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On forum: 02/20/2010
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Sorry, deleted previous chapter 17, fixed <h1>HUGE</h1> typo, surprised no one spotted it. Working on Chapter 18 atm.|
Sage sat down at the bunkers radio. Shadow had ducked off to empty out a stash that he had built nearby. Ammo and meds, he said it contained. Ivan was trying to talk Smiley out of some of the bunkers medical supplies and ammo, along with some food, with cash compensation for the lost items. Sage tuned the radio to a frequency and toggled the transmit switch.
“Hello, anyone there?”
“If you don’t know if anyone’s here, then you shouldn’t be on this frequency.” The radio squawked back at him.
“This Duty Comms?”
“What’s it to you?”
“This is Sage.”
“Sage? Ah, shit, wait a minute, I’ll get the General.”
Sage sat at the radio for a minute before it came back to life.
“Sage, long time no hear. Did my messenger arrive?”
“Nice to hear from you too General Voronin. He’s alive, but looks like he got caught out in poor cover during the emission. The scientists are dealing to him as we speak.”
“Good, I’ll send some of my people out there. What’s that message about? Freedom sent it to us with instructions to forward it to you.”
Sage told Voronin everything that had happened in the past two days, including the Military’s hidden agenda.
“So, Sage, did the Military really shoot them?”
“Looks like it. And using NATO weapons, make it look like the Mercs did.”
“Son of a bitch...” Voronin lapsed into about 30 seconds of swearing before regaining the ability to speak normally. “What’s your next course of action?”
“As far as we know, 5 of the original 19 children are still alive, and the Mercs have taken them somewhere, probably Dead City. That’s where we’re heading. Freedom is hunting Reaper as we speak, so they’ll probably head for the Dead City as well. But after Wild Territory, we’re not going to hand them over to the Military: we’ll need to get them out some other way. Can we count on your help?”
“I’ll talk to the other commanders. If Freedom’s involved, they might be hesitant.”
“You have contacts with the Military that Freedom doesn’t. Find out what the Military wants, their agenda, and stall them. I’ve got a feeling they’re going to be breathing down our necks a lot more now.”
“You know if I start asking questions, my contacts are going to know that we know. This sounds and smells big: The USS is definitely involved, so is the Kremlin. Probably several foreign governments as well, judging by Mercenary involvement. If I start asking, I’m liable to get my nose bitten off. We might have to use Sid and his contacts here; it seems too risky for Duty.”
“In that case, we might as well walk them out of the Zone ourselves. Alright, talk to your other commanders, get their opinion. If you can, try and stall the Military, distract them, mislead them, whatever. Just try and keep them off my guy’s backs. If you can spare any spare men, I’ll appreciate it.”
“Can you get any other help from other sources Sage?”
“Bandits; don’t trust them at all with this full stop. Loners, expensive to hire, can’t guarantee they’ll stay quiet. Mercenaries; same with the Bandits, and they’re probably working for the other side as well. No, it’s only Duty and Freedom that I’m counting on getting help from. I don’t trust anyone else.”
“Alright, I’ll talk to the other commanders about this. I know most of them should come round and will support you, but there are a few who will need to be persuaded. Real hard heads.”
“Voronin, knowing how hard you head is, then these guys must have reinforced concrete heads covered with titanium plating, several inches of it.”
“Yeah, that probably sums it up. Alright, I’ll get back to you in an hour’s time then?”
“Sorry, won’t do. As soon as were done here, we’re heading north through the Yantar factory. And you know how much that plays havoc with radio signals, even with the emitter disabled. You’ll have to forward the message to Freedom, and then get them to transmit it to us. If they give you trouble, remind them you relayed their message. I know Lukash; he’ll play ball.”
“I know. I signed the reduce in combat operations with Freedom since they started guarding watched the barrier. Time goes on, and Duty and Freedom start reaching cease fire agreements. First Rostok/Warehouses, then Yanov. What will happen next?”
“Only time will tell. And speaking of time, we’re on a deadline, and we don’t know the expiry date, so we should get moving.”
“Alright Sage, I’ll let you know ASAP.”
Sage killed the power to the radio and leaned back in the chair.
“Finished Sage? I’ve got a few extra rations and supplies from Smiley, along with a replacement chest plate.”
“Good Ivan.” Sage replied, standing up. “Shadow got back yet?”
“No, he said he’d be about 20 minutes. The stash wasn’t far.”
“Alright, we’ll wait for him outside the Bunker.”
Sage and Ivan walked outside the bunker and waited on the hillside, out of the lake. It only took 5 minutes, before Shadow showed back up with another backpack.
“5.56mm ammo, medical supplies, food, some grenades, a few artifacts. The usual.”
“What artifacts Shadow?”
“Wrenched, Eye, and Soul. You’ll need them. I’ve already got mine in the containers.”
Sage took the artifacts and put them into the containers on his suit, while Shadow and Ivan distributed the new supplies among their packs. Once done, they shouldered their packs and turned towards the Yantar factory.
“Dead City then? How far?” queried Ivan.
“About as far as it took us to get from Rostok to Yantar. Probably 40 minutes running, but the road isn’t safe, so it’ll take longer. Hour 20 more like. Don’t think the Merc’s came this way, else they’ve been spotted on the various cameras the scientists setup around here. They most likely took the northern path.”
“So why did we take the southern path Sage?”
“Good question Ivan. The Merc’s would have left an ambush party behind them. With so few safe paths, you’re forced to walk into them. With luck Reaper still believes we’re in Rostok, and they’re in Dead City by now. Dead City is their base, so that’s where they’ll stop next. And coming in from the South, we can flank them, and hopefully take them by surprise. Freedom will come in from the East, from the Warehouses, and hopefully distract them for us. Sounds like a plan?”
“Alright Sage, let’s do this. I’ve got a Military Colonel to shoot after this.” Said Ivan, double checking the safety.
“I’ve got to shoot Reaper after this as well.” Added Shadow.
“Shadow, we’ll end up forming a 100 man firing squad for Reaper once this is over, if he survives. Complete with Duty and Freedom.” Sage replied, heading at a light jog towards the Yantar factory, and the Dead City beyond it.
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