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The first half of the unit rushed through the fence, in a literal dash to the back wall of the bank. There wasn't any incoming fire, the insurgents hadn't gotten this far back because of the men inside of the bank. Once they were pressed and stacked against the wall, they fanned out to cover the incoming Eruseans. Not that they needed it, really. The gunfight was happening on the other side of the building, which was why this flank was a boss idea to begin with.

The thumbs up was given to the soldiers still on the fence.

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The HMMWVs stopped at the building, what looked to be an old book store. Two floors, a lot of blown out windows. It was perfect. Since the ISAF soldiers were already dismounted, only the drivers exited and headed inside. There were plenty of bookcases and things to take cover behind so you could return fire. You could even go to the second floor and set up shop there.

The Brad, which was now moving, was firing and firing away. It was now headed for the bank instead of the building, to try and knock out the little insurgent Fortress. However, the driver was in for a treat. Just as it rolled forward at a decent speed, a mortar round impacted right infront of it. The crater it left was just big enough to cause the CFV to tip forward and get stuck inside. Now you had a CFV see-sawing in this hole, still trying to use it's turret to fire at the enemy. The crew realized how fucked they were, and informed the SFD-3 guys of this.

Hayley by now had pretty much taken command of the unit. She was calling out the orders, and bossing the guys around. It felt pretty damn cool. "Everyone inside! Do not get comfortable, we should be hearing from Sergeant Twombly soon!"

Sergeant Twombly was the last man off the fence, making sure everyone got clear before he moved to cross with his squad. There was no incoming fire, so the sprint was without incident. No one but allied forces knew the men were even there. With the decent amount of men all pressed against the wall of the bank for what seemed like no reason, things were ready for a breach.

There was only one door into the back of the bank. It was afterall, a freaking bank. They weren't supposed to be easy to break into. One metal service door, a heavy service door. There was only one man who could do it. Well, everyone in the unit was trained to, but this particular individual would be somewhat offended if anyone else did it. He liked blowing things up; sort of a wacko but a nice guy if you got to know him. "Hank!"

"Yessir?" A rather large Private stepped off the wall and walked over the Twombly.

"Do the door." The Sergeant smirked.

The Private didn't need to hear anything else. He was in his pouches a second later, and had two breaching charges in his hands. Like a fat kid in a candy store, he skipped over to the door and placed them on the leading edges. One for the door handle and one for the hinge side.

While he was priming them, Twombly stepped back so everyone could see him, pulling Rand off the wall to join him. "Two and two sound good? I kill the door, and we go into the bank in pairs. You clear right, I'll clear left. Good?"

Assuming it was, Twombly started organizing his fireteams off the wall and into fours. From there they were cut in half and restacked by the doorway. Some distance was put between the men and the doorway, to give room for the blast, but not enough to lose any time when breaching and clearing. It was a fine science you learned after years of taking splinters to the face.

"Bongo one one to Bongo all. We're about to breach."

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"You fucking heard him!" Hayley shouted. "I want that God damn covering fire down there like water from a hose!"

You didn't really need to say s**t like that twice. Stuff like, 'blow this up' or 'waste all the ammo in your magazine' were usually the favorite orders. You never experienced fun until you emptied a SAW into a street, or stacked a pile of brass taller than your body as it lay prone.

The covering fire would be like a fog of bullets. The entry into the bank would be clear. Hayley was still trying to figure out a way to get the Brad crew out...

The mix of ISAF and FEA soldiers that had been trapped in the bank were now in the vault. Yes, inside of it. The door was still open, but that was where they had fallen back to. The massive holes in the teller booths were the reason why. The things could only take so many bullets. Not like the reinforced safe though. They were running low on ammo, which meant they were only firing in burst and short ones at that.

By the time the entire unit was done breaching and clearing the uh, empty bank, the last bullet in the safe had been fired. Someone in the safe called out the one thing that no soldier wanted to hear when they knew it was their last mag. "Ammo out!"

The now mixed ISAF and FEA unit rounded the corner into the lobby and started for the vault. Twombly ordered four of his shooters to lay down some ammunition through the front doors to keep heads down. The rest would be setting up to fortify the bank until the MEDEVAC arrived to extract the men.

"Bongo one one, to command. Requesting MEDEVAC at the bank. We have the bank secure." Twombly said over the radio. The briefing said there would be MEDEVAC birds and Paramedics. Dragging these wounded, tired, and probably stressed to hell soldiers all over the city wasn't really an option.

"Roger Bongo one one. MEDEVAC inbound, ETA ten minutes. Keep the area tight, we don't want to lose a bird."

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That last one was more for Hayley and her unit. It would be their job to fan the hell out and clear the entire fucking block... In ten minutes. Awesome. A deep sigh escaped her pink lips, followed by the obvious roll of both her green eyes. Sweat was starting to form at her brow, making her helmet wet. So she leaned against the side of a HMMWV and took it off. You had to take breaks when you could in this game. The loss of her helmet got her a few looks, mostly from Eruseans who were surprised to see the bossy guy who had been kicking all their asses around was actually a woman.

In any other place at any other time, Hayley would have been attractive right now. Leaning up against the side of the vehicle, one leg up, her orange hair sort of waving in the wind. She could stand, or lean as it was, against the HMMWV without worrying about being shot because of her sort of small stature. Everyone was still staring... "Get locked and loaded, s**t heads! Take a picture next time! Go! Go! Go!"

The next few minutes were spent getting her hair back under control, and her squad formed up. The would be using the HMMWVs to move again, the same way they had moved over to the building. Now they had to secure the four corners of the block so no RPGs could take the MEDEVAC bird down. Oh the fun was just starting...

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Back at the Brad, the hatch swung open with great speed. The crew of the Brad jumped out of their crippled CFV. It was like seeing someone you didn't really have a problem with, but was now like God in front of you. The safety of the LAV's interior seemed like heaven itself. They would get inside as soon as possible.

The middle section was now pretty clean. Clean being a term used for how many enemies there were, not for how messy it was or was not. The bodies laying in the street, brass bullet casings, and rubble from all the mortar rounds didn't make it clean in the tidiness sense. The city looked like a mess from where they were right now. The fighting just in the one block area had done a considerable amount of damage to the infrastructure in the area. It looked and felt like a warzone. The only place the enemy still held that wasn't outside of the one block the Allied forces were trying to take was the ring of vehicles in the center of the street, outside of the bank.

The SFD-3 guys split up into four exact parts, hoping the Eruseans would do the same. From the bookstore, they walked the HMMWVs over to the corners of the street and began to set up shop. The HMMWVs would turn into portable cover to stay safe behind while the soldiers at them put down suppressive fire on the surrounding buildings to keep heads down.

Hayley was at the far right corner, leaning over the hood of her Humvee to fire three to four shot bursts at anything that moved on the other side of it. While she wouldn't brag, Hayley had been good enough to be the squad's Designated Marksmen. PFC Ziender was a much better shot though, so he filled the position. That b*****d could hit someone in the eye from a football field away using a pistol... With his eyes closed.

"Bongo three one to Retro one one. Do you think you could have your UAV check the rooftops in the surround so we know which buildings to send fireteams into?" PFC Eberhart asked over the radio.

Twombly, who was trying to coordinate the evacuation of the bank, heard this over the radio. "Bongo one one to Bongo three one. Is that a Private First Class taking charge of my unit over there?"

"Bongo three one to Bongo one one, damn right it is sir." She was smirking now.

"... 'Atta girl." Was the simple reply.

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Crack.

"Nine." Ziender called out for the general population of the bank to hear.

His shot went through the lobby, out the front doors, between a gap in two cars, and into the chest of an insurgent who wasn't aware they were exposed. The body dropped backwards and into the mortar hole in the center of the cars. The bolt on the Unique Alpine TPG-1 was pulled back to release the brass shell, then slid back in to chamber the next round. The whole time, Ziender's eye never left his scope. He was looking for another target.

Twombly on the other hand was busy with Specialist Annders, the squad's Combat Medic. The wounded that were they had to be prioritized by how serious their injury was then treated. From there Twombly had to design a working order in which they would be brought out to the helicopter so that the most serious of the wounded would go in first in case the helicopter had to lift off early.

The rest of the unit was slowly moving towards the front doors, as the insurgents outside thinned down to a minimum. They would either surrender soon, or just be killed to the last man. No one wanted the latter, but it was probably how it would go. They thought they would be killed no matter what because of the government. How the regular infantry handled things. The stormtroopers in their black armor, executing POWs in the streets. It was enough to make Twombly sick.

arrow Rigley Air Force Base 8am

A commercial Israeli International A380 landed with a massive blue Star of David on the side and white paint. 2,000 Israelis exited the plane and began to walk into the Airport. From the bay, massive crates unmarked and made of tan carbon polimer were being transported from the plane onto trucks. This must've been one of the discussed industrial agreements heard about on the news.
((In actuallity it's our agreement Vegilla)

The 2,000 men quickly exited the the Airport practically walking right through secureity as they boarded massive commercial buses used normally for military recruitment, similar to Grey Hound. This must've been a military deal with the newly designed Israeli weapons as the buses and trucks all went to the military base.

"f**k off," Bonz said, firing at a person on the roof of a building directly across from them. The same building Ziender shot that assclown in.

"That's ten. And besides, those two shots hit my number Nine. It still counts." Cue the s**t-eating grin.

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The Erusians simply nodded at Hayley's order. They chose the building next to the other red building. The FEA Special Forces decided to two prong the attack. One group stayed at the front, and the other hustled to the back, making sure to not startle those inside. Charges were placed on the door, and...

BOOM, BOOM.

The building was breached. Quickly, the Erusians cleared the first floor. Two enemy combatants, but nothing more. Two different stair cases. The separate groups obviously took separate stairs.

Hitting the second floor was a little more difficult. The soldiers were more prepared than the downstairs guards. However, the speed of the Erusians only gave the combatants two shots. One whizzed by a team leads forehead as he was turning the corner. The lead fired two in the business suit-clad man. Another shot hit a soldier near the end of the line in the leg. Luckily, the armor on his thigh stopped the round. Still knocked him down. s**t hurt, seriously. Luckily, the SIA armor took most of the force of the impact, unlike the Kevlar vests they used to have. Unfortunately, a huge bruise would show, and the soldier would be a tiny bit slower than the rest.

Two floors out of four, and the top was going to be the hardest. The Erusians continued their push up...