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 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 1:02 pm
... The road was in chaos. Flaming Grunts, Jackal's and Brutes ran around the blazing inferno. Pat desided to pick some off while the time was right. The guys below started their jobs too. Machine Gun fire shattered the air as Covenant fell. It wasn't that badly planed for a 12 man team.
O'Connar, good work. Now we just recived word from our boys at HIGHCOM. Our Break through the Covies forces really got them shooken up. So in responce, they are sending out more guys to seek us out. But we're gonna strike first. Get your a** down here so we can go over the plans.
Pat called in on his COM. "Roger that." And started off down stairs.
He made his way over to the building where the Sarge and a few guys were. "Ok O'Connar, here's the details...
The Covies are now trying to make New York their sronghold on Earth. But we're gonna stop them." he said. Layed out before them was a map of the surrounding area. "Now... " he started and japped his finger at the docks. "Luckally, they are too stupid to find out what we can do on the water. We have amphibious support coming from Mannhattan. Sadly, it fell... these guys could barely make it out." His finger drew a path to Time's Square. "Now we have some intel. on their current location and where they are making the drop-offs. It seem's they have Time's Square turned into a fortress. But we'll let the fly-boys take care of that."
Pat thoguth for a moment about the current situation. It didn't sound good.
"Now, What I want you to do is take Steiger, Janack, Zoss, Matia, and Pence to the docks to recon with our backup. from there your going to go here..." his finger traced a path from the docks to the Brooklen bridge. "Now, when you get here, I want you and your boys to blow the Bridge up. This is how they are marching in from Brooklen. Taking this out will cripple their advance."
Pat nodded and saluted.
"Son, I'm not going to see you after this, good luck out there." Said the Sarge and saluted in return. Pat let his hand fall. "Thank you sir." And walked out.
His team was already formed at the door. "Ready to go?" Janack asked. Pat grinned and nodded. "Hell yea..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:11 am
A heavy fog layered through the early morning. Pat, and his team moved swiftly down the New York alleyways, making sure to be as silent as possible.
"So how far untill the docks?" Janack asked.
Pat looked back at him and gave a grin. "To tell you the truth, I have no clue. But from the map, we're probably a mile from the bay."
"I cant see a thing through this damned fog!" Yelled Corpral Jack Chapman. "I know I know, but just keep heading straight. We're boun-" Pat was saying, but was cut off by plasma fire. "Damn it! Get down get down! Chapman, cover the right flank, Janack, get my 6! Watch for ambush."
O'Connar figured somethign abd was about to happen... but only time would tell....
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 2:04 pm
"O'Connar! how many are there?!" Private Zach Silcox called from his post behind a car. Pat let off a few rounds from his SMG. "I don't know!" He ducked quickly to dodge some oncoming fire. He figured the bay was only a little bit away, and they needed to get out of this fog.
"Alright! We're getting out of here. Janack, you've got front, head for that alley!" He said, pointing to the Alley to his right.
Pat moved swiftly to the clearing. The S2 AM Sniper Rifle bobbled up an down on his back as he ran. "Silcox! Chapman! Cover our 6! Lets move people!" He ordered, waving them into the alley.
The wall's closed in on Pat. Making him feel clausterphobic. His Sniper Rifle scrapped the side of the brick wall. This was one hell of a day....
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:37 pm
The night fell onto his small platoon as Pat grabbed a pack of ciggaretts from the front pouch of his armor. "Janack, how long untill my shift for watch?" He asked and blew a cloud of smoke from his mouth.
"I dont know. Wanna go up now?"
Pat took another drag from his cig. "Yea sure I guess..."
He gave a sigh and heaved himslef off the wall he was leaning against and grabbed a BR55 and walked away from the fire towards the area he was suppost to post watch at.
With a last drag, he dropped the ciggarette on the ground and scuffed it into the pavement with his boot. "God I hate this job...." He said to himself, and tried to scope out the last remaining images he could with the dwindeling sunlight....
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 8:53 pm
New York City
O'Connor sat with his back against the brick wall of an old building. He removed his helmet and set it next to him. Scratching at a section of hair, he began to wonder about the remaining squads left in New Yoru.
His throughts were intrupted by a rustle in the alley way to his left.
"Flash!" he called out. He waited for the right responce.
"Thunder!" Replied a voice.
5 units emurged from the alley. One carried a 50cal over his shoulder. Thank god.
"Who's the commanding unit?" Asked one of the 5. From the looks of it, he was a First Sergeant.
"Sir!" Pat saluted. "Sir, we're all Privates. Our Corporal got it in the face a few hours ago."
He snorted and examined the lot of us along the wall. "Well, whats the story private? Why are you all our here?"
Pat rubbed his sore arm. "Sir, we were detached from a 12 man squad. Our Sergeant ordered us to split off and find a squad from the bay. We're camping for the night."
The Sergeant let out a grunt like scoff. "Well, you sure did a good job of finding us. We're from the Bay. Sergent Murphy, 506th, and this is what survivors I could scrounge."
"What happened to you sir?" Pat asked.
"Well, son take a seat. I'll tell you the whole story."
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