched rocket and hit the underside of an SMK. It started spurting flames from the turret and the back but kept moving. It was obviously unmanned as it rolled right into the side of a Scorpion, knocking it over before finally exploding, fully taking the Scorpion and its counterpart with it.
 
  
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Whitney was dropping men like rocks. The confusion was taking effect. All the enemy knew was they had had the men surrounded when a ship flew in and started taking everyone down, and that they were in an open field with no hope of taking us down. We had surprise on our side and that had cost them dearly. A rocket exploded on the heavily armored front of the ship and flames rolled across the windshield and past the front. Some heat got into the hold scorching my armor.
 
  
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The ship rolled and shuddered from the explosion, and one wing caught fire. Matt banked sharply to throw off a radar lock or something, and that was when I decided I hated the laws of physics. The centrifugal force sucked me out of the open bay doors as Matt threw the ship into a tight turn to the left.
 
  
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''Hm. Possibly not good...'' I thought as I plummeted through the air. The rush of adrenaline spread all the way from my toes to the tips of my flailing arms.
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We had two days left of our rest before we had to head out again. I was still contemplating how we were going to blow up two battle ships, cripple and aircraft carrier, and all while capturing the North Korean Captain in charge of heading up the fleet. I looked out at the ocean and then our ship. It was then that I had a stroke of genius.  
  
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Luckily, we had had training for this sort of thing.  
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I walked out to the pad and looked at Forrest under the belly of our assault transport, called a 'Fury' after the mythological creatures in Greek mythology. He and his techies had painted it red and black, and put the Reapers insignia on the doors and the front. It was a skull and cross bones but instead of bones it had scythes. I grabbed his leg and pulled him out.  
  
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Unluckily, the training was meant to include a parachute.
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"Can you make this thing 'water friendly?'" I asked. "I have a few modifications for our bird." I said, handing him a quick schematics sheet that Matt had whipped up.  
  
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''This is gonna hurt slightly.'' I thought calmly.  
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Forrest glanced at the sheets of paper for a while. "It could be done. We'd have to reinforce virtually all the armor, joints, wings, cockpit... we'd have to remove the missiles. Or you'd have to fire them all before you went under. I'd have to waterproof everything, too. Hmm. Yeah, I could do it."
  
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I spread my arms and legs out wide, dropping my rifle and the launcher, and making sure my helmet was securely strapped on. The worst part was that I could do absolutely nothing to stop myself from falling. The pure panic that comes with rapidly accelarating through the air with nothing to slow you down was almost overwhelming.  
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"No idea what that means, but I take that as a yes." I said as Matt walked up beside me.  
  
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I fell through the ceiling of a building and ended up on the first floor, on what looked like the remains of a table. For a while I had no coherent thoughts, just the pain on my whole rear side of my body. I looked up through the 3 holes I had made. I was going to kill Matt.  
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"Why do I not like the way this sounds?" He asked.  
  
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The door was kicked in and two Russians ran in, hoping to set up shop. I rolled under a counter to avoid being seen, but the two Russians stopped and stared dumbly at the wreck. Then they craned their heads up at the sky, looking through the three holes in the roof with other startled soldiers looking down at them. That was when I struck; when their rifles were pointing down, their guard lowered.
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"Because nothing I do is safe." I replied
  
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I bounded over to the first one in one quick leap. From behind, I twisted his neck around, wincing at the sound of grating bones. As he fell I grabbed his assault rifle and peppered the other soldier with bullets even as he turned towards me.  
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"Oh no, those two are at it again." I heard Holly, Jess's temporary replacement, yell across the yard.  
  
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Then I was scavenging ammo quickly, grabbed a spare helmet, as mine had shattered in the fall, and raced out the back door as more Russians poured in.
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"We are all dead." Daniel, Triggers replacement called calmly.  
  
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I spun around the doorway into another room and threw myself to the ground as bullets tore through the thin wall. I got up and rolled into a crouch in the doorway sending a hail of bullets into the young soldier that had been sent first. I grabbed him and used him as a weapon, throwing him into two men behind him. I mowed down 3 more men that came at me next but my weapon ran out of ammo. I threw it into one of the men getting up and grabbed the other and bashed his head into the wall before pulling the pin on a grenade on his vest.
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"Yeah, Yeah, Now listen up. This is how its going to go." I said
  
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I turned and  ran out into the other room, running smack into another man. Where were they all coming from? I snapped his neck and caught a gun butt to the stomach. I keeled over and caught another to the back. I rolled under a third and knocked the man's legs out from under him. I pulled a knife from my boot and jammed it into his right lung, then whipped it across his neck. I cleaned it and put it up. I started to walk off when a man came from the other room. He was the partner of the man who I had blown up with his own grenade. He should have died too, but it seemed the explosion had just taken the mans left eye and part of his side. He leveled a grenade launcher right at my face.
 
  
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Oh yeah, I was murdering Matt.
 
  
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I rolled to the left and just missed the shot. I felt the explosion burn my armor and send a jagged piece of shrapnel across my back, leaving a deep trench in the plate. I sprinted across the room and tackled the man, letting my momentum carry us forward and through the wall. I sat atop him and was about to pull out my knife when I heard a creak and looked around. The building was practically destroyed from my violent brawl with the Russians. I saw something give and threw myself to the side through a window. The man was quickly crushed by the three story house.
 
  
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"Wolf, answer me dammit!" Rogue was yelling over the comm.
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We sat in the newly christened 'Apocalypse.' Holly had dropped out with Siren to hit the other two ships while we took the carrier and the target.  
  
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"As soon as this is over, I'm gonna kill you." I moaned from my place on the ground. The adrenaline started to dissapate a little and the pain in my back returned.
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"Hold on." Daniel said as he sealed the ship and nose dived into the water. We went through with barely a splash, thanks to Matt and Forest's engineering, but the G's thrust me back and into Matt. He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me upright, where I grabbed a handle. "Smooth." He whispered.  
  
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"Roger that. Wasn't my fault though. Did you see what that first missile did to the ship? If I hadn't spun like that, you would have lived to become a fiery ball of not-fun."
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The very latest in counter electronic warfare systems, designed by, you guessed it, Forest and his techies, prevented the enemy systems from pinging us with radar or sonar by absorbing the radio signals instead of letting them bounce back to the source. Underwater, thermal and infrared were virtual no-goes, but thermal insulating in the wall panels cut that stuff out anyways. We glided serenely right under the ship. The view out the reinforced front windshield was clouded and obscure, but a dark blue. We could just barely make out the hull of the ship.  
  
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"Just pick me up." I said. All the chit-chat was just a playful distraction to take my mind off of the fact that I had just fallen from 3,000 feet and taken out an entire house.
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"Hit it," I ordered.  
  
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Rogue, with a little wobbling of the wings, picked me up from the demolished house. As we picked back up into the air, I noticed the distinct lack of enemy AA fire. "What the hell did you do? Drop a nuke on them?" I asked.
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Daniel dropped the shield and pulled up just off the bow. The siren started screaming and men began to run towards cover. Rouge and I dropped out into the water. It was ice cold and just like hitting concrete. I shrugged off the discomfort and swam to the side of the ship with Rouge right behind me. I pulled out a rather large package and strapped it to the hull and swam a safe distance away.  
  
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"Uh, something like that. You know that extra C4? I'm sorry you missed the fireworks, but we sprinkled some of that along the front line. Nice effects."
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"You sure this is far enough away." Rouge asked nervously
  
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We picked up Wolf Pack. They started loading in when I noticed the flaming sword insignia marking them as British SpecOps (Special Operations) unit.
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"Yeah, trust me."
  
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"Bloody hell that was one helluvan' entrance" The leader broadcast over the team comm.
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"With you and explosives, there is no safe distance." he shot back
  
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"Jesus, no, its the bloody BRITS." Matt groaned over our private comm. I had to resist the urge to snicker.
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"True, but I cooked this bomb up myself." He still looked sceptical
  
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"Who are you boys?" The Brit asked in a heavy British accent.
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"Thats what scares me" He was cut off as the side of the ship blosomed into a cloud of dust, fire, and smoke. We were swept out and slammed back up against the ship.  
  
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"In the name of the queen." Matt joked. This time I couldn't help but laugh. I tried to play it off as a sneeze, but Matt noticed and went on.
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"See" He said
  
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"Tea and biscuits aye old bean." He continued
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"Let's just go." I growled. We climbed in through the gaping hole in the side, and clicked our comms. Daniel took off and began to blow up important pieces on the outside of the ship
  
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"Shut it. I'll check his teeth for you." I whispered. That shut him up but I saw him shaking with laughter.  
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I slammed a nearby door open catching a young Korean man no older than 19 in the face knocking him unconcious. I levele my S-B3 8 gauge shot gun, which made quick work of the other two men in the small hallway. Matt peeled off towards the engine room while I ran towards the hangar. I peeked around the corner I was behind. I could see the hangar and 3 guards.  
  
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"We are the first Death Angel squad to hit the fields. What happened to you guys?" I asked the Brits.
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I pulled the pin on a grenade, and counted to 3 to let it cook off in my hand. Leaning out and I tossed the grenade at the Koreans. It got to them a few seconds later and exploded in their faces blowing one's head open like a melon and throwing the other two into the wall. I walked up and checked the other two. One was missing most of his face but the other had escaped with only scratches and a mild concussion.  
  
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"We were going to hit a bridge and slow down the mechanized units of the NF. Intel told us that there was virtually no men in the area, but when we got to the bridge a whole mech Battalion was guarding it and another 4 battalions were heading across the bridge. Something's not right over there. Sat. photos showed nothing, then they pop up. Bloody Hell, mate, you ain't much older than 16. What's your rank?"
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I went in and put a bar in the opening mechanism to keep out visitors. I slung my shotgun over my shoulder and pulled out my side arm and a pack of C4. I began to sysematically strapped emposives to planes and supports. On the way to strap up the elevator the ship rocked throwing me into a young engineer. He put his side arm to my faceplate. No matter how well made if that was Russian made I was screwed. He pulled the trigger, but it wouldn't shoot. Yep Korean made. I slammed him up against a plane, cracking several of his ribs. I put my gun to the back of his head and splattered his brain all over the deck. I chucked the crappy pistol aside and finished up. I opened a team comm with my squadmates
  
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I drew myself to my full height, more or less 6 feet. "I am Major James Campbell of The United States Reaper Division, Team Echo." I said, activating my FOF transponder so he could confirm it. Checking his FOF, I realized that he was a Master Seargent, pay grade E8 out of 11 ranks, where as I was an officer, pay grade O4. Matt was O2, First Lieutenant, and the rest of the Reapers were O1, Second Lieutenant.  
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"Report." "Snow and I have taken down one ship and are boarding the other." Siren said "I have blown the shit out of everything vitally important. Its getting hot. Pulling out until extraction." Big Dog reported "I met some nice guards but I have a charge on some of the engines." Rouge said
  
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Which meant he was under my command. Sweet.
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"Rouge meet me at point 3 and we can move on the target." I said before closing the comm.  
  
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"As the ranking officer of this battlefield and with communications jammed so that contact with a higher rank is next to impossible, that means I call the shots." Several of the Brits didn't look too happy about taking orders from a kid, but Matt was impossibly smug over the comm.
 
  
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"Right now our priorities are to regroup with any other squads still alive out there and meet at a fallback point in order to coordinate for your extraction."
 
  
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The Master Seargent saluted, years of military discipline hiding his true expression, but even he had to ask, " 'Your extraction'? Don't you mean our?"
 
  
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I grinned. "No, Seargent. Once the Regs are outta the way, the Reapers are gonna party. I'm rerouting you to support division in charge of evac after our op is done."
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We met at the appointed room and continued on. I looked at the map Forrest had hacked from a Korean computer. "If we go this way we sould come to a stairway." I muttered "No the stairway was that way I think we are on level 3." Rouge said over my shoulder
  
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"Yes sir!"
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"No cause see the mess hall is that way." I said pointing to the sign "Then this is level 6" He said "No we just came from level 2, how can this be level 6" I said looking at the map. "is that the hangar?" Matt asked pointing to a room on the map "No that's the armory." I looked at the confusing map. I turned it, I turned it again, I flipped it over. I crumpled it up in a ball and threw it over my shoulder "You know what, we are going to wing it"  
  
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Rouge opened the door and I walked through. Shots started pinging off the wall and my armor. Matt slid around behind the door frame we had just come through but my only choice was to throw myself to the floor. My armor brushed off most of the shots but three lodged in my left shoulder and upper arm rendering it almost useless. I fired until my ammo ran out and rolled towards the wall. Matt continued the cover fire with his SMG and I used the break to get back into the room we had just come through. I noticed the door to my right open up and had no time to reload.
  
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I pulled my helmet off and scratched my head. The side of my helmet was burned and I had scorch marks on my right side. I looked at the rest of my armor. It was pretty scuffed up. I looked for my knife but couldn't find it. I realized where it was.
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I sprinted to the 3 suprised men. I slammed my foot into ones knee breaking it and spun slaming my elbow into anothers chest knocking his breath out. He bent over and I kneed him in the face breaking his nose. I deflected the last ones wrist as he tried to stick me. I grabbed his head and slammed it into the wall breaking his skull. The one with the broken knee brought his M20 up but I grabbed the barrel I slammed the stock into his stomach. I flicked out the new knife that Forrest had put in my guantlet and buried it in his sternum. He fell to the ground and I closed the door and broke the opening mechanism.  
  
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"Rouge, you owe me a knife." I said.  
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Matt had finished up his fight and threw me a Stim needle. "Next time you go first" I said as I injected it through the port in my chest and got back most of the control in my arm. We took the back stairs to the room where the target was being held and dispatched the guards. He took up position on one side of the door and I the other. On the count of three we tossed pulse grenades in the open door. I counted to five and heard a snap and a flash.  
  
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"You sound mad." he replied
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The grenades sent out a electronic field in the form of a pulse. It took out all electronics for a short time and the only thing protecting us was the bulkhead. We ran in and fired a few shots in the dark room killing all the extra people in the room. The target was no where to be seen and I swiveled around crazily to find her. I heard a crash and looked to my right as the lights came back on. Matt now lay on the ground with the target straddling his stomache and aiming her side arm at his chest. "Found her" He said. She was about to shoot when I flew across the room and pinned her to the wall.
  
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"Your very perceptive." I said sarcastically.
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We tied her hands behind her back and escorted her to the deck. The trip was uneventful and we were extracted without a problem. I looked back and pushed the button on the detonater. Fire blossomed from the side of the ship and the deck imploded into the hangar as the planes blew up. "Woa those are some fireworks." Matt said  
  
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"How bout I don't tell the girls about that time where-"  
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"Lets pick up the girls and get outta here." I told Daniel as he flew towards two crippled battle ships. We found the two swimming not far from the hole in the side of the one that hadn't completley sunk. I pulled Holly up and we strapped ourselves in. "Good work squad." I said
  
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"How bout we don't. It might be harmful to your health."
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"How did you end up tripping on the target?" I said
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"She was hiding behind a piece of pipeing, I came around, and she rolled out taking out my legs." He replied sheepishly
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I just grunted and turned to look at the sinking ships. It had gone off without a hitch. I just hope all our missions go like this. I looked at my squad as they ragged on Matt. Oh well danger and fighting were just part of the Angel family.
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"Wolf you might want to come look at this." Rouge said stiffly.
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I walked up to the cockpit to find out what had scared them. I gasped at what I saw. Before us lay an army of unreal proportions. The infantry alone could take japan and when added with the armored divisions, all of the free world would fall. How they could get this past our satalite, I had no idea.
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"We are so screwed." Siren said.
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"We have to tell Harrison." Rouge said.
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"We will. Even with the Angels we won't be able to hold this off." Daniel said.
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"Even so, the Death Angels will take as many Commie bastards as we can to give the rest of the world a chance to retaliate." I said turning to strap in.
  
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The rest was spent in quiet reflection on the last 5 days. We had crashed. Drove a truck through an enemy base and into a building. Blown up said building. Hijacked an enemy ship. Saved some SpecOps and all without losing but one man. We sure did some damage all by ourselves. I think the Angels had made a good entrance. But that was only the beginning. We were going to have to get better, stronger if we were to survive this war.
 
  
  
 
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"Gently! Gently!" I stressed from the copilot's seat. Matt deftly, if a little shakily, maneuvered the three-legged NF aircraft onto the landing pad. We touched down with a hard bump, but nothing looked damaged.

"Well," Matt said brightly. "Who's up for dinner?"



After a standard debrief with the man in charge of Japan, General Harrison, we were told we had a week's rest before we went out on the next mission.

Me and the crew were relaxing in the 'Reaper's Lounge.'I figured the after-action report had gone well. Now we had 72 hours left of de-stressing before we dove right back in.

This entire part of the base was built specifically for the Reapers. We had our own Officer's quarters, lounge, armory, hangar, motor pool, triage, the works.

Forrest, our head equipment techie, strode down to the lounge, our battle-damaged equipment in tow. He'd nearly had a fit when he'd seen what we'd done to our armor. He also wasn't happy that we hadn't been able to pull Trigger's holotags when we left. His body was still MIA and we were nervous about what Russians would do with it.

"So, any suggestions on the armoring?" Forrest asked, looking like he'd just sucked on a lemon.

Matt winced in sympathy, grinning at the same time.

"The joint plating seems to give first under high stress," I said from my chair. It was hard to look official when you're wrapped in a towel and have ice-cold drinks on hand. "I recommend higher density and larger shoulder, elbow, knee, and waist guards. And a neck plate." Our Scythe armor was a new thing, and there was always room for improvement. "And while you're at it, what kind of new and juicy weapons have you cooked up for us?"



We had two days left of our rest before we had to head out again. I was still contemplating how we were going to blow up two battle ships, cripple and aircraft carrier, and all while capturing the North Korean Captain in charge of heading up the fleet. I looked out at the ocean and then our ship. It was then that I had a stroke of genius.

I walked out to the pad and looked at Forrest under the belly of our assault transport, called a 'Fury' after the mythological creatures in Greek mythology. He and his techies had painted it red and black, and put the Reapers insignia on the doors and the front. It was a skull and cross bones but instead of bones it had scythes. I grabbed his leg and pulled him out.

"Can you make this thing 'water friendly?'" I asked. "I have a few modifications for our bird." I said, handing him a quick schematics sheet that Matt had whipped up.

Forrest glanced at the sheets of paper for a while. "It could be done. We'd have to reinforce virtually all the armor, joints, wings, cockpit... we'd have to remove the missiles. Or you'd have to fire them all before you went under. I'd have to waterproof everything, too. Hmm. Yeah, I could do it."

"No idea what that means, but I take that as a yes." I said as Matt walked up beside me.

"Why do I not like the way this sounds?" He asked.

"Because nothing I do is safe." I replied

"Oh no, those two are at it again." I heard Holly, Jess's temporary replacement, yell across the yard.

"We are all dead." Daniel, Triggers replacement called calmly.

"Yeah, Yeah, Now listen up. This is how its going to go." I said



We sat in the newly christened 'Apocalypse.' Holly had dropped out with Siren to hit the other two ships while we took the carrier and the target.

"Hold on." Daniel said as he sealed the ship and nose dived into the water. We went through with barely a splash, thanks to Matt and Forest's engineering, but the G's thrust me back and into Matt. He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me upright, where I grabbed a handle. "Smooth." He whispered.

The very latest in counter electronic warfare systems, designed by, you guessed it, Forest and his techies, prevented the enemy systems from pinging us with radar or sonar by absorbing the radio signals instead of letting them bounce back to the source. Underwater, thermal and infrared were virtual no-goes, but thermal insulating in the wall panels cut that stuff out anyways. We glided serenely right under the ship. The view out the reinforced front windshield was clouded and obscure, but a dark blue. We could just barely make out the hull of the ship.

"Hit it," I ordered.

Daniel dropped the shield and pulled up just off the bow. The siren started screaming and men began to run towards cover. Rouge and I dropped out into the water. It was ice cold and just like hitting concrete. I shrugged off the discomfort and swam to the side of the ship with Rouge right behind me. I pulled out a rather large package and strapped it to the hull and swam a safe distance away.

"You sure this is far enough away." Rouge asked nervously

"Yeah, trust me."

"With you and explosives, there is no safe distance." he shot back

"True, but I cooked this bomb up myself." He still looked sceptical

"Thats what scares me" He was cut off as the side of the ship blosomed into a cloud of dust, fire, and smoke. We were swept out and slammed back up against the ship.

"See" He said

"Let's just go." I growled. We climbed in through the gaping hole in the side, and clicked our comms. Daniel took off and began to blow up important pieces on the outside of the ship

I slammed a nearby door open catching a young Korean man no older than 19 in the face knocking him unconcious. I levele my S-B3 8 gauge shot gun, which made quick work of the other two men in the small hallway. Matt peeled off towards the engine room while I ran towards the hangar. I peeked around the corner I was behind. I could see the hangar and 3 guards.

I pulled the pin on a grenade, and counted to 3 to let it cook off in my hand. Leaning out and I tossed the grenade at the Koreans. It got to them a few seconds later and exploded in their faces blowing one's head open like a melon and throwing the other two into the wall. I walked up and checked the other two. One was missing most of his face but the other had escaped with only scratches and a mild concussion.

I went in and put a bar in the opening mechanism to keep out visitors. I slung my shotgun over my shoulder and pulled out my side arm and a pack of C4. I began to sysematically strapped emposives to planes and supports. On the way to strap up the elevator the ship rocked throwing me into a young engineer. He put his side arm to my faceplate. No matter how well made if that was Russian made I was screwed. He pulled the trigger, but it wouldn't shoot. Yep Korean made. I slammed him up against a plane, cracking several of his ribs. I put my gun to the back of his head and splattered his brain all over the deck. I chucked the crappy pistol aside and finished up. I opened a team comm with my squadmates

"Report." "Snow and I have taken down one ship and are boarding the other." Siren said "I have blown the shit out of everything vitally important. Its getting hot. Pulling out until extraction." Big Dog reported "I met some nice guards but I have a charge on some of the engines." Rouge said

"Rouge meet me at point 3 and we can move on the target." I said before closing the comm.



We met at the appointed room and continued on. I looked at the map Forrest had hacked from a Korean computer. "If we go this way we sould come to a stairway." I muttered "No the stairway was that way I think we are on level 3." Rouge said over my shoulder

"No cause see the mess hall is that way." I said pointing to the sign "Then this is level 6" He said "No we just came from level 2, how can this be level 6" I said looking at the map. "is that the hangar?" Matt asked pointing to a room on the map "No that's the armory." I looked at the confusing map. I turned it, I turned it again, I flipped it over. I crumpled it up in a ball and threw it over my shoulder "You know what, we are going to wing it"

Rouge opened the door and I walked through. Shots started pinging off the wall and my armor. Matt slid around behind the door frame we had just come through but my only choice was to throw myself to the floor. My armor brushed off most of the shots but three lodged in my left shoulder and upper arm rendering it almost useless. I fired until my ammo ran out and rolled towards the wall. Matt continued the cover fire with his SMG and I used the break to get back into the room we had just come through. I noticed the door to my right open up and had no time to reload.

I sprinted to the 3 suprised men. I slammed my foot into ones knee breaking it and spun slaming my elbow into anothers chest knocking his breath out. He bent over and I kneed him in the face breaking his nose. I deflected the last ones wrist as he tried to stick me. I grabbed his head and slammed it into the wall breaking his skull. The one with the broken knee brought his M20 up but I grabbed the barrel I slammed the stock into his stomach. I flicked out the new knife that Forrest had put in my guantlet and buried it in his sternum. He fell to the ground and I closed the door and broke the opening mechanism.

Matt had finished up his fight and threw me a Stim needle. "Next time you go first" I said as I injected it through the port in my chest and got back most of the control in my arm. We took the back stairs to the room where the target was being held and dispatched the guards. He took up position on one side of the door and I the other. On the count of three we tossed pulse grenades in the open door. I counted to five and heard a snap and a flash.

The grenades sent out a electronic field in the form of a pulse. It took out all electronics for a short time and the only thing protecting us was the bulkhead. We ran in and fired a few shots in the dark room killing all the extra people in the room. The target was no where to be seen and I swiveled around crazily to find her. I heard a crash and looked to my right as the lights came back on. Matt now lay on the ground with the target straddling his stomache and aiming her side arm at his chest. "Found her" He said. She was about to shoot when I flew across the room and pinned her to the wall.

We tied her hands behind her back and escorted her to the deck. The trip was uneventful and we were extracted without a problem. I looked back and pushed the button on the detonater. Fire blossomed from the side of the ship and the deck imploded into the hangar as the planes blew up. "Woa those are some fireworks." Matt said

"Lets pick up the girls and get outta here." I told Daniel as he flew towards two crippled battle ships. We found the two swimming not far from the hole in the side of the one that hadn't completley sunk. I pulled Holly up and we strapped ourselves in. "Good work squad." I said

"How did you end up tripping on the target?" I said

"She was hiding behind a piece of pipeing, I came around, and she rolled out taking out my legs." He replied sheepishly

I just grunted and turned to look at the sinking ships. It had gone off without a hitch. I just hope all our missions go like this. I looked at my squad as they ragged on Matt. Oh well danger and fighting were just part of the Angel family.

"Wolf you might want to come look at this." Rouge said stiffly.

I walked up to the cockpit to find out what had scared them. I gasped at what I saw. Before us lay an army of unreal proportions. The infantry alone could take japan and when added with the armored divisions, all of the free world would fall. How they could get this past our satalite, I had no idea.

"We are so screwed." Siren said.

"We have to tell Harrison." Rouge said.

"We will. Even with the Angels we won't be able to hold this off." Daniel said.

"Even so, the Death Angels will take as many Commie bastards as we can to give the rest of the world a chance to retaliate." I said turning to strap in.


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