Matt sighed sadly, it told Bag the answer before he even spoke. “Well our Stealth Hawk was shot down…along with all the fighters. The Navy hit them hard… We found Lieutenant Wang…he’s alright, but we couldn’t find anyone else.”
Dade and Shields passed each other troubled glances at the comment. “Damn…”
Bag continued. “What about Cholius’ team?”
Matt exhaled loudly into the radio. “They’re fine too… the Stealth Hawk managed to drop them off before it got shot down…he went out of his way to do that too. I guess I can’t talk shit about pilots anymore.”
Bag sighed in relief. “Yeah… I’m just glad the rest of you are all good… Where are you guy’s right now?”
“We’re still in Congressional Hall. We’ve just kind of barricaded ourselves inside with the rest of those Air Force people. No one’s tried to mess with us for the last few minutes, but before that we had a lot of looters coming around, and before that the Navy traitor assholes tried to storm back in… Speaking of that, kind of low on ammo.”
Brett cut into the conversation with a burst of excitement and relief. “Matt? Bag? Thank God! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the last hour! Are you guys alright?”
Bag responded. “Yeah Brett, were all good. I think it’s safe to say the Sempra threat has been taken care of…and I think my nose is broken.”
Brett sighed in relief again. “Good to hear that… Uh, not about your broken nose though. Now, I’m sending some units in to extract you, they should be there in a less than twenty minutes. Be ready for a quick extract, roger?”
The whole team shook their heads sternly in NO at Brett’s comment. Jon pulled a crushed cigar from his pocket, lit it with his old fluid lighter, and then glared at Bag. “My nose is broken too, asshole…”
James laughed and leaned his back against a metal crate. “I think what Jon is trying to say is…we can’t leave this city like this. We still have a job to do.”
Captain Shields glanced over at his fighter then back to the group. “I don’t know how much good a single fighter is, but shit I’m already here.”
Dade nodded and crossed his arms. “I’ll pick up a rifle and keep my boots on the ground for now, haven’t used those skills in a while anyways. That ok with you, James?”
James smiled and handed Dade one of the mercenaries rifles from off the ground. “More than ok, man.”
Jon took a couple long puffs off of his cigar. “Actually James, I just meant my nose was also broken and Bag didn’t give me any credit…like usual...but fuck it, I’m not leaving this city until the battle is won.”
The team all looked up toward Bag expectantly. Bag glanced about the utter devastation of the city, and heard the distant whine of police sirens, and the staccato noise of distant gun fire. The nation had fallen apart in a matter of hours, and it would take weeks, if not longer, to repair the damage that had been done. However, it’s not like they had anything else going on. They were US soldiers and this was their job. To defend their republic from all threats. They had a job to do, and they were going to do it.
Brett continued over the radio. “Bag? Bag, are you still there?”
Bag keyed his radio, and flatly responded. “We’re not leaving, Brett.”
Brett sighed deeply. “Yeah, I somehow knew you’d say that…”
“General, the city is in anarchy and we already have boots on the ground. I’m going to need a supply drop, new tanks, armored transports, helicopters, fighters, and the whole 75th Ranger regiment! Everything and anything you can get me.”
Matt cut in. “General, it’s pretty safe to say we all agree with Bag on this one. We can’t leave until this is finished. It wouldn’t be right any other way.”
Brett snorted a laugh. “I know that arguing with you all over this is just going to frustrate me…so fine. I’ll be sending the 75th and everything else I can muster… and I’ll let you know when the supply drop is in-bound. Give them hell, Krieger. Patriot out.”
Bag secured the radio and walked over next to the two dead mercenaries where his original rifle had been dropped, slid in a fresh magazine, and shouldered it. Jon likewise did the same and grumbled over to him sarcastically. “So… What? Were gonna hunt down and take on all the traitors by ourselves?”
Bag checked the magazine on his pistol and shrugged. “Yeah, something like that. You opposed?”
Jon took a puff off his cigar and laughed. “Not in the slightest. I still haven’t beat the fuck out of someone for shooting me in the chest, or for my nose… I’m still really fucking pissed about that.”
Bag smirked at him, and then stared out over the war torn city. “Yeah… Everyone gear up… It’s time to end this.”
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Stand by for the second act Krieger Platoon: Shadow of Earth is in production…
The war for the United States takes a turn for the unexpected; Bag and Sarah Briar are forced to leave Krieger in order to discover the truth behind the mischievous motives of the American traitor forces.
As Bag struggles to maintain his own sanity, the two begin to find clues not only hinting at the whereabouts of his long lost family, but also at the existence of a malicious and powerful organization working in the shadows of the old world.
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