Army of the Damned

VOLUME 3 Chapter 9

In the parking lot of the UN Buildings, Jackson is having a conversation with another General from the Men of the Woods. "Look, the best method for us to minimize casualties is to use artillery and missiles. Saturate the area, don't spare one shell. Keep hammering it till nothing remains. I will not risk it. Not with these many untrained people."

"Yes, but we also need eyes on the ground. I hope you can provide that, I heard the Knights of Eldwood were some of the best Eldritch Death Knights out there and you have some game changing assets, a Dragon of sorts am I correct?" he squints at Jackson, the man avoiding his stare as the officer leans in closer. "I've heard of this Black Dragon only seen in the largest battles in the forest of Eldwood. I am sure that you will use this asset, yes?"

He shakes his head and sighs. Turning his attention to the exit. "I'll... see what I can do but no promises." He tips his visor hat to the officer and begins walking down to the main lobby as John, holding a plate with a cherry pie on top of it sneaks up behind him and smacks the back of his head. "HEY, YOU FUCKER!" he spins around, punch ready to fly but the other Knight General swiftly dodges his fist with no effort at all, the cherry pie still perfectly balanced. "Yo, Hassan put the cap on this. His approval of your plans."

Holding his wrist, the man squints at the Air Force General, giving him a disapproving look. "Oh Christ, go time huh?" he nods as he takes the fork and eats a piece of the pie. "Yep... Mhmm.. this is good. The Men of the Woods will be providing you with two more tank companies, all M1A2 Abrams since we can't mobilize that quickly. You'll be using their units."

With a heavy sigh, he turned to John and shrugged his head. "At this point, I have more tanks than I need... Or... don't tell me that I will become a Field General?" The Air Force General shakes his head as he lays his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Field General? No... the Dragon Empery and the Men of the Woods already reached the first city. They're blitzing through the entire place. Won't take long before they reach Treitleze. Your job will be to make sure they don't leave anything behind. Those tanks are more so for your protection."

"That doesn't guarantee that I won't meet OPFOR and get into battle, John. Can you hear me? I might still get into combat." Sighing, John turns around and faces the gates of the Conference Building. "Yea well... you have Alana and Bahamut with you right? This is your chance to take them away from this place. Unless you wanna stay in that cushy office in the 8-Gon?" Without any rebuttal, the man in the blue General uniform gets a pat on the shoulder back as Jackson passes by him. "Roger that, I'll see you later."

The man just smiled at his friend, happily walking out of the main lobby. "Oh! And be sure to get Treala back here!" Jackson nods and boards a black SUV that was waiting for him. Telling the driver to go first pick up some of his friends who were waiting at the beach. The trip was slow and tedious due to the military vehicles and equipment moving through the city from the airport, with the main parade done, everything was being packed up and delivered to the railyard or to the airport.

Reaching the airport, he could see a large amount of burly men surrounding one of the benches near the carpark. "Ohhhh... don't tell me..." the Secret Service Agent behind the wheel casually parks right by the commotion. "Should I call the Special Action Team, sir?" he merely gestures to the driver. "No, no need." and opening the door, he puts on his visor cap and brushes his shoulders, the four silver stars on him glinting brightly on the wonderful afternoon sun.

As he got close, he noticed that the players were nearly 7 feet tall, some he could notice weighed as much as 300 pounds with the amount of muscles on them. Their were Elves of many types, Vampires, and Humans. "C'mon baby, my friend from the Guild has a huge yacht and we have some aged Mead from the Northern Windlands."