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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 19, 2008 14:41:49 GMT -5
His team using the captured elites as shields, they stare down the newcomers. Even with the meat shield in front of them, they couldn't take the troop carriers on the way. His radio buzzes in. "External to PFC, we have help on the way to your position. 3 C-130 gunships, with escort." PFC smiles. "PFC to External, Necrotech armed forces have us surrounded on the roof of a hotel nearby Fort Creedy. A show of force may be necessary." A few moments pass....
In the distance, the approaching Necrotech forces grow closer. A large barrage of fire centers on the group, taking down most of them. THe few that remain swing around to meet the threat, and manage to bring one C-130 down. The escorts, small, unmanned aircraft normally used as recon drones, quickly deal with the remainder of the carriers. "Oh shit..." PFC hears one of the Ah-64 pilots freak out, and turn tail. Another follows. THe other two hold their ground.
"Welbert, we can all die here, or you can run with my deal. I can still call them off." PFC looks over to the DJ. "You're American? I didn't really care about what you did afterwards,I just wanted to get you out of here. If you want to stay, that's fine with me. Next flight direct to the US may be awhile past this...."
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