With the crew ready and the darkness filling every street of the capital the crew drive south to meet with the moutaineers. Using the low visibility as cover they drive quietly beteween the lines of the military. Avoiding their patrols they were only a couple miles from the Lincon Memorial.

*vrooom*

*rustling paper*

“I think we should stop here, Cris.”

“But we don’t have any night vision equipment…..We should at least be next to It.”

“(muffle) Hey!!!! Hey!!!! Stop the vehicle!!!!”

*sudden breaks*

“What’s the matter Mike?”

“Look at the sky!”

Jonh and Cris squinch their eyes and extend their necks to see what was going through the windshield.

*sizzle sizzle*

*blinding light*

“Ahhhhh….What the heck are thouses?”

“Flares…..Spotting flares.”

As they were talking faint sounds of gunshots could be heard and bullet tracers were bouncing in the night sky.

*radio static*

*faint gunshots*

*grunts*

*screams*

“(radio) Fucking hell!!”

*reloads*

*shot shot shot*

*pop pop pop*

“That’s Ben….”

“(radio) This is a emergency!!!! I reapeat a emergency!!!! The skinwalkers have breached our backlines!!!! I need support quick!!! We ain’t gonna hold for much longer!!!!

*pop pop pop*

“(radio) For god’s sake please be quick!!!! We are getting killed here!!!”

“We are coming-”

“He can’t hear us Jonh this is a one way conversation.”

“So we need to get moving.”

*starts engine*

“Wound’nt this just attract more attention to us, Cris?”

"Don’t worry One or two more humvees will not expose us.”

*vrooom*

“If this is the US military supply and men are priorities. They will pull back to the Lincon memorial in no time.”

*accelerates*

“Hope your bet becomes true Cris.”

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In no time They were at the battle grounds of the denfense. Soldiers, hunters and militia men a like scramble to make a defensible position inside the Lincon memorial.

*closes door*

“Everyone’s ready?”

“Best It can be.”

“Sure thing tenent.”

“Affirmative sir.”

“Let’s get them Cris.”

As they all hurried over to the Lincon memorial Jonh take out Owen’s dog tag and toss It to a random location.

*step step step*

“What was that honey?”

“Nothing…..Just spent brass.”

Just as they got closer to the Lincon memorial they could see a a few vehicle comming from the obelisk and passing through the giant reflecting pool. their lights glimmer as the garrison at the memorial shined their spotting light at the water. The vehicle filled with holes and people all park in front of and started loading of their equipement and wounded. In no time soldiers from the memorial descend to the stairs to help.

*heave-ho*

*chatter chatter*

“Ahhhhh!!! Ahhh!!!”

“Becarefull!!! Wounded!!! Wounded!!!”

“Carry the ammo quick!!!!”

“What happened over there!?!?!?”

“Hundreds!!!!! No Thousends….Out of no where!!!”

*coughs blood*

With no effort Owen and his crew blend into the crowd of desperate people. In the mits of the caotic situation Mike notices the ensigna of the green mountaineers. He pulls over Jonh and his family alongside Sam and Cris to that person.

*heave-ho*

“Hey green mountaineers!!!”

The men turns in confusion. But As soon as he sees Mike’s face he smiles and goes to talk with him.

*drops crate*

“Vet!!??! How are you alive?!?!”

“What do you mean?”

“They said a building collapse in your head and your platton.”

“Well you are not seeing any ghosts……Do you know where Ben is?”

“He went inside the memorial…..”

*pat on shoulder*

“Thanks pal”

Mike and the crew hurried over inside asking everyone about a man with the mountaineers insigna.

While Mike and the others search for the mountaineers leader Ben was talking with the garrison officer and reporting what he saw.

“We must abandon this location right now!!!”

“Hunter…..If we fall back the supplies lines are gonna get expose…..”

*chatter chatter*

“I don’t care we must fall back to the other side of the river or this will be a bloodbath!!!”

*knoc knoc knoc*

“Ben!!! Ben are you in there!!!??”

*Opens door*

“Vet….”

The officer’s face went white as he sees Mike and the rest of the group.

“Vanguard……How in the hell…….”

“Are you the garrison commander?”

“Yes……of course.”

“What are doing…..It’s caos out there…..The soldiers don’t have a lead on what to do?!?!?”

“We are waiting for reinforcement……”

“Understand now vet…..This fuckers want this to be our tombs. I will get my man and get the hell away from here.”

Ben turns away to leave the room but Mike grabs him by the shoulder.

“We make a strategic retreat….Make them pay for every inch of ground.”

“Huh….Like that will even work.”

“What about the reinforcements they would be cut off If we leave this side of the river.”

“Thats why we hold. If they don’t come we evacuate. Have you a lead time till their arrival?”

The officer looks down at his watch.

“We got 2 hours….”

“What do you think, Ben?”

“………Fine. But If I think things will get dirty I will be the first to pull out.”

With both, although hesitantily, agreeing with Mike’s plan he rushed to the outside to help organized the defenses.

The soldiers outside were desmotivated and in the blink of breaking. The sluggish work on the defense preparation made Mike take a desperate measure. He takes up a megaphone and starts shout orders.

*heave-ho*

“We are fucked.”

*grasp family photo*

“Man this battle is not yet lost!!!!! Grab your rifles and tools and ready thouse defenses!!!! I’am the “vanguard” commander and just like me and my platton help is on the way!!!!”

The soldiers lift their heads to see the crazy men talking up stairs. but they all watched in awe as they saw the unit that was supposedly dead appear in front of their eyes. While Mike continued to motivate the troops Owen climed up Lincon’s statue sitting a top the president’s arm.

“He is right we can do this!!!!”

“Fuaaaaah!!!!”

“(collective) hurrah!!!”

The voice of the Owen echoed in the hearths and minds of the soldiers and hunters. The motivational speech although short was enough to get things back to work. Now even the officers and common soldiers worked alongside with hunters.

*pat on shoulder*

“Nice one Mike.”

“Let’s get to work just like your son.”

“Right away sir.”

The group dispatched cover as much holes in the defenses as possible.

“Phyro.”

“Fuaaah.”

*takes flight*

Owen taking the iniciative to scout through Phyro’s camera how much they were facing.

“(radio) Phyro….Let me see them.”

“Fuaaah.”

The Little dragon Flies in circles like a gunship to show his friend what was down there.

“20…..100……1000……1500……2500”

“(shout) Owen got of their numbers?”

“(shout) 2500 uncle Mike.”

“(shout) All with guns?”

“(shout)…….yes.”

The boy looks again at the screen.

“(shout) Uncle Mike they are moving.”

“(shout) Estimate?”

“(shout) 5 minutes.”

“(shout)Thank you….Keep the good work Owen.”

*thumbs up*

*shuffle shuffle*

*beep*

“Prepare the flares…..We have five minutes.”

“(radio) Yes sir.”

*chambers round*