Phase 2 : Crushing Defeat

April 30^th, 2016

0745 GMT

 

Area 51

Nevada, United States

 

General James Hawk

US Army

Codename: Overlord

Despite the situation vastly changed, the Russians manage to dug in and continue their defiance against us. To make things even worse, they setup a jamming rig on top of the New York Stock Exchange, jamming our communication lines completely. As a result, any attempts to recapture New York will be completely futile. With Russian reinforcement around the corner, if we fail to destroy the jammer, any chance of success will diminished in no time.

“Gentlemen, do we have any special forces near the area? Right now, our only chance for success lies on them now. If we fail to destroy the jammer, America will suffer total humiliation and we might find ourselves as servants to these Ivan.” One of the officers, Captain Martin Murdock replied, “Sir, J-SOCs got a Delta Force team at Bennett Field. Call sign Metal.” After a few minutes, their team leader is on the line. “This is Sandman – understand we are OPCON to you, over.” As the satellite shows the exact location of the jammer, I briefly explain their main objective, “The Russians are using electronic countermeasures to jam our communication lines and guidance systems. The primary emission tower is on top of the Stock Exchange. The jammer is fully operational at this moment so until then, you’ll have no radio contact. I have ground assets to get you close, over.” After a few minutes, Sandman replied, “Copy all. We’ll get it done in no time, sir.”

 

0800 GMT

 

Manhattan, New York

 

Sergeant Derek ‘Frost’ Sandbrook

Team Metal, Delta Force

 

A huge sound suddenly hit our vehicle very hard, causing it to crash on the street. Moments ago, we’re just pushing through the streets of New York, hoping to close in on the jammer’s location. Then, someone shouted that magic word, “RPG!”

As I push myself out from the Humvee, I can see several Russian choppers run riot on our sky. With the jammer in full spectrum, it was no surprise why our military units become an easy prey to these Russians. Still, despite the odds stacking against us, I’m sure we will prevail in the very end. If we can drive the British insane that led to their downfall and our own independence, then these Russians are no different as well.

With the battle raging on, team leader and my close friend, Sandman aka Staff Sergeant Thomas Harris immediately jump out from the Humvee and throw an ammo to me. “Alright, listen up! Our main objective is the jammer. Destroy the jammer, kill the bad guys! Let’s go!” With that goal fully sealed in our minds and souls, we head out and immediately engage with the Russians. Fully caught off guard, we easily overcome their resistance and regroup with other Delta operatives.

As we continue our fight to reach the Stock Exchange, suddenly a Hind appeared and destroy one of the Strykers that escorts us. With situation look bleak, Sandman shouted to all of us, “Get off the street! Go right! Go right! C’mon, Frost, let’s go!” As we entered a ruined building to seek shelter from these fools, our no.2, Grinch asked, “What’s the plan, boss?” He replied, “Same plan, Grinch. Destroy the jammer. Kill the bad guys.” We continue to push through the building, hoping to carve through another path, away from those Hinds. At times, we even engaged in fierce firefights against the Russians as we closing in to the Stock Exchange.

We’re emerging from an abandoned megastore, hoping by the time we reach the Exchange, the resistance will be minimal. But immediately, our dreams were dashed. Fully aware the importance of this jammer to their war effort, they dug in around the Exchange’s perimeter and wage a strong defense against us. Equipped with heavy duty weapons and vehicles, they can survive any incoming assault and turn the tide against us in a short period. “Damn it! It looks like they’re not giving us an easy way in, sir!” Truck aka Private Hisham Richards voiced his frustration. Clearly, we’re not in an ideal situation. Still, it doesn’t give you an excuse to throw the towel now. I immediately tell Truck, “Don’t give up yet. We can still make it!”

After a few moments, reinforcement arrives in form of Team Anvil. With their numbers dramatically decreasing, we use our numerical advantage to crush their last bastion of defense. As we enter the lobby, Sandman asked with an anxious tone, “Any news from the top brass?” Anvil’s team leader, Grizzly simply shook his head and replied, “Nothing from the top brass so far. Guidance systems and communication lines are still down. We need to bring that thing down.” With time not on our side, it was decided that Team Anvil will continue monitoring the lobby while we will continue to press on, hoping that we’re not too late.

When we reach the trading floor, more Russians appeared on the scene. With their defense finally being brought down, they only have two options, surrendering the jammer or defend the area. Clearly, they choose the second option rather than surrender. For these Ultranationalists, admitting defeat is a disgrace to their pride. They rather die bravely on the battlefield rather than facing shame back in their homeland. Despite their seemingly overwhelming numbers, we manage to reach the top and fulfill our main objective: destroying the jammer.

Moments after the tower was down, all systems were back online. To ensure everything’s back to normal, Sandman radioed Overlord, “Overlord, this is Metal Zero-One! Target neutralized! Do you read me?” A few moments later, Overlord replied, “Roger, 0-1. All systems are operational. We’re sending a Black Hawk to your location for exfiltration, ETA 3 minutes.” As we wait for our ride, suddenly tens of Russian soldiers appeared on the opposite buildings, raining us with sniper bullets and grenades. Then, Overlord relays a new instruction, “ISR is back online. We are detecting multiple hostiles on the rooftops in your area. You have OPCON of a fully armed Predator.” Using the newly acquired Predator, we manage to fend them off with ease. After facing harrowing moments on the roof, our ride was finally arrived.

Still, it wasn’t a smooth ride at all. Despite the fact we destroy the jammer, technically the Russians were still the king of the sky. It’s no surprise after a few minutes, Hinds appeared behind our tail. “Damn it! Sir, it looks like we have some friends following us!” Truck exclaims as I manned the mini-gun to deal directly with these Ivan. After we take out several Hinds, we thought the danger was over. But another Hind appeared behind an abandoned construction site, forcing us to engage them directly. The Hind did destroyed, almost claiming me in the process. But luckily, both Grinch and Tom manage to pull me back inside. “Huh, that’s a sense of relief.” I exclaim as I tried to digest everything that happen today. While I’m doing that, Sandman’s having conversation with the Overlord. It looks like we have a new assignment.

“Alright, listen up. Top brass wants us to infiltrate an Oscar-II submarine at New York Harbor. Once we’re in, we launched every cruise missiles available, enough to level the entire Eastern fleet. SEAL’s Team 7 is already at the scene, Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel.” When he mention about that tunnel, I remember during the first days of the conflict, that tunnel was completely collapsed after our defense have been overrun by the Russians. Hundreds of civilians who fail to escape were instantly killed. It’s a national tragedy on a larger scale.

 

1130 GMT

 

New York Harbor

 

As we dive through the tunnel to reach the rendezvous point with Team 7, there’s nothing in the world could describe the horrors of this war.  I hope by putting an end to this nightmare might give everyone a peace that they seek for. Several feet away, I can hear Truck’s muttering about something, possibly a Muslim prayer to the victims.

As we cut the vents to reach Team 7, Grinch issuing his usual remark, “I hope the SEALs not starting the party without us.” We can only smile to hear his quirky remark. It’s a good thing especially when you’re working under pressure. With the vents out of the way, Sandman reminded us, “Primary entry point is open, stay tight, easy to get separated down here.”

We reach the end of the tunnel with Team 7 leader, codename Mustang radioed us, “Metal 0-1, got you on the tracker.” After several minutes, we regroup with Team 7 with Grinch asked, “Any news about that pile of crap?” Mustang replied, “Sub’s on the move. Intercept window is closing fast. To make things even harder, these Ivan are laying mines around the coast. Watch your sonar and be very careful.” With that in our minds, we head out with a sense of optimism. We know victory is in our grasp.

After passing through several mines, Mustang signaled us to power down our SDVs. Few moments later, our primary target is passing through the waters. Clearly, they’re fully unaware about our plans with their beloved sub. Then Sandman ordered us to plant the mines on the sub with me planting on its Achilles heel, its own tail rudder. With the charges set, it’s now or never. Then, a huge explosion hit the submarine, forcing it to surface in a record time. As we climb up the sub, Russian sailors emerged from the hatch, triggering a brief firefight. To ensure our entrance is smooth, Sandman threw a frag grenade inside a hatch, killing anyone down below. The rest of the team stays behind on top while Sandman and I push through.

Once we’re inside, more firefights ensues. To make things even worse, as we closing in to the bridge, a Russian announcement followed by a blaring alarm suggesting that we’re running out of time. “What exactly going on?” Sandman replied, “They’re going to scuttle the sub. We need to move, now! Frost, take point.” Eventually, we reached the bridge. Using explosives, we carve in and clear the area. “Overlord, this is Sandman. I send checkpoint Neptune, over.” After a few minutes, Overlord replied, “Roger, 0-1, copy Neptune.” After we manage to acquire the coordinates we needed, Sandman and I use the keys we retrieved from one of the corpses, possibly the captain of this sub to launch the missiles. With that piece of business done and dusted, we head out and leave the area immediately using the Zodiac.

Moments after we left, all hell breaks loose. It’s a struggle to drive our boat in this midst of chaos. To make things even more difficult, several Russian PT boats relentlessly pursuing us. “Damn it! I thought those fools are gone!” I exclaim in frustration. In order to put some distance between us and them, Sandman tells me to shoot the mines inside the boat. “It’s our only chance, Derek. Otherwise, we’re doomed!” I shoot the mines, destroying the boat in a matter of seconds. In the end, we reach the Sea Knight and leave Manhattan with our heads held high. This is the day Russia will suffered another total humiliation and America emerged victorious.

 

May 5^th, 2016

 

1145 GMT

 

Atlantic Ocean

 

Captain Victor Zubarov

25^th Regiment, Spetsnaz

 

Clearly, we’re underestimated America’s strength. Despite the odds stacking against them, it seems they will always emerging victorious in the end. It’s hard to swallow that bitter pill. But it’s the truth that cannot be denied.

Clearly, my irrational hatred towards the West especially to America decreased dramatically while I was here. During our stay, I see another side of the Ultranationalists. I thought it’s just rumors but it turns out to be an inconvenient truth. They slaughtered civilians like animal livestock, without any mercy at all. All in the name for revenge. They even raped and molested children. It’s awful and disgusting. At times, I tried to stop them but they insisted, “This is the price they have to pay. America must pay dearly for every single drop of blood of our people.”

I believe this is by far, the biggest mistake the government has ever done. We let our emotions clouded our judgment. It is true Vorshevsky’s the one who made the call but I felt his advisors should take the blame as well. These hardliners know nothing about politics. All they care were to exact revenge against the so-called enemies of the civilization. As a result, we find ourselves in this muddy bloodbath, claiming more lives than we could ever imagined. They thought by waging war against Americans will restore belief and pride on our nation. But their assumption proved to be wrong.

 

As I contemplating my next move, my phone is ringing. As I see the caller’s name, the only thing I want to give is a piece of my own sane mind. Makarov must have full reality check before proceeding with his own plan. “You realized your grand plan have led to deaths of our countrymen on foreign soil?! To make matters even worse, I heard UN will conduct full inquiry not just on the massacre but on our conduct on American soil as well! There’s a possibility that all of us might be prosecuted including you!” He tried to appease me by saying after gaining full control over Russia; no one will be extradited for crimes against humanity. But I simply reject his overtures and tell him to go away. “Don’t ever call me again. I shall keep my mouth shut to honor what exactly remain in our friendship. You’re on your own now, Vladimir. I believe the others might feel the same way. Da svidaniya, comrade.”

Prologue : Kingfish

January 10th,2012

 

1000 GMT

 

21 SAS Credenhill,Great Britain

 

Leftenant ‘Soap’ MacTavish

22nd Regiment,SAS

 

It’s been several months after I returned to Credenhill…Everything is changing.I thought everything will remain the same.But no.It turns out after my departure,Mustapha was also leaving.According to the old man,he’s being assigned to a special mission in Moscow,probably acting as undercover agent,monitoring Ultranationalists movement there.Most specifically,monitoring  the enemy of the Crown,Vladimir Makarov.I’m not surprised at all with his appointment.With his Russian background and his fluency in Russia,there’s no doubt he’s the right man for the assignment.

 

‘You’re ready,son?’Captain Price asked me that day.To be honest,I’m not so sure.But after the last several months,fighting my addiction and depression,I think I’m ready.I replied,’I’m up for it,old man.’Back to work once again and I’m raring to go once more.As I entered Credenhill,the old faces warmly welcome me.Wallcroft,Griffen,Newcastle and of course,my mentor,Colonel MacMillan.He hugs me tightly and said,’Welcome back to the fold.Don’t waste this opportunity.Use it well,son.’I silently agreed with his words.I know I cannot repeat that mistake again.The fact they still giving me a chance shows me that they still believing in me.I promised,I won’t repeat it again…

 

January 15th,2011

 

1230 GMT

 

Everyone is present in the meeting room..Today,we’re just receive intel from Mustapha that Makarov is spotted in the outskirt of Mount Koshka,Ukraine.It is believed that Makarov is hiding there after conducting several terrorist attacks throughout Europe and Middle East.One of these attacks was the assasination of Anatoly Vaschuk,a prominent Russian journalist.No one knows why Makarov assasinating him but many assume some of his enemies hired our ‘friend’ to silent him for good.

 

‘Alright then,gentlemen.As we all fully aware,Vladimir Makarov is reportedly hiding in his safehouse somewhere in Mount Koshka.The government want us to capture him alive.I repeat,they want him alive.It is believe,with his capture,we can start gathering information,enough to topple down the current Ultranationalist government.’Colonel MacMillan briefed us on our intel.One of the officers,Leftenant Simon Riley asked,’Sir,is this our op or there are others will be involved?’The old man answered,’This is a joint operation,Ghost.We’re not alone on this one.The Americans will send their own Delta Force to assist us.’Then,Colonel MacMillan tell us to check the dossier given.’We’ll be the one who lead this operation.Captain John Price will lead this operation.He will be aided by Leftenant John MacTavish,Leftenant Simon Riley and Staff Sergeant Thomas Harris aka ‘Sandman’.Remember,we want this man alive.No exception.Understand?’We simultaneously said,’Yes,sir.’After a few moments,he continued,’Alright then,pack your stuff.You’ll be leaving in 8 hours time.’As we leave,Riley approached me and said,’Looking forward to work alongside you,sir.It’s an honor to be alongside you and Captain Price.’I just smiled and replied,’It’s nothing really.Welcome aboard.Looking forward as well,mate.’

 

January 16th,2012

 

0945 GMT

 

Mount Koshka,Ukraine

 

As planned,we reunited with our fellow Deltas in Mount Koshka,Ukraine.However,there is another person joining us,much to our surprise.’Hope you still remember me.If not,I’m might shed some tears.’The person I referring to is Mustapha Abbas.We thought he still in Moscow.But it turns out,he volunteered to join us here to ensure everything went smoothly.Or as the old man called,’Acting like our babysitter.’Still,everything between us is good.Especially between me and him.’Soap,are we cool?I don’t want any bad blood between us.’He asked me.I just smiled and replied,’Hei,it’s alright.We’re cool.Don’t worry about that.’

 

‘Overlord,this is Delta Six.We spotted sentries around the safehouse.Permission to engage,over.’Sandman radioed Overlord,asking clearance to eliminate hostiles.’Delta Six,you’re cleared to engage.Out’Overlord cleared them to shot,allowing us to execute our operation perfectly.After a few moments,Delta team led by Sandman unleashed several precise shot,killing those sentries on site.’Weapons free.Suppressed weapon only.’Price tell us to engage.Still reeling by that surprise assault,we stormed the compound,leading to a fierce firefight to reach the safehouse.But after several minutes,with assistance from Spectre 6-4,codenamed Zeus,we cleared the area with ease.

 

As we breached the safehouse,more hostile appeared,tried to ambush us…But all resistance are futile.No one stand between us and ‘Kingfish’,Makarov’s codename.However,much to our disappointment,Vladimir Makarov is not present.I teased Mustapha,’Bad intel,mate?’He can only shake his head,pretty disappointed with the outcome.Still,the old man tell us,’Cheer up.He may not present.But there’s plenty of intel here.It should be useful for future operation.’We inspect room by room,seeking anything that could tie him back to his crimes.Plenty of pictures,probably a target for future attack,names,mostly his associates and personal items only.Then,as we check the last room,we’re stunned.’Sir,come down here.You have to see this.’Mustapha radioed him.As we regroup in that room,we find pictures of Bravo Six and other operatives who involved in our previous operation several months ago.Most of it have been crossed,probably being killed.We shake our heads in disbelief with Mustapha vented his anger,’How he managed to do this?Bloody bugger!’Then,we heard a ticking sound inside the room.As we leave the safehouse,a huge explosion destroyed it in no time.

 

Knowing this is just a ruse,I radioed Delta team,’Delta Siz,this is Bravo Five.Get your asses outta here!It’s a trap!’As we fleeing the scene,Ultranationalist forces relentlessly pursued us.Fortunately,Zeus covered our escape until those fools,using several Stingers,bring it down to earth,much to our horror.As we reached the exfil point,a sudden explosion briefly knocked me out.I did not know what happen but from their reaction,I know,I’m in bad way.’Sir,Soap’s badly wounded.Ghost,with me!We need to get him outta here!’As we finally inside the Sea Knight,I realized the old man is not there.I tried to scream but nothing happen.I can hear Riley screaming,’Sir,come on.We need to leave now!’But the old man shoved away his request,’Go!Get out of here now!’I tried to leave but the others prevented me from doing so.Mustapha and Sandman tried to reason with the pilot to stay for several moments to retrieve him but he denied their request,’It’s too late.If we stay,we all died!’As we leave Koshka,the mood is sombre.Mustapha punched the wall several times,venting his anger….If only we stay behind,maybe there’s a slim opportunity for him to join us….

 

January 30th,2012

 

0630 GMT

 

Somewhere in Petropavlovsk,Russia

 

Captain John Price

22nd Regiment,SAS

 

I thought I was dead back then.Being shot several times,at my arm,my shoulder and my knee.But to see me here in this facility,I know I’m being captured.But,one damning question appeared in my head,who exactly betrayed us that led to our ambush and my incarceration here.Then,a familiar figure entering my room.The man the entire country despise for what he have done,Vladimir Makarov.

 

I tried to punch him but then I realized,I’m shackled around my bed.’It’s been awhile,Leftenant.Or should I called you Captain?’H e started the conversation with a wry smile.’What do you want from me,Makarov?’I asked him back.Then,he started laughing to see me in that condition and replied,’Revenge,Price.You and your men murdered my General.One of the most honorable man in Russia.’I immediately spit on him and said,’Imran Zakhaev is a terrorist,not a leader that the Russians admired!’Enraged with my insult,he punched me.So hard that I feel I might lose some of my tooth.’Watched your tongue,Price.’He warns me.Despite the pain,I still asked,’How do you managed to track them down?Those operatives?How do you that?’He laugh once more and replied,’I have men out there,Captain Price.Men that are willing to do my bidding.’Angered with his statement,I angrily replied,’No one will served you,Makarov!’But he ignored my objection and calmly replied,’In this new world,as long as you have money,you can do anything.Me?They’re become my pawns,Price.They don’t care why I’m doing this as long as they’ve been paid!’After that,he leaves me,’Enjoy your new home,Captain.Hope you’re comfortable there.’Then,he started laughing again,mocking my fate while his,remain as a free man.Laugh all you want,Makarov.Next time,I might be the one who had the last laugh…

Phase 1 : Invasion

17th April 2011

 

1130 GMT

 

Adam Lang

Prime Minister of Great Britain

 

It’s almost midnight when I received that call.At that time,I’m so busy,preparing myself for my presentation in the Parliament.Despite some of my staffs insists I should get some rest,I denied their request gently.Tomorrow,my presentation will determine my fate either in the government itself or the party.Tomorrow,I shall present my motion,to launch a full military invasion towards Kuwait on humanitarian ground.I know,both members,from my own party,Conservative Party and members of the opposition will have a field day on this.I’m aware,my failure in Iraq and Afghanistan have tainted my image greatly.Still,if my calculation is right,we’ll be the ones will reap the rewards.

 

‘Sir,you have a phone call.’My secretary,Laura Wellens informs me about that incoming call.’If that’s from Ruth,tell her that I’m busy.’Recently,I found out my wife’s infidelity by accident after returning from China.Ruth accidentally let slip her affair with Russell Crane,a senior figure inside the party while having our dinner.At first,she refused to admit it,even as far claiming I had an affair with my own secretary to counter my allegation.Eventually,Crane revealed the truth,I assume no longer able to handle continuous deception,crafted by Ruth.Cornered,she eventually reveal the truth and begged me to accept her again.However,I had enough with her antics.For years,Ruth’s bad advice cost me a lot,jeopardizing my position,both in the party and the government itself,my image was badly tarnished and losing many great friends.Several days ago,I decided to seek divorce with her.Despite the fact that I’m still in love with her,her affair as well as her advice cost me everything.I believe separation might be the best for both of us.

 

‘Sir,it’s not Ruth.It’s from Washington.President Taylor is on the line.’When I heard President Taylor is mentioned,I tell my staffs to call the night and return home.I knew,if Graham personally called,it must be very serious.I tell Laura to reroute his call to my office.’It’s been awhile,Graham.Is there anything I could do for you,my friend?’When he heard that,his tone seemingly change,’Is it too obvious,Adam?’Then giggles started to appear in our faces,a good way to relief some mounting pressure.’Adam,I don’t think I could wait for you for the invasion.I already ordered Joint Chiefs to start the assault tomorrow morning.’I’m quite surprise because several hours before that,after receiving mandate from Security Council,we issued a joint statement,cooperating on this assault.Now,everything change.’You know,attacking al-Assad without full intel on his strength is bloody suicidal.This is a huge gamble,Graham.’My tone change dramatically.However,he assures me,’I can assure you,Adam.Everything will be just fine.Besides,al-Assad is not like Gaddafi or Saddam.We make mistakes in Iraq and Afghanistan in the past,but here,this is the chance for redemption.’

 

According to intel provided SIS,al-Assad may only possess thousands of militias and plenty of weapons in his armory.However,recently,the fact that a-Assad tried to acquire a nuclear warhead from Russia proved someone else behind his rise to power.’Laura,I know it’s getting late but will you please summon members of the cabinet.It’s important.’I tell Laura to contact the cabinet to brief them on this latest development.An hour later,everyone is present in the meeting room.I then briefed them the ongoing situation involving Kuwait including my last conversation with Graham Taylor.’Now ladies and gentlemen,should we proceed with our plan or we let the Parliament to decide on this?’Defence Minister,Edward Teague replied with an urgent tone,’I say,we must proceed with our allies to strike Kuwait hard.I can order the military to be deployed for the next several hours.’However,newly appointed Foreign Secretary,Shane O’Hanlon send a simple rebuke,’You bugger.Haven’t we learn anything from our failures in Iraq and Afghanistan.Because of our rash decision,we almost lost the election.Britons do not want to be in that mud again.’Furious with O’Hanlon’s stance,he angrily replied,’Alright,Shane.If you believe invasion is not an option,then you better resigned.You do not support the interest of this country!’The argument almost turned into a fistfight but both managed to be calmed by other members of the cabinet.’What do you think,Alan?’I asked my deputy,Alan Manning on this issue.He replied,’I believe,we need to ask members of Parliament(MP) on this issue.I can understand our concern about the latest report from MI6,that al-Assad may attempted to possess a nuclear weapon,but we cannot repeat the same mistake all over again.Otherwise,this could be the end of the road for all of us.’SIS chief,Baljit Singh concurred with him,’Sir,I believe for the interest of our nation,I suggest we should launch more reconnaissance before making our last decision.Sending our troops there rashly could cost us sir.I’m sorry,Mr.Teague.But,at the moment,invasion is unlikely.’After listening to every view,I decided not to push ahead the invasion.Instead,I decided to consult other MPs and experts to seek new ways to increase the pressure towards al-Assad.Teague later confronted me,’You’re a coward,Adam.’Incensed with his insult,I push him to the wall,’Call me anything you like,Ed.But I’m doing this for our country.They entrusted us to continue governing this country responsibily and with integrity.I don’t know why you still insists war is an option.I’m the one who called the shot on this matter.If you’re not happy with my decision,resign from your post and I handed it to someone even better!’Surprised with my outburst,he replied with a sombre tone,’You shall have my resignation letter tomorrow morning.’Everyone is shocked with Teague’s decision with Manning whispered,’You should persuade him back.He’s still has a lot of supporters.This is not what we want.’I can only sighed with disappointment,telling Manning,’Alan,it’s true what you said.But I want people who can work with me and the people.I’m afraid he fails miserably on this.’

 

18th April 2011

 

Sergeant Paul Jackson

1st Force Recon,Marine Corp

 

0830 GMT

 

As ordered by our administration of our country,we’re here in this alien environment.For veterans who fought in Iraq and Afghanistan,it’s like walk in the park.Everything seems to be normal for them.Others like me find it very difficult to adapt ourselves.Fortunately,our COs,Lieutenant Perez and Staff Sergeant Griggs helped us overcoming this seemingly invisible barrier.’Alright,Marines!Listen up!Spotters have a possible fix on Al-Asad in a building at the west end of this town. We’re gonna secure the perimeter and grab Al-Asad. Oorah? Lock and load!’He said to us while heading to what is believed al-Assad’s hideout following al-Fulani’s execution.’You’re alright,Jackson?’Griggs asked me.I replied,’Fine,sir.Thanks for asking.’While arriving in his hideout,we’re being greeted with gunfire and RPGs,targeting us.Despite of all that,we managed to land safely and breaching his hideout.However,the man that we want is not present.

 

‘Overlord,this is Red Dog,target building is clear but no sign of al-Assad,over.’Lieutenant Perez inform Overlord over our progress.Then,Overlord replied,’Solid copy,Red Dog.We have a new location for you.al-Assad is hiding in a tv station,half a click to your east.Proceed to your next location,over.’He accepted this new order and relay back to us,’ Heads up! I just got word Al-Asad is broadcasting half a click east of here at a TV station. We’re gonna move out on foot and take down the package there. Move out.’As we head to the station,more militias appeared,confirming that al-Assad might be present in that location.’Damn it,these guys don’t want to give up.’I exclaimed frustratedly towards the numbers of militias appear before us.’Well,look at the bright side.At least,we know why they’re here,protecting their leader perhaps.’My squadmate,Tim Massey tried to cheer me up.Eventually,after a gruelling firefight with the militias,we safely reach the tv station,regroup with other Marine units.

 

We stormed the station with Lieutenant Perez upfront.Inside,more firefights occurred with militias,increasingly desperate to protect Khaled al-Assad,even resorting to RPG and sniper rifle,in attempt to kill us,at the cost of their own comrades.Despite of that,we moped them all and regroup with Griggs,continuing our search for al-Assad.As we reach the studio,al-Assad’s voice is heard inside.’I think he’s in there. I hear him.’Griggs suggested towards our CO.Lieutenant Perez ordered several Marines to breach the door.Once we’re inside,al-Assad is nowhere to be seen.’Sir,al-Assad fooled us yet again.The broadcast is just a recording.’I informed him on our search.Griggs,cynically continued,’Yeah…score one for military intelligence!’Frustrated with our findings,Lieutenant Perez contacted Overlord,’Overlord,this is Red Dog.No sign of al-Assad.The broadcast is a recording, over.’After a few moments,Overlord responds,’Solid copy,Red Dog.We have a new assignment for your squad.Regroup with the rest of units.Over.’He replied,’Solid copy,Overlord.’He later tells us to gear up for our next assignment.

 

2030 GMT

 

That night,my unit along with other Marines are ordered to secure the front lines from militias grasp,allowing other units to proceed and secure our stronghold,allowing us to plot our next moves.Once we secure it,the path towards Presidential Palace is wide open.However,al-Assad’s men,knowing its importance,tried their very best to protect it.This is the also the reason Overlord send us to recover a M1A2 Abrams tank,call sign ‘War Pig’ while at the same time pushing these militias back.’What’s the new order,sir?’one of the Marines asking.Lieutenant Perez replied,’Alpha Company’s tank is stuck half a click north of here. We gotta hustle! Let’s go!’However,gunfire emerge from a ruined building,killing tens of Marines.Realizing we’re being pinned down,our COs tell us to reach that building and clear it immediately.Slowly,but surely,we managed to eliminate remaining resistance inside.Suddenly,Overlord informed us,more hostiles appear,converging towards the tank.Lieutenant Perez tell us to get to the other side of the building to reach Alpha Company.

 

However,more militias appear on the rear of the building,showing heavy resistance.’Damn it. Sir there’s a ton of ’em out there!’I can hear Griggs exclaiming his surprise over the numbers of militias.However,the lieutenant responded,’Shut up and keep ’em pinned down!’Eventually,gunfire is no longer erupted on their side,meaning all of them are dead or fleeing the site.As we move towards Alpha Company’s location,I see something.’Sir,tanks on the overpass.’Lieutenant Perez tell Private West to destroy those tanks while we provide covering fire.Then,West is killed,forcing me to use the Javelin to eliminate those tanks.All tanks are destoryed,allowing us to proceed.However,a disturbing message appear on the radio,’Bravo Six, we’re taking heavy fire on our position north of the overpass! Where the hell are you?!’Realizing time is not on our side,the lieutenant urging us to move quickly while assuring Alpha Six,help is on the way.

 

We arrived on the site,providing covering fire to Alpha Company.Then,seeing a flank between us,he tells me,’Jackson,get to the other side and crushed their flow.’Confident with my ability,I ordered several Marines with me to attack the flank,weakening their defence in the process.Despite continuous flow of enemies,we finally arrived on the other side of the building,allowing us to push even further while protecting the tank.However,bad news come in form of Overlord,’Bravo Six,be advised. More hostiles have assembled to the west of your position, over.’Aware their presence will overwhelmed us,Lieutenant Perez asking for air support,’Two Charlie, Bravo Six! Requesting air support for fire mission, over!’However Two Charlie refuse to assist unless the ZPU,responsible for taking down tens,if not hunderds of aircraft,to be destoyed.With urgency,he ordered me and several Marines to destroy the ZPU.Eventually,we reach the ZPU and destoyed the site within minutes.This allowed our air support to come in and destroyed every last remaining resistance.Those who survived escape,giving us some breathing room,allowing us to plot our next move.Griggs tell the remaining members to converge back to the tank.Once we there,Lieutenant Perez explain his plan,’Listen up. We don’t have much time to get this tank out of here. We’ll take up defensive positions around the bog here, here, and here, and buy the engineers some time to get the tank moving. Oorah?’Everyone nodded,understand the orders.As planned,we take defensive position,hoping by that time,we’re have an upper hand against these militias.