Christopher, as he was exiting the tunnle with James and Damien, saw a large group of Western soldiers.

"Hang on guys, I got this." Before the soldiers could even acknowledge their prescense, they were vaporized by a beam from the R-7. "All clear, boys. Move up."

"How exactly are we getting evaced?"

"My friend Jamie should be here any second now. She'll take us out on a heli. Once we're back at the base, you're getting that wound checked out."

"Ok then...I just want to get outta here."

Suddenly, a loud WOKKA-WOKKA-WOKKA came from overhead. A helicopter landed in front of them. Christopher jumped in first, shouting, "Shotgun!" as he hopped in beside Jamie. "Well? What are you waiting for, get in!"

Damien helped James into a seat, then climbed aboard. His armor caused the helicopter to sink a couple inches into the ground. "Sorry, heavy duty badass coming onboard." Damien joked as his helmet slid into the collar of his armor. He crashed into a seat. "Alright, alls-aboard who's coming aboard." Then remembering something from yesterday- "Hey, Chris, where's my promotion?" He joked.

"Oh, right, Lieutenent. You didn't think I was joking, did you?" Christopher asked as he pinned a Lieutenant badge on Damien's shoulder.

Sighing, James simply remarks "I miss northern Asia...Otherwise known as Russia to you people."

"Yeah. I suppose drinking Vodka is something to be missed," he said jokingly.

"Boys? You guys wanna leave, or not?" asked Jaimie.

"Oh, right. Take us home, bab-OW! What was that for?"

Chuckling, James added "Oh, yes the Vodka was quite good, But you also got that spunk from the women."
He pulled a picture from a completely untouched ammo pouch, and looked at it closely...
"If only they hadn't transferred me."

"Ah, the post-girlfiend sadness." Christopher muttered as he pulled a butterfly knife out of his pocket. "I've had it before. It sucks ass." He then began flipping the knife around and doing tricks with it. Jamie caught the knife in midair.

"Don't do that! I could get cut! And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No, not at all," he said, stowing the knife, "I would hate that."

"Well, you know, I got a complaint from the freaking SCRUB in our squad. I felt like shooting that bastard there and then for the life he was separating me from...I would kill the entire Western army just to get back over to her..." James sounded aggravated and sad at the same time.

"That gives me an idea. You know, since I'm pretty high up in the ranks, I can ask the general to give us a mission."

"Yes..."

"And I can send us on a mission to anywhere in the world."

"And..."

"Well, I can get us a mission that can get you your girl back, give me a chance to show off to Jamie, let Damien crack more jokes, AND kill a bunch of Wetern soldiers. Cool, huh?"

Damien smiled. "I dunno about you guys, but that sounds pretty good to my silver tongue and my guns!" He put his hands behind his head and streched out. "So, when do we start convincing the general?"

"Good plan, but one flaw, We would be fighting in Pestrostrovic Square. Trust me, I've been reading their missions, keeping myself updated. We would be going up against the drunks, yes they would be rather drunk off of that Vodka, but there would still be alot of them." James said, looking about. "But other than that, its bulletproof."

"Psh. We've got two guys in Bersark, and one in T-51b. You really think they can beat us?" Christopher, seeing as the chopper had landed, jumped off, and said, "I'm gonna go talk to the General. I'll see you guys later." He then pulled the knife out again and started flipping it around. Jaimie simply sighed.

"Men."

"Well, its been fun, I best see a doc and a mechanic about these breaches in my armor." James hopped off, and began to walk toward the medical area.

Sometime Later
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James goes to his quarters, and thinks inside the very plain room he is supposed to sleep in.

Christopher leaned into the doorway of the General's office. "Erm... permission to enter, General Buonfiglio?"

"Yes?"

"I was wondering... could me and my buddies go on a mission to Pestrostrovic? Sergeant James has some... buisness to clear up."

"Wait, you're asking for a mission? In that case, go ahead!" The general turned to the computer and began typing. After a few moments, he turned back around and said, "Alright Lieutenant. You boys leave in two days." Christopher saluted the General and walked out.

James sits in his quarters, thinking deeply. He should probably go tell Chris to pack a few extra helmets...

Nikolia found himself back at base repairing his equipment, his Mac 10 had a malfunction which caused the bullets to not eject out of the gun properly.

"I cant believe that guy got away."

Christopher checked his watch and noticed that it was 10:00 at night. He walked into his sleeping quarters and layed down on the bed. As he did, he heard a faint noise coming from under it. He looked down and saw an African mouserat, a new species that was the result of a mouse and a rat drunk on fermented berries. He reached down to pick it up and take it outside, but It clamped on to him with it's large jaws. "Son of a-" he shouted as he kept trying to grab it. He was just about to get it when he fell off and bumped his head on the floor. He got up on his hands and knees and reached under once again, ignoring the pain that was caused by the mouserat's teeth in his arm. He pulled it out and ran over to the window, chucking it into the grass. "Phew. Good riddance."

James looked about hearing something in the distance. He soon dismissed all thought, and fell asleep.

Christopher couldn't get to sleep. He decided to walk down to the firing range to get in some practice with his R-7. He fired a few shots at some tagets, when suddenly his weapon exploded in his hands, sending him flying back into a wall. He stood up and rubbed his head. "Doc is gonna kill me for this," muttered Chris as he went to the weapon rack and picked up his MG, activating the soundproofing systems as not to disturb anyone.

James wakes up, and suits up. He soon exits his quarters.

---The next day---

Christopher knocked on Damien's door.

"Wake up, buddy! I got us some intel for our mission!"

Damien stretched, rose out of bed, and put on some clothes. he yawned once more and opened the door. "What's up Chris? What do I gotta know?"

"Here's what you gotta know: it turns out that this ain't gonna be a regular mission. Instead of dropping in, command wants this to be an infiltraton." He held up three cloaking modules and gave one to Damien. "Also, it turns out that Pestrostrovic has been evacuated because of a mouserat outbreak. That'll make this easier on that hand. On the other hand..." Christopher paused. "The place is going to be bombed tomorrow at 21:00 to get rid of all of the bastards. If we don't get there in time... well, let's just say our careers will end a bit prematurely." He looked over to James, who had just walked out of his quarters. "I don't want to tell him this, but I have to." He walked down to him and broke the news.

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Damien walked over to his suit and began installing the cloaking device. "Hey, Chris, did we get the new radar and optic camo ones, or did we get the crap radar only ones?"

TIMESHIFT!!!
In the plane, about to drop...
"Alright, everyone good to go?" Damien asked. "Alright, we have 'til 21:00 until this place is bombed to hell. I don't understand why they're bombing the place, destroying the buildings and what not, but eh, whatever works, right?"

Christopher sat down on the bench, holding a high-powered assault rifle and wearing a set of Soldier armor to break up the pace a bit. Next to him sat Damien, James, and Jamie, who was wearing a set of Scout armor.

"Alright, squad. When we drop in, we head down to he shopping center on the northeast side of the square. Once we're there, we will search the building for codename "Sweetheart." Ooh-rah?"

"One thing," asked Jamie. "Why is she called 'Sweetheart?'"

"She used to be James' girl before he had to-" he stopped mid-sentence, noticing a look of sadness on James' face. "Right. Sorry."

Damien smiled maliciously. "So, Chris, what happened to that radiation rifle you were so proud about? Why didn't you bring it along?" He rolled his neck, impatient for the drop.

"Ah, yes. The R-7. Well, to put it in Layman's terms, it blew up." He cocked his assault rifle. "I'm pretty angry, but Doc says he'll have it fixed it no time at all." Suddenly, the green light flashed, and he pilot spoke.

"Dropping in 3... 2... 1..." the floor opened up, and they fell onto the street.

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The city was empty, save the chatter of the soldiers who were meant to search the area to make sure no one was remaining. Christopher screwed a silencer onto his weapon.

"Ready?"

With a loud clunk from his armor, James lands in a kneel.
"Ready as I ever will be."
He pulled out is 5.56 Assault Rifle, and made sure that it had a silencer.

"Switching to energy pulse weapons." Damien said. "These suckers don't even make a sound, and are hypersonic. Plus, they use little energy, so I could shoot one forever and a day, and still have half a tank. Damn, how I love technology." He checked the cloaking device. "Oh, nothing but the best for us, eh? These little guys have everything: Optic camo, radar deflection, and bend light!" Placing a rock where he had landed, he activated the cloaking device. "Hah. One fake meteor crash, done." Just in time, Damien escaped. some soldiers came to look, oohing and ahing at the rock.

James began to walk the streets around Pestrostrovic square. He heard the sound of shots being fired.
"Hello? Any Friendlies, please Identify, or I will fire."
"James?" a familiar voice echoed from down the street.
"Silvia?"
"Your still kicking, eh? How was Europe? Russia is beginning to get a little hectic. That fat ass who got you sent out got his brains splattered all over a wall. Snipers are like roaches."
"So Richardson is dead? Let me guess, fifty cal. meets face?"
"Yep, anyway...We have a battle to fight in the square...I was sent with a squad to flank..." Silvia steps from the shadows, revealing that she is in a suit of T51-b, her hair dark brown. She gestured to three corpses on the snow lined street, wearing downgraded Berserker armor, small pieces of gray matter splattered on the wall, and fine pools of blood soaked into the snow around their head.
"Sniped?" James sounded disgusted, even beyond the helmet.
"Yes sir. Had to take the sniper out my self...Got a nice piece while I was at it." She said, pulling out an old .375 revolver from her holster.
"We need to get you out of here, command wants this place bombed. C'mon!" James gestured for her to follow, but she stayed put.
"I need to save my men..." She said, pointing through a cracked window of a nearly destroyed building. "Those machine guns are keeping them pinned. If we can get back there...We might just save some lives." She looked rather serious.
Together they slunk through the empty street.
"Chris? I have Silvia...We're en route to flank a machine gun position that has pinned down a platoon of soldiers...It also has artillery on the roof. How much time do we have?" James said over the radio.