Chapter 1
The Sound of Gunfire thunders throughout the Area, Tanks and Raven going through. "Rookie! Head Down!" said Sergeant Bellaine. "Sorry Sarge! kinda difficult looking through this Bucket" said Bozeman the two Soldiers continue shooting at the Indie Forces. "Dammit! where is the F--king Choppers!" yells Hank. Bozeman pulls out his Sniper and picks off 3 UIR Troopers. But then an Indie Sniper fires at Bozemans' Helmet. "GAAH" screams the Rookie dropping his Lancer and to his knees. Bellaine tears off the helmet of the downed COG to reveal a 22 year old with curly blonde hair. "Get up Soldier!" commands the sergeant while he picks up the young Soldier. "Your lucky these are the M3 Helmets! can stop a sniper once! But Two" the sergeant hands the Rookie his Lancer. "Now, Get Back to Work!" commanded the Sergeant. "Yes Sir" the Young Gear said back. The Two returned to firing at the Indie Troops. "Whiskey Team! Whiskey Team! this is Control!" buzzed the comlink in the two Cogs Ears. "Control this is Whiskey, What do ya got for us?" asked the Bellaine. "Were getting word of these massive holes popping up from the ground, were sending a King Raven to get you and your Squad" said Control. "Massive Holes? is it Indie?" questioned the Sergeant. "Not Sure, anyways take out the remaining Indie Soldiers for a Clean LZ." said Control. "Copy That, Over and Out." said the Sergeant. Then the Two went back to shooting.
The Sound of Gunfire thunders throughout the Area, Tanks and Raven going through. "Rookie! Head Down!" said Sergeant Bellaine. "Sorry Sarge! kinda difficult looking through this Bucket" said Bozeman the two Soldiers continue shooting at the Indie Forces. "Dammit! where is the F--king Choppers!" yells Hank. Bozeman pulls out his Sniper and picks off 3 UIR Troopers. But then an Indie Sniper fires at Bozemans' Helmet. "GAAH" screams the Rookie dropping his Lancer and to his knees. Bellaine tears off the helmet of the downed COG to reveal a 22 year old with curly blonde hair. "Get up Soldier!" commands the sergeant while he picks up the young Soldier. "Your lucky these are the M3 Helmets! can stop a sniper once! But Two" the sergeant hands the Rookie his Lancer. "Now, Get Back to Work!" commanded the Sergeant. "Yes Sir" the Young Gear said back. The Two returned to firing at the Indie Troops. "Whiskey Team! Whiskey Team! this is Control!" buzzed the comlink in the two Cogs Ears. "Control this is Whiskey, What do ya got for us?" asked the Bellaine. "Were getting word of these massive holes popping up from the ground, were sending a King Raven to get you and your Squad" said Control. "Massive Holes? is it Indie?" questioned the Sergeant. "Not Sure, anyways take out the remaining Indie Soldiers for a Clean LZ." said Control. "Copy That, Over and Out." said the Sergeant. Then the Two went back to shooting.