The Watchers- end game (the watchers sequel)

chapter 14-enlistment

(masons POV)*as we stand in a bit of awe at what we see outside i whirl around as footsteps of combat boots are heard behind us and i see an old man probably in his sixties wearing old army fatigues and aviator shades*"you wouldnt happen to be marine gunnery sergeant mason would you?"*he asks in a low raspy yet, booming voice which tells me he is or was a drill instructor and i nod*"i havent been called that in a long time but yes sir, thats me" *he smiles*"well it good to see the legends werent all that far off"*he says taking off his shades*"and if your wondering why im here, its because i was walking through and got a phone call that you might need assistance and in terms im sure youve said yourself. its a goddamn shit show!"*i nod*"thats an understatement sir"*i pause a moment *"but im sure you know my kill count by now and probly have read my file or at least whats not redacted"*he nods *"i have"*he says simply*"then you know ive been in a situation like this one before sir"*he nods*"but you had a fucking army behind you!"*he says a bit louder*"well"*i say as blayke an alex turn around*"unless youve anther option, this what we got "*i say and alex steps forward slighty*"i would like to point out, from a navy rear admiral, who also went through seal training..we cant get though that on our own trust me. tactically speaking its just not viable"*the man looks to alex, smiles the smile of someone about to tell you to run sixteen laps at 5 AM*"now, soldier"*he says looking over to alex*"you have a good point but"*i stop him mid sentence*"save it sargent"*i say coldly*"he has a point, unless you happen to have a goddamn platoon on speed dial we arent winning this "*he leans against a wall and pulls out a radio*"command this is foxhound access code alpha niner zero delta oscar please acknowledge"*he pauses as a voice comes back over the radio*"i need air support"*he says after a moment and after a moment and looks over to me*"now im sure your wondering what the fuck im actually here for because as much as i would like to lie and say it were for no official purpose that would be a lie"*he pauses and gestures to the tv behind us*"my orders are, or more accurately, were. to find and enlist the help of the watchers and the LOGSH to help battle what everyone calls the "undead" which are a phenomenon caused by the virus their reporting about now"*he hesitates a minute as if debating if what he's about to say is ok or not*"i dont expect your help because youve obviously got a lot of shit going on gunny, but just so i can say did"*he pauses as a trio of A-10s make a low pass on the small army outside the hum of their guns shaking the building*"will ya help me out soldier? the worlds at stake here"*i sigh watching the grim news report for a second*"can ya help me out by giving me and the watcher protection from..whomever it is thats trying to kill us?"*he nods slightly as luke and dawsons truck comes crashing through the retreating forces outside covered in bullet holes and luke dawson and a girl all pile out of the truck weapons in hand and run inside*"what the hell happened to you guys?"*blayke asks*"long story"*dawson says with a pissed off tone patting out a small fire on one of his sleeves and the reloading his gun as the A-10s make anther pass and then the sargent makes a call for evac while alex dawson and myself run to get sky logan and dalton and as we load into the choppers i give the sargent a nod which tells him my answer and we take off headed for research station victor charlie where blayke luke and alex help research while dawson and myself go boots on the ground fighting the infestation with "surgical precision"...if you consider a flame precise*

(dawsons POV)-ruins of new york city quarantine zone three months later- *as mason myself and ellie load into a humvee at 3AM accompanied by two more making a convoy of three i look around a moment pulling out a lighter and snagging a gas can off the ground and cover the whole campsite in gas and as the humvees fire up and the hordes come running i set it ablaze and climb in the shotgun seat of the lead humvee with mason driving and ellie manning the turret despite mason disapproving her even being here in this warzone and i smile checking my M1917 revolver and my M4A1 and then frown remembering i didn't clean it the night before which is never a good sign for the day*"its going to be ok"*i mutter to myself and jump slightly as i hear ellie let off a short burst from the turret as mason turns on the two rows of 500wat lights on the humvee lighting the area ahead of us up like its broad daylight*"shit!"*i say as massive numbers of the "undead" as their called officially or as those of us in the kill squads call them "freaks" come pouring into the road from the surrounding buildings and the three turret operators open fire followed by the three other occupants of each one besides the driver getting out and forming a perimeter around each one taking shots at those the turrets miss the field illuminated mostly by muzzle flashes as the bodies pile up around us and then a human appears running out into the street looking almost better equipped then we are as they light a flamethrower and light up the freaks in front of them and i raise my rifle in their direction having learned the three months that people get to being crazy assholes in these situations*"stop!"*i call to the person as the horde stops coming and the others move up to see what the problem is and quickly raise my fist to let everyone know to hold fire as i hear ellie whirl her turret around and then the person stops suddenly and disappears in the cloud of smoke and embers coming from all the corpses* "not this son of bitch again"*i mutter nervously in the eery silence