Viper 1-1, on standby.

34: Newtys Third Law

I stared into the water bottle sitting nearby. The water calmly shaking combatted the franticness of the screen. I was ready for my phone to ring, and be notified my dad or mum were dead. I couldn't feel my mind. All I felt was failure, and my whole life was forgotten. I lost my bodily functions, my verbal communications.

Ring ring ring

I picked up the phone, not bothering to read the caller ID.

"Hello?" I said, but didn't hear any noise come out of my mouth. I cleared my throat. "Hello." I said shakily.

Ethan: "Hey. You see the news?" I heard my dad say over the phone as I felt my shoulders lose weight and my feeling return.

"Yeah, dad. Are you okay?" I muttered out.

Ethan: "I'm fine, Johnathan. Your mom... she was there at the opera house. She isn't dead, but the uh, the doctors say her survival is impossible to guarantee."

"Okay, dad. Um. Listen. I'm. I need to stay here. I need to stop these people who attacked the opera house."

Ethan: "Johnathan... Make these fucking Bastard shit wankers pay."

"Yes sir. I'll make sure the light of a thousand suns is what they see last."

Ethan: "Okay, I'm gonna call your brother. Call me if you need anything. I love you."

"Yep. Love you, dad." I said before hanging up.

Intercom: "Viper, Mozzie, Gridlock, Rattlesnake, come to my office, now." I made my way to Harry's office, meeting up with Mozzie on the way.

"Hey Goose."

Max: "Bryne."

"We're all gonna make those shitters pay, alright?" Max seemed to be 'bout ready to explode.

Max: "They fucking injured my wife! The fucking twats injured my wife!" I put my hand on his back, trying to calm him down.

"They hurt me mum mate. I get it. We kill the bastards, understand?" I said in an attempt at consolation.

Max: "We get their fucking body's unidentifiable." He muttered as he walked away. We got to Harry's office, seeing him with my brother and Gridlock.

"Um, what's he here for?" I asked Harry, pointing at my brother.

Charlie: "I'm rainbow now mate. This is the entire Australian population ready to fight."

"We're up in arms, yeah?"

Harry: "You're all being sent home on an operation. Grey Citadel is the operation name. Your objective will be to assist the governments reconstruction programs and hunt down the perpetrators, which are white masks."

"Why are we doing this and not America?"

Harry: "Rainbow has been requested in multiple countries, Australia, America, Germany, everywhere that was attacked. We need you four to get there and assist your nation. After all, the Australian government should trust their special operatives. Go gear up, the transport will leave at 0900." We all said a yes sir and left, ready to fight for our country. I made my way to my armory vault first, grabbing my Tavor and my trusty M1911. I had the damn thing since the original Spades. I lingered on the thought before moving to the transportation plane. There were seven people working on it, two in pilot gear, five in engineer gear.. I took a quick genuflection before loading onto the plane. I sat alone, praying for all the countries that were attacked.

Charlie: "Hey bro."

"Sup." We stared at each other for a good second, communicating our grief for the civilians in our eyes. I jerked my head away from him, jamming my helmet on my face. "Don't give them a damn inch. We don't show remorse. They take civvies, we take their lives with the same ROEs they had for them." Charlie grunted in approval.

Charlie: "Hoo-fucken-rah."

"Hoorah." We sat in silence for a while, and the pilot came in.

Pilot: "Hello there." I gave him a head turn in acknowledgment. "Listen, aussies, we're in the same situation as you. You go fucking make them eat their own ass out, you got me? This is an attack on the UN. Beat the bastards to a bloody pulp."

"Yep." I watched as the American walked into the cockpit, running the systems. Gridlock and Mozzie came in, understandably silent. It was scarily quiet for a second. We all seemed to have an unwritten agreement on a moment of silence for the world.

~Timeskip, Queensland, Aus, RAAF base Amberly. 1900 Military time.~

I felt the aircraft descent as we reached our destination. I groaned, my legs and back hurting from the position I had assumed for the flight. I wasn't home yet, though. I wouldn't be home until they were dead. They would be dead.

Pilot: "We're here." The pilot announced. I could feel eyes watching the plane land on the runway.

Max: "Oh, how long was I asleep?" He said as he yawned.

"You were asleep?"

Max: "Long ride, mate, cut me slack."

"Well, I think ten hours?"

Max grunted while stretching, muttering an okay.

"These are the people expecting us to protect them, guys. We're special fucken forces."

Max: "Yep." I noticed Gridlock hadn't spoken for the entire ride, keeping a professional stature the whole time. I thought of asking about it, but I shook off the idea, knowing me, I'd probably make it worse. We stepped out of the plane as engineers swarmed the plane, refueling and checking the systems.

Righty. Let's do this.

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