VOLUME 2 Chapter 8

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With opened jaws and faces of astonishment, John removes his Air Force Cap. Wiping his silky smooth black hair styled like a swede man from the 70s. "Looks like they'll make it..." Trevor on the other hand in his black uniform had his arms crossed, boot tapping the rubber mat floor of the tent as they both watched the live feed of the thermal camera from the drone.

Without hesitation, the skeletal black ops soldiers jumped into the pair of parked boats and started them up, with the mounted M2 Browning and M134 Miniguns, they lit up the forest. The sheer amount of firepower cut down even the thickest trees and turned bushes into plumes of smoke as the tracer rounds started small fires. A laser-like trail of bullets hit the soil, with some bouncing off into the far beyond and throwing up dirt as the RHIBs prepared to make its exit out. "Ha! Get that thing into gear and go!" leaning in forward as his finger began to tap his shoulder, the boat began to make space between it and the swampy edges of the forest.

"Armed Predator drones are within range. We're firing off two rockets first... though we should be saving these, I guess it's going to be worth it... I hope." As the two boats' weaponry churned up the greenery of the forest, tearing apart small trees and decimating thick bushery, two Hellfire rockets flew straight into the forest, their trails lit up the night sky as it arched into the last known location of the attacker. "YES! DIE MOTHERFUCKER!"

Unable to quench his excitement, Trevor jumped in place as he punched the air and lifted up his fist. "FUCK YOU! WAR BABY! WAR!"

Celebrating, two Chinooks land on the river to pick up the two boats, opening their rear ramps and the RHIBs slide into its fuselage. The helicopters pour power into their tandem rotors and fly away into the night sky. Immediately, the two Generals went into thinking mode. Having just realized they can't send more drones firing what precious Hellfire rockets they have stockpiled. "Sir, Stargazer One and Two are passing Point Mike now."

John raised his hand. "Tell them to hold." as the other man in the black uniform rubbed his chin. "We managed to salvage some of the soldiers. But we need to send actual players down there to check the situation. If that was the Vampire HVT the Governor was trying to find..."

Wiping his blue air force general uniform, John walked around towards the deployable table and sat on the metal chair. "Wanna risk it? We just need to bring an Altar so that they'd have a nearby respawn point and Corporal, send a request to our boys on the ground to ask if the HVT was spotted in that area." Trevor shrugs his head as he picks up his black leather overcoat from the chair. "Send in some level one hundred guys? They're already at what's considered the normal max level. With how sturdy they are, they should be able to take blows even from an enchanted sword and survive without much of an issue."

"I don't know... if this rumored HVT is truly a Vampire Player, then we need someone here with a strong Anti-Vampire weapon." Trevor lifted an eyebrow at him and he just replied by shrugging his shoulders. "My Anti-Vampire stuff are all Bows with limited arrows. Don't look at me."

"Look, what we have to do right now is send people down there. Mindless skeletons could only take us so far and we do not have an endless supply of rockets." As the two were having a busy conversation, a Sergeant comes in and salutes. "Sir, we have received an urgent message from the Governor." The two looked at the player, on his hand the small piece of paper where the emergency message was sent through. "What now?"

"He says that the Outworlder kidnapper of his daughter was last seen heading in the direction towards the Village of Crini." The two Generals then turned at the burning village, the thermal camera not capturing anything but the razed structures. "Wait a fucking sec, that's the town we were just bombing! Trevor!" With open wide eyes, he shifts his head to him. "Should I send the Chinooks back? But... it's a player though..."

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