America Stranded in a Fantasy World

Chapter 29 "Tactical Arts And Crafts: Grunt Edition"

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CHAPTER 29

"Tactical Arts And Crafts: Grunt Edition"

September 1st, 2040: Somewhere in The Kerei Mountains, Between The Greater North and The Ruppriecht Kingdom

Cruising at just under 8,000 ft, two Sky Wardens, Bush and Caveman, armed with one GAU-19 and two AGM-114 Hellfire racks each (eight missiles each) gently weaved between the snowy mountain ranges around them. Far below, the valley was a lush green boreal forest.

"Passing waypoint Lima. No activity on the radar yet, Bush." Behind Bush, his co-pilot, Chappy, looked around to see Caveman was just behind them. "Anything interesting on your end Disco?"

"Other than the fact that I think this is a waste of time? Nothing."

"Ah c'mon Disco, lighten up a little!" With an enthusiastic tone, Caveman rolled the aircraft slightly left. "It's not like we get to see views like this every day."

"Fair enough, though this place just reminds me of the Rocky Mountains." Taking a map from a side pocket, Disco slid his right index finger across their route through the mountain range. "Caveman, Bush, we're three waypoints out until we reach the anomaly."

"Roger Disco, keep those eyes on that radar." Recalling their mission briefing when all four were shown various images from satellites, each one showing the same area but with a sizable chunk of the valley seeming to shift with each new image.

"Ah shit, Caveman, my overlay is glitching out on me. Chappy, Anything on your end?" Now greatly concerned, Disco switched one of his screens to a remote camera outside his aircraft. Scanning the skies, the only other flying object was the second Sky Warden.

"Roger Disco, switching to camera."

"~And~ my compass just started freaking out." Watching as it spun wildly, Caveman rocked in his seat realizing how bizarre that was. "Wait, isn't magic supposed to interfere with just radar?"

"Roger Caveman. Hit the deck (1)."

At practically the same time, both Sky Wardens dived toward the valley below. Pulling up only when a few hundred feet from the tree tops. With Chappy and Disco using their remote cameras they continued to scan their surroundings. Only for Chappy to snap his camera forward.

"Woah! Bearing zero-two-two, massive red line just a shoutout from behind that mountain!" In the distance, everyone looked to see a near-solid stream of red dots being sprayed ahead.

"Those are tracers. Puzzle Palace (2) didn't say crap about our own being here! Disco, what's on frequency?" Caveman asked.

"Uhh--nothing. All standard channels are clear."