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The Last Iliad Chp.11
By NeonBlade
“ Thirty seconds until deployment!” Drake bellowed through the ATV, holding his 30-millimeter riffle. “ Once you are deployed out on the battle field, run for cover. The ATV’s will provide cover fire.” Drake pushed a red button, on the side hatch and pulled down a lever. “ Good luck to every one! I’ll meet you on the other side of the bridge!” Drake pulled the lever all the way down, pressure gages whistled. The hatch dropped, with a thud on the ground. Drake dropped out first as thirty troops jumped down behind him. A silence covered the territory, as eerie darkness shrouded the atmosphere. “ Remember the back up plan.” Drake whispered, hiding behind a large advertisement sign. “ If the plan doesn’t go smoothly enough or something goes wrong, contact me and we’ll call for back up. Do you under stand?” Drake watched his troops as they responded in unison. “ Yes Sir!” Drake dove down into the dirt, sweat pouring down past his eyes, as his troops slid behind. Drake threw up his hand, signaling to stop. Drake issued a soldier from the back up to Drake’s position. “ Trooper, I need sonic charge under that fence. I want to confuse any Red Army troops stationed in that bunker.” Drake commanded silently. “ Yes Sir” The trooper responded. The trooper slide under the sign and next to a large pile of rubble.
“ Take cover!” The trooper screamed as the first bullet from enemy fire shot past drake nailing one trooper in the eye, sending, cups of blood down onto the ground, as the trooper’s body thumped to the ground. “ They can see us! Take cover!” Drake rolled over behind more debris and prepared his scope on his riffle. Drake took a deep breath and shut one eye, staring through the scope in red night vision. The intersecting lines of the scope met on the forehead of a Red Army grunt lying behind sand bags with a 30 caliber propped up on the bags.
“ Kerpow!” The riffle echoed. Drake watched as the grunt rolled over, as the crimson blood poured from the middle of his forehead. The distant sound of an alarm resonated through the air. Drake’s troops rushed onto the battlefield, with gunfire ringing. Drake dove through a hole in a brick wall, into an old bar. A Russian troops spat in confusion, as Drake slid out shooting the Russian trooper in the foot. The ceiling rumbled as a bomb ignited the building. Drake rushed over to a broken window to give his troops cover fire. The distant echo of the ATV’s large canons, gave Drake more courage. Russian Red army planes crushed through the air, twenty at a time.
“ We need to destroy that alarm!” Drake commanded to a trooper outside holstering a walkie-talkie. “ Yes sir!” The trooper ducked down to dodge a bullet, but couldn’t dive out of the way for a second one. The bullet crushed through the walkie-talkie and strait into the trooper’s heart. Drake slammed his fist in the wall and dove out through the door. More planes rumbled overhead, destroying a near by building. The building collapsed and came crashing down, picking up a huge dirt wave, which covered the battle. Drake rushed through a steel door and kicked up the butt of his riffle crushing an enemy’s jaw. Blood poured onto Drake’s vest. Drake stumbled down some large concrete steps. He caught himself and continued down the steps into the bunker. More Red army troops rushed from behind a corner. Drake picked them off, and then jumped over the smoking pile of carcasses. Another rumble shook the concrete tunnel, Drake smashed up against the wall. Bullets echoed outside. “ krrrzzz… Come in… krzzzz…. General Drazzzz… Drake!” A static voice came over a short distance communicator. “ This is General Drake! Come in!” Drake responded quickly, thrusting the communicator up to his mouth. “ Sir…zzzz… We’ve taken control of checkpoint B…zzzzz.” The trooper on the other end spoke. “ What about check point A?” Drake spat back. “ Sir!... zzzz… Checkpoint A…zzz… No longer exists, over!” The trooper responded. “ Keep your position. I’m at trigger point 1. Over and out!” Drake issued forward placing his communicator backing in its lock. The lights in the bunker were dim and served no help for Drake. A steel door was locked in front of Drake, closing off the communication station. Drake took a deep breath and opened a side pouch on his battle suit. He grabbed a large amount of plastic explosive and stuck it to the lock of the steel door. “ Hope this works!” Drake crammed the plastic bomb on and dove out of the way.
“ Kerplash!” The steel door exploded out of its base stabbing its self into the opposite wall. Drake pulled up his riffle and slowly issued through the blown away entrance. Drake sank in the silence, fear building, sweat poured down his face. Drake crept through the dust as it cleared. The communication station was small with three large radios, a scanner, two heat detectors, and other small cadets. Drake’s mission was to destroy the three stations that made up a very powerful contact system for the main Red army base in California. Drake grabbed more explosives, this time packaged in a fail proof metal box that could be neither unbreakable nor destructible in the wrong hands. Drake finished placing the bomb and pulled out the detonator. “ Here we go!” Drake pointed his index finger towards the power system.
“ Clink!” Drake span around at the sound of six Red army grunts rushing through the door. Another bomb exploded outside that shook the bunker. Drake was restrained before he could realize what was happening. Drake was carried off into the hall, dropping the detonator under a wood table in the comm. Room.
“ Noooo!” Drake bellowed as more Red Army soldiers rushed in. The last thing Drake saw was the butt of a Russian riffle cracking into his skull. Blackness covered his eyes.
11/28/2002 7:45:31 PM
(Updated: 11/28/2002 10:25:20 PM)
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