The Pacific Storm Conflict

The Major's Survivors - Chapter 13 - Against the Odds

Ch.13 – Against the odds

Sgt. Polousu aimed his gun at the entrance of Ammo Dump Miami. There were corpses of Special Forces soldiers, and the Sergeant prepared to unload another magazine. The soldiers in the dump were resting after a successful attack on the outpost. This was the worst time for them to be attacked.

Most of the aliens were grouped in one spot, with only the recon team, and the two motorized Livan squads not being out of the base. As a body of a US Special Forces soldier fell down the stairs, a jet aircraft flew overhead, and the noise went down into the underground base. A second later, a loud explosion made the ceiling drop dust, and the entrance collapsed, blocking the aliens in.

"Fuck!" Sgt. Polousu yelled.

"Sergeant... are we dying today?" AZ asked. "Because if we are, we are in a grave situation!"

"If we can bust out of this place, we'll be fine." Sgt. Polousu reassured. "But indeed! This really is a grave situation!"

"That Rappis guy is sure as hell lucky." Qidaro said. "I wish we had a mission to do so we won't be inour early grave."

"Ok! All units, we're busting a hole out of here with our satchel charges. Get all the stuff now because we're blowing this place in three minutes." Maj. Ilmorapi said on the radio.

While the engineers planted charges at a corner of the base, a black liquid poured down from the ruined entrance of the ammo dump. Everyone was so panicked, getting the things they needed to escape, that they didn't realize what was coming.

Up above, there were two platoons' worth of US soldiers, and they protected a tank truck as it unloaded a full tank of oil down into the broken ammo dump. As they looked around, a UH-60 black hawk flew around, ready to assist. Soon, a Humvee drove by, and a soldier carrying a flamethrower got out.

"Thirty more seconds, then we'll be good." A Sergeant said. "Think high command would like this idea?"

"Doesn't look like it, sir." The flamethrower soldier said. "Their weapons would get fried."

"I hope we won't get reprimanded."

Inside the ammo dump, the aliens collected all they could, and they began to realize the smell of crude oil. When they looked at the entrance, there was a small expanding pool of black oil, and before anyone could attempt to do something about it, a flame poured down and ignited the oil on the ground.

"Fucking shit! Blow the charges!" Maj. Ilmorapi yelled as the fire made a dangerous smoke that began to fill the place.

The Aliens ran away from the explosives, but it took twenty seconds for them to get into safe positions. In that time, the smoke clouded the area, and the aliens suffocated and coughed in the deadly smoke.

Above, the bright orange ember illuminated the ruins up above while the soldiers above heard the struggle of the Aliens down below. They all lowered their guard, knowing that there was no chance the Aliens would escape. By the time the flamethrower soldier got back to the Humvee, a loud explosion made everyone jump.

A chunk of earth flew into the air, and the soldiers ran to it with their weapons ready. A big hole was left on the ground, and aliens ran out of the hole, trying to get fresh air. As they got out, US soldiers opened fire on them, and got a couple of aliens before the enemy began to fire back.

Maj. Ilmorapi came out and held his TP-61Gv2 rifle, ready to kill his enemy. The Major didn't have any night vision goggles on him, but he switched over to his grenade launcher and fired as many grenades as he could at the enemy, lighting them up with blue energy grenades.