Chapter: 21

A Plain Plane Mission
February, 3, 2013
The Officer’s Air Strip, North Carolina
18:32
“Ok men, all of know what to do. Troops, your mission is simple, stay alive, kill as many soldiers you can, and make as much chaos as possible. Drake, your dressed as Ian. Make sure no soldiers see your face, and run the whole other direction as Ian is going. You will go in before Ian to draw more troops to you. Ian, find your way to the packing zone and clime into a crate. Hope that you will not be found before the plane has taken off.” Fabian was saying at base camp about 5 minutes away from the air strip. “Ok now on the way up be sure not to be seen. I will give you 2 more minutes to prepare.” Ian walked away from Fabian. Ian surveyed the landscape, the air strip was long and narrow. It smelled of tarmac and jet fuel. It was secret until 5 days ago. In that time the CIA figured out that supplies for the Officer was being imported and exported from France to American unknowingly by both the American government and the French. “So are you ready Ian?” said Drake McDale from behind him. “You should be that one that’s ready, your impersonating me! If they catch you your as good as dead.” “Whatever it takes to avenge my fallen childhood city.” “Your as about as mad as the Officer as I am aren’t you?” “What do you have ageist the Officer?” “Rumors are flying around that before the Officer’s Army was official that he was behind 9/11 and all the people they caught was just finely paid mercenaries. My Uncle was on that plane, he had taken care of me after… well that’s a story for another time.” “I’m sorry. My mother was in Santa Fe when the raid took place. I don’t know what happened to her.” Then Fabian shouted from behind them. “Ok men! Forum here we march against the Officer now. Tonight” They stepped quietly past the trees, it was more like a marsh then a ocean on this island. The team stepped into deep mud that reeked of kind of smell you can’t exactly describe. Ian heard the Air Strip before he saw it. He heard machines inside, he wasn’t sure of what kind but it was vary nosy. The team spilt into groups, Alpha, Echo, Zulu, and Bravo. Ian was in Zulu with Fabian. Drake was in Alpha who would operate at the other side of the base. “I thought we weren’t trying to take the Air Strip.” Ian commented to Fabian.” “We aren’t we just need to make sure it LOOKS like we are.” Fabian then spoke into his walkie talky. “Echo, Bravo move into positions. Wait for my queue. Alpha, wait until I strike, we will be a deadly finish.” Ian saw in the distance the other 2 squads moving into positions. “Ok now!” 2 explosions sounded and gunfire started. Fabian waited a agonizing 2 minutes then said. “Alpha, Zulu move!” Ian’s team moved with out question and about 100 feet away so did Alpha. Ian’s squad moved to enforce Bravo’s line, and Drakes moved toward Echo. Once they got to the front door, Ian waited until Drake was ready and ran into the Air Strip. A quarter of a millisecond before Ian went in Drake ran in too. Ian stayed out of sight while the other end Drake ran into the thickest of the fight and Frenchmen chased him down going “Overdale, there! Get him!” and “Overdale where, where? I want his bounty!” I have a bounty? Ian thought. He passed behind packing crate, after packing crate. Then Ian saw it a colossal plane, with something in French written on the side (Ian didn’t have time to translate it), and crate after crate has being loaded into it. This had to be Deli Cilgin’s plane, they where loading the crates like crazy, as if the world would end if they didn’t keep loading. Ian sweep across the air strip to the plane, his trench coat, he was wearing, blew behind him. Ian hid behind yet another crate. Ian had to get into a crate unnoticed, that would be hard considering all guards around the plane. Right when Ian came to this conclusion, Drake ran past him in his own trench coat and promptly all the guards went after him shouting. Ian scrabbled into a crate in front of him. He looked over at Fabian a shouted “Retreat! Everyone we’re being pounded too bad!” Then Ian crouched into the crate so no one would have seen him. Then a worker ran to his crate and pounded nails into it and all went into darkness.

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“Wait 15 minutes until you open the crate.” that’s what Fabian had told Ian before the raid started. Ian had been cramped in the box for 10 minutes. To say things simply, Ian got impatient and kicked the crate open. He stood in a cargo hold. A large one too. Ian observed the crates around him, many containing guns, some files, a few, and some food. Ian looked at his own gun. Dismayed he noted he was almost out. Ian went the weapon crates and took a M16, it seemed all the terrorists had outdated guns. Ian inched toward the door at the other end of the room, witch was starting to smell of jet fuel. He waited a minute, then kicked the door open. The room was luxuries, red leather seating, plasma screen TV, granite tabletops. But more importantly, 4 uniformed generals looked up. Ian felt a funny feeling in his chest, they where here. Henro Chu, Julia Bann, Galen Arg, Kindo Gaal, Vihane Hull most of the blacklist was on this plane. Then Ian saw Deli. “Ah, nice for you to join us Overdale!” said Deli in a distinctive Indian accent. “Generals of the Officer’s Army! I Command you to kill him, I do not care of the Officer’s orders. He is to big of a threat! KILL HIM!” Without question all the generals drew guns. Ian darted back and fired his M16. Hull fell, but soldiers started to pour into the room. Ian was backing back into the hold. Hold the hold Ian joked to himself. The generals entered slowly Ian held his gun ready. “Why must you be so? Why is the CIA so dumb? Didn’t he know this would be a meeting for the generals?” asked Arg in a mocking tone. “Oh the CIA is dumb? I think a gathering of ALL the generals on a PLANE is dumb.” Ian retorted. “It dose not matter now. What matters is the swine on my plane, he’s killed Hull, let us kill him slowly.” said Deli. “Well. Did it every occur to you what your standing on?” Ian asked, at the same time pressing a large red button that read SUPPLY DROP. All the generals and most the soldiers flew out of the drop door, Deli held on at a rail while his soldiers flew out. Deli looked up the Ian and said “I’ll see you in the most inconvenient time Overdale!” Then Deli let go and flew out along with the rest.