The boy tries to get out of the hospital bed but he is catch by his mother that hold him tightly in her breast.
*caress head*
“You can rest Owen……Mommy and daddy will do the job for you…..”
“But…….”
*caress head*
“Just…….relax a bit…….When we get there……Mommy will wake you up.”
The heavy eyelids and the gently strokes of his mother make him fall sleep in her arms. The parents looked at each other with a worried expression keeping their voices low to not wake up the small boy.
“Carol…….We need to go.”
“Of course.”
*scratches door*
“(muffled) Fuaaaah…..”
“I think someone wants to get in.”
Jonh goes to gently open the door to his son’s friend.The little dragon came hurling towards Carol’s leg the little dragon glings to It trying to reach Owen that was in her arms.
“Okay…..Just wait a little…..he is sleeping.”
“Fuaah?”
Carol kneels down and shows Phyro Owen soundly sleeping in his mother’s arms. The small dragon gently nudges his friend’s face letting out the same warmth heat that he gave to Jonh.
*picks up*
“Fuahahhaa!!!”
*caress head*
“Sorry bud, but we are quite in a pinch here so let’s be quick.”
They quickly gather Owen’s equipment and sprint out the room. The nurses and medics looked confused but did not hinder their efforts. Outside they found Sam and Mike next to the APC already waiting for them.
*huff huff*
“Nice timing.”
“Shut It Sam.”
Mike looks at Owen in Carol’s arms.
“Is the boy?……”
“He is fine Mike……Just side effects from the medication he will be up in hour or two.”
“Ok…….Let’s get inside.”
Mike gave a signal to the man to lower the bridgde and they all enter the cram space of the ACP. Mike climed up to the turret gunner position. From up there he saw Cris talking with the officer from before.
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“(shout) Tenent!!!!!!”
Cris excuse himself and come running towards the APC. He goes towards the back seeing all his comrads he smiles and enters to join them.
*Lifting bridge*
“Is everything ready!?!?!”
“Ready as It can be, Cris.”
*engine starts*
*vrommmm*
“Jonh, what about your son?”
“He is fine just a little sleepy give him a few hour and he will be back on track.”
*bump*
“I don’t think-”
“I know just belive in him…..he will pull through It.”
The lone APC leaves the supply hub and goes east towards the encircled White house troops. Through the way they saw the red mist covering the houses and buldings of the streets. corpses both friend and foe litter the streets.
*faint explosion*
The little boy squimish in his mother arm as she comforts him.
“Shhhhhh…..Shhhhhhh.”
*bump*
*squeash*
“Fucking hell…..Thats truly a warzone out there.”
“No shit Sam……Remind me a lot what a went throught in Iraq…….Never thought I would see It happen here.”
“Are you okay buddy? Is the PTSD is still kicking?”
“Don’t worry just reflexes If our little buddy pulled through It I can too.”
As the APC drove closer and closer the more intense the combat sound ringed in their ears.
*step step step*
“Halt!!!!! Halt the fucking vehicle!!!!!!”
*pointing gun*
*Vehicle sudden stop*
The driver slammed the brakes of the APC. The vehicle coming inches from the soldiers face.
*huff huff*
“The fuck are you!?!?!”
“We are the relif force. The sargent told us to help.”
The soldier looks at his comades in confusion.
“Sargent? What sargent?”
“Muller. Sargent Muller…….He said you were encircled at the white house and needed someone to save you.”
*lowers gun*
“Good……you can follow me them.”
Mike climed down to inform the others. With no futher instructions on what to do they follow the stranded soldiers.
*step step step*
*vrooom*
“Say It hunter……How did you got this APC?”
“We are a special unit……that’s It.”
“I’am serious…….Not even us infantry have a armoured support. How the fuck do you have them?”
“It’s a long story…….But did you watched a interview…….where they talk with a little boy?”
“Yeah……That hit piece they tri-”
“It’s true…….The little boy is in this APC with my squad.”
*faint grunts*
“Hahaha……Yeah…..Yeah…..If that’s true I want to see with my own eyes…….”
“(faint) Help!!!! I’am wounded!!!!! Wounded!!!!”
The soldiers march came to sudden stop. they crouched down and scam the area.
“The fuck was that?”
“Shhhhhhh……Keep It quiet.”
The soldier that was talking to Mike walks a little infront of the other two. As he walks a little futher he saw the carnage left by a previous battle. Bodies and metal intermingle in nausiating sight. The soldier hold his puke on his mouth.
*looks down sight*
“(faint) Help!!!! Help!!!!”
He scams around for a bit trying to find the source of the sound. But with a qeen eye he saw pass through the deception. A almost intact body as plced in a fetal position simulating a man crying for help.
“(underbreath) Fucking monsters.”
*shot*
*thud*
*explosion*
Calmily the soldier returns to his fellow men.
“What did you do? Was that a explos-”
“Don’t worry just another boobie trap of thouse fuckers……..Just a little step back turn around this corner and we will reach the base of operation.”
“Roger that.”
Following the soldiers the APC turns to a side street away from the bloodshed up ahead. The APC passing through scraping on the side of vehicles and bodies along the way.
*faint stomps*
In minutes they finally reached the base of operations. A werehouse located Nothrwest from the white and ,most worrisome, away from any supply lines. The soldier that was talking to Mike goes to the gate of the bulding.
*toc toc toc*
*Thunder.”
“Clap.”
With this simple code the doors started to open. A wounded soldier came to greet the group.
“So wh are they suppose to be? Hunters? and How the hell do they-”
“I know I know……Just let them inside for a bit……They are the sargent’s relif.”
“Fucking hell.”
With permission granted the APC moves inside the bulding.
*vrooom*
*lowers bridge*
Mike climbs down the turret and goes to towards the exit. But he is stopped by Jonh that grabs hold of his shirt.
“Mike where are we? We have dirverged away from the White house.”
“I know but this is the group that we are suppose to help.”
“What!!?”