Leon knew something was up. What, he didn't know, but something was wrong. He felt it, his instincts were telling him to leave, but of course he couldn't. He was a Secret Service Agent, after all. You don't just up and leave on a hunch.
It got worse as they discovered the signals to their satellites were down. Nothing to worry about, they said, probably just getting blocked by something, they said. It'd snap out of it in a minute or two.
It didn't. They set about rebooting the satellites, again, nothing to worry about. Give it an hour or two and everything would be perfectly fine.
It wouldn't.
Leon felt it before it actually happened, knew something horrible was about to take place-
And then things started exploding. What exactly, he wasn't sure, but the satellites had been unable to detect the missiles or whatever they were as they headed for D.C. How many people had been killed in just that one explosion? He didn't want to know.
Now Leon was rushing the president and his staff through the halls to Air Force One before the White House went up in a ball of smoke as well.
He knew they should've left when they had the chance...
It got worse as they discovered the signals to their satellites were down. Nothing to worry about, they said, probably just getting blocked by something, they said. It'd snap out of it in a minute or two.
It didn't. They set about rebooting the satellites, again, nothing to worry about. Give it an hour or two and everything would be perfectly fine.
It wouldn't.
Leon felt it before it actually happened, knew something horrible was about to take place-
And then things started exploding. What exactly, he wasn't sure, but the satellites had been unable to detect the missiles or whatever they were as they headed for D.C. How many people had been killed in just that one explosion? He didn't want to know.
Now Leon was rushing the president and his staff through the halls to Air Force One before the White House went up in a ball of smoke as well.
He knew they should've left when they had the chance...
"Sir, targets have been neutralized. Beginning drop... NOW." The pilot looked over at the paratroopers who were ready to begin the drop from their Drop Plane. They were all ready. Over a hundred drop planes were roaring across the skies, covered by Heavy and Light Fighters of the HRA Air Force. That was over 10,000 Heavy Infantry ready to dish out pain.
Then the doors opened, and the men jumped. They were parachuting into the biggest and well known cities in America. A division of Paratroopers each. On the coast lines, the Battleships shelled the countryside, dealing death with each 18 inch shell they fired.
Turns out that the missiles were launched from Bismarck, Imperium, and Hellraiser. Being Anti Ship missiles, they should work out. They were protected by smaller ships, and a Breaker, which had her missiles ready.
The aircraft carrier Vladimir launched 11 planes. A light drop plane, two Dive Bombers, and eight P-12 Light Fighters. The drop plane carried Vladimir and his men, who were all SS soldiers. And as said before, they were going to cause pain for DC.
The doors opened, and Vladimir laughed. "Love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands. Hands that slap kids around, cus they don't understand how Death or Glory becomes just another story."
And they jumped.
Then the doors opened, and the men jumped. They were parachuting into the biggest and well known cities in America. A division of Paratroopers each. On the coast lines, the Battleships shelled the countryside, dealing death with each 18 inch shell they fired.
Turns out that the missiles were launched from Bismarck, Imperium, and Hellraiser. Being Anti Ship missiles, they should work out. They were protected by smaller ships, and a Breaker, which had her missiles ready.
The aircraft carrier Vladimir launched 11 planes. A light drop plane, two Dive Bombers, and eight P-12 Light Fighters. The drop plane carried Vladimir and his men, who were all SS soldiers. And as said before, they were going to cause pain for DC.
The doors opened, and Vladimir laughed. "Love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands. Hands that slap kids around, cus they don't understand how Death or Glory becomes just another story."
And they jumped.
Leon had shoved everyone roughly into Air Force One, keeping an eye out for anything even remotely dangerous. He banged the side of the helicopter once everyone was in and ran back as it took flight.
Now he was stuck here... Good God, that was a frightening thought. It was then that he saw the paratroopers start to drop and knew that hell hadn't even started to break loose yet.
He ran as fast as his long legs could carry him to the weapons storage, grabbing a sniper rifle, a fully automatic AK-47, and a hundred or so rounds for each. He already had his Colt .45 for close encounters and he stuffed a grenade or two in his coat pockets.
"RORY, RORY, COME IN- FLYERS RIGHT ABOVE US, GET YOUR SKINNY ASS OVER HERE! OVER!"
Now he was stuck here... Good God, that was a frightening thought. It was then that he saw the paratroopers start to drop and knew that hell hadn't even started to break loose yet.
He ran as fast as his long legs could carry him to the weapons storage, grabbing a sniper rifle, a fully automatic AK-47, and a hundred or so rounds for each. He already had his Colt .45 for close encounters and he stuffed a grenade or two in his coat pockets.
"RORY, RORY, COME IN- FLYERS RIGHT ABOVE US, GET YOUR SKINNY ASS OVER HERE! OVER!"
Vladimir was 10,000 feet up when he saw the helicopter take off, and he didn't even wait for it. He unhooked his TAS-3-2 a .50 caliber automatic pistol, and switched it to automatic. It was longer than a regular pistol, with the clip in the front, and a weight in the back. Two people were with him, and they nodded. It was ready.
At 9,000 feet, these three people activated their packs, a burst of fire shooting them across the sky like a slow bullet, moving closer to the helicopter. The other 17 stayed on course, free falling. At 1000 feet they would activate their jump packs, and hit the ground only with enough force to send them to their knees.
Vladimir saw the helicopter, and aimed for it, pulling out his Chainsword. He swung his sword, ripping the blades up, and jumped on the side of the helicopter. It was falling fast, moving all over the place. The two men who were with him jumped on the other two, and planted explosives. One died, but they pushed away and the helicopters exploded. Except for Vladimir's.
He crawled to the cockpit, and open fired on the men, holding his hand on the top of the cockpit. Blood and glass flew out as the bullets killed the people inside. He then kicked in, and ran forward, wanting to kill the men inside. He cut the first guard's head off, then shot the second man in the gut. Both died instantly. He kicked open the door, and threw the president out, before dropping two sticky grenades.
He waited until the helicopter had done a full 180 turn on its side before jumping out, and activating the pack. He shot out, moving at high speeds at around 2,000 feet. Behind him, the helicopter burst into flames, and the president was falling.
At 9,000 feet, these three people activated their packs, a burst of fire shooting them across the sky like a slow bullet, moving closer to the helicopter. The other 17 stayed on course, free falling. At 1000 feet they would activate their jump packs, and hit the ground only with enough force to send them to their knees.
Vladimir saw the helicopter, and aimed for it, pulling out his Chainsword. He swung his sword, ripping the blades up, and jumped on the side of the helicopter. It was falling fast, moving all over the place. The two men who were with him jumped on the other two, and planted explosives. One died, but they pushed away and the helicopters exploded. Except for Vladimir's.
He crawled to the cockpit, and open fired on the men, holding his hand on the top of the cockpit. Blood and glass flew out as the bullets killed the people inside. He then kicked in, and ran forward, wanting to kill the men inside. He cut the first guard's head off, then shot the second man in the gut. Both died instantly. He kicked open the door, and threw the president out, before dropping two sticky grenades.
He waited until the helicopter had done a full 180 turn on its side before jumping out, and activating the pack. He shot out, moving at high speeds at around 2,000 feet. Behind him, the helicopter burst into flames, and the president was falling.
"Oh, sh- RORY!" He yelled once more for the agent he was closest to, locking and loading the sniper rifle. He had nothing better to do- how in the name of God was he going to protect the president now? These guys meant business.
Protect the president...
That was Leon's only goal in life at the moment, he remembered with a rush of adrenaline. How high had the helicopter been? There could still be a chance he could be alive.
A chance, yes, but a chance nonetheless. He slung the sniper rifle across his shoulder for future use and flicked the safety off the AK instead, dashing toward the falling president and gunning down some Russians along the way- that part was like shooting fish in a barrel for him, considering he was the best shot the Secret Service had.
Protect the president...
That was Leon's only goal in life at the moment, he remembered with a rush of adrenaline. How high had the helicopter been? There could still be a chance he could be alive.
A chance, yes, but a chance nonetheless. He slung the sniper rifle across his shoulder for future use and flicked the safety off the AK instead, dashing toward the falling president and gunning down some Russians along the way- that part was like shooting fish in a barrel for him, considering he was the best shot the Secret Service had.
Vladimir hit the ground hard, rolling forward and taking out his gun. The other guy was shot down by the agent, but he didn't care. Two more drop planes were on the way, and they were Heavy Drop Planes. He shouted something into his comms, and instantly, the Stuka Sirens blared loudly. The two dive bombers were heading straight for the capitol building, and some military targets. They fired their cannons, shredding the cars to bits, and blowing up the AA positions with 30mm shells. Each one of them dropped two 1000 pound bombs onto their targets, the ground spewing up dirt from the explosion.
Then the fighters flew down to attack the ground soft targets. 20mm shells flew across the sky, aimed for the defenders. Soon, the White House was riddled with bullet holes and small craters, and Vladimir was running towards it, trying to get the enemy. They weren't too far away, but those guys had reinforcements coming.
"Wait till night. Then we can get them. For now, stay entrenched with me. We will wait until its night, and then the SS will come in," Vladimir jumped behind a broken pillar, looking at the carnage he wrought. The fighters were still strafing the men below, and his 10 men who were left had jumped into cover.
Then the fighters flew down to attack the ground soft targets. 20mm shells flew across the sky, aimed for the defenders. Soon, the White House was riddled with bullet holes and small craters, and Vladimir was running towards it, trying to get the enemy. They weren't too far away, but those guys had reinforcements coming.
"Wait till night. Then we can get them. For now, stay entrenched with me. We will wait until its night, and then the SS will come in," Vladimir jumped behind a broken pillar, looking at the carnage he wrought. The fighters were still strafing the men below, and his 10 men who were left had jumped into cover.
Leon skidded to a halt and his behind one of the SUVs, halted by the fact that he wouldn't be much good to anyone dead.
"Daggett-"
He jumped and almost smacked Rory Redman, a fellow Secret Agent, in the head with the butt of his AK. "Dammit, Rory, don't sneak up on me like that! Not now, of all times!"
"Is anybody alive?"
"You know, I kinda doubt it. I knew something was wrong- okay, look, I don't think there's really a way out of this, do you?"
"The place is crawling with Ruskies, what do you think? Wait a minute, I have an idea!" The younger agent snapped his fingers, his blue eyes lighting up.
"What?" Leon asked, slightly hopeful.
"Let's just offer them a bottle of vodka- they'll love us! OW!"
Leon had slapped him on the back of the head. "Now's not the time for bad jokes, Rory- now shut up a minute, I hear something and we still need to deal with the president."
"Daggett-"
He jumped and almost smacked Rory Redman, a fellow Secret Agent, in the head with the butt of his AK. "Dammit, Rory, don't sneak up on me like that! Not now, of all times!"
"Is anybody alive?"
"You know, I kinda doubt it. I knew something was wrong- okay, look, I don't think there's really a way out of this, do you?"
"The place is crawling with Ruskies, what do you think? Wait a minute, I have an idea!" The younger agent snapped his fingers, his blue eyes lighting up.
"What?" Leon asked, slightly hopeful.
"Let's just offer them a bottle of vodka- they'll love us! OW!"
Leon had slapped him on the back of the head. "Now's not the time for bad jokes, Rory- now shut up a minute, I hear something and we still need to deal with the president."
Vladimir laughed. This would be good.
High above them, a surprise was being unveiled. It was a P-1 Tank Buster, deadly in design. It sported one 45mm minigun, two 40mm cannons, two 23mm cannons, six 50 caliber guns, a Anti Ship bomb, two Hellstrike Ground Attack Missiles, two 1500 pound bombs, ten 100 pound bombs, and two Dart Missile pods. This was what HRA had been hiding for the many years of its existence. At this time, two of these P-1s were flying out to attack.
And he guessed that there would be tanks. Those P-1s were part of a convoy of 30 light fighters, ten heavy fighters, and two Heavy Drop Planes, and twenty Super Heavy Bombers, with forty Escort planes. The bombers would attack New York City, but the rest would go help out Vladimir's attack.
Night began to fall, and he was ready to assault. And he guessed that the agents would be able to get reinforcements.
High above them, a surprise was being unveiled. It was a P-1 Tank Buster, deadly in design. It sported one 45mm minigun, two 40mm cannons, two 23mm cannons, six 50 caliber guns, a Anti Ship bomb, two Hellstrike Ground Attack Missiles, two 1500 pound bombs, ten 100 pound bombs, and two Dart Missile pods. This was what HRA had been hiding for the many years of its existence. At this time, two of these P-1s were flying out to attack.
And he guessed that there would be tanks. Those P-1s were part of a convoy of 30 light fighters, ten heavy fighters, and two Heavy Drop Planes, and twenty Super Heavy Bombers, with forty Escort planes. The bombers would attack New York City, but the rest would go help out Vladimir's attack.
Night began to fall, and he was ready to assault. And he guessed that the agents would be able to get reinforcements.
"Alright, I'm going. They're gonna drop that thing on our heads and it's not gonna end well... I'm going to go see where the president landed, see if he's alive in any shape, form, or fashion. Cover me, Redman- can I trust you?"
"C'mon, Leon. This won't be the first time I've saved your ass."
"Point taken." He tossed his friend a silencer for his rifle and attached one to the muzzle of his AK before creeping stealthily in the direction of the fallen president- at least what he hoped was his direction, if he remembered correctly.
"C'mon, Leon. This won't be the first time I've saved your ass."
"Point taken." He tossed his friend a silencer for his rifle and attached one to the muzzle of his AK before creeping stealthily in the direction of the fallen president- at least what he hoped was his direction, if he remembered correctly.
(Ok)
(Umm... Lets see...)
(Lemme think about this a minute [im way in over my head right now xD I didn't think it'd be this complicated])
(Umm... Lets see...)
(Lemme think about this a minute [im way in over my head right now xD I didn't think it'd be this complicated])
((You got this, man. Lemme reply, though.))
The air was silent for a bit. Nothing could be heard, seen, or felt during that night. It was cloudy, and dark, but some fires burned on. Vladimir, though, knew that the planes would be near. And he heard it. First it was the roar of the propellers that was the Drop Planes. Then it was the roar of the engines of jet fighters.
He saw the men descend from the planes, hitting the ground, and getting back up. Now they could start. All of them ran into the White House, guns at the ready. Vladimir lead that silent charge.
The air was silent for a bit. Nothing could be heard, seen, or felt during that night. It was cloudy, and dark, but some fires burned on. Vladimir, though, knew that the planes would be near. And he heard it. First it was the roar of the propellers that was the Drop Planes. Then it was the roar of the engines of jet fighters.
He saw the men descend from the planes, hitting the ground, and getting back up. Now they could start. All of them ran into the White House, guns at the ready. Vladimir lead that silent charge.
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