Army of the Damned

CHAPTER 10

"Expect heavy rain showers in the coming days as the cold front coming all the way down from Russia and Japan enters-" as the endless sounds of rain droplets hitting the roof of his Rolls Royce drowns out even the OLED TV inside, the middle aged man in his Armani suit looks out to the downpour in the dark night through the safety of his limousine. "And with the expected rise in STAR market means we might rake in an extra billion next month. Dude, we need to expand into the States. They might not be the top dog anymore, but they still have that leftover Pre-war economy."

Though his friend was talking to him on the phone, his eyes were outside. On the train station where wives and grandmothers and sisters were crying and bawling even in the center of the heavy rain at night. "Bro... bro... are you listening?" he shakes his head, looking in front of him. With fine wood paneling and neon strips, the heater was in full blast as the pouring rain only became worse. "Y-Yeah. Look, Wil. I'll talk to you later, alright?" With a sigh on the other side, he puts down the call as a Caterpillar Dozer slowly rolls past his blacked out Phantom with chrome rims. Throwing the muddy water on its polished paint, yet his eyes didn't waver from the women on the platform.

On the back, were their husbands and grandmothers and brothers left without a family member. Just sitting idly by on the stone path with Rosaries and Crosses. Praying to themselves as he notices a young teenage man with a missing arm, still in the Asian Coalitions HEXCAM fatigues. Rushing towards the men and asking them. His medals flung brightly from the light and a disappointed face loomed over him. "Jose, bring me to the parking lot to the station."

Blue Xenon headlights soon came to the station, the kid fully drenched in water as he saw the extremely expensive limousine drive up to the entrance. Its tinted windows on the rear's passenger side lowers and a hand gestures for him to come closer.

Walking towards it, the late middle aged man in back donning a suit that's worth an entire house and lot looked at him. "Kid, what're you doing here, this late at night? Do you need anything?" he then points to the large Dozer parked on the road. "Good evening, sir! I am looking for a Tankist! I can barely drive it over the pontoon bridge to my village and the LGU only gave me three days to operate it!" looking over to the thirty ton yellow monster, the older man sighs as he looks at the missing arm of the young man. He couldn't be older than sixteen. "Don't worry. I got an idea."

"Oh! You know someone sir?" He then leans into his limousine and takes an umbrella as he hands his overcoat to the child. "Take it." the kid didn't know how to react, just standing still. "What? You think your wound badge is gonna look better when it's all rusted? Step aside." The door then automatically opens and he walks towards the large Dozer. "Sir! Do you know how to drive this? Were you a soldier?"

He looked over to the kid and gave him a big smile. "I was... and a tanker too. You're lucky, you know that?" He then hops over to the cab and looks at the dash with its automatic transmission. "Huh. This is actually easier than the Black Eagle."

Taking the Dozer into the main road, he made sure to open the beacon lights to warn the cars of the large vehicle in the dark night though the countryside road was deathly empty. "Where did you serve?" The kid who was standing with his back against the door looked at the finely suited man. With polished cap toe Oxfords made in Italy stepping on the pedals of the heavy machine, he operated it as if it was a mere toy car.

"Syria... then Turkey." he just nods as he soon drives off the main road and down a dirt path where his Rolls Royce didn't follow. "I served in Myanmar... then Syria and ended in Turkey. Did some peacekeeping in Japan and the United States afterwards." the young man looked at him with sparkling eyes, making the man just shake his head as they soon reached a pontoon bridge. There, Combat Engineers stop them as one of the soldiers climbs up to the cab.