Girls Frontline

Can we go now?

It took an uncomfortably long time to untangle myself from Echelon-1 and then it took even longer to get them to calm down enough to tell them I wasn't their commander, and they responded with the most unbelievable amount of denial I'd ever seen. All of them insisted that I was their commander come back from the grave, and would hear nothing to the contrary. Then to really drive home the situation they wouldn't leave my side, not even for a moment.

They were almost beyond my control. Fortunately they were still compelled to follow my orders and when I ordered them to guard the retreating echelons they did so complaining all the way. It was also hard to know were to look. If I still have the option when we get back I should take away the costumes. Way to sexy and I needed to focus right now not end up like the guy to absorbed in making out with his t-dolls to realize his choppers are here.

The sounds of gunfire got closer and closer, and more and more Echelons, or at least what was left of them, were retreating to the heli-pads. Choppers we're landing and taking off so frequently that the sounds of battle and shouting t-dolls were almost drowned out. It was so loud I couldn't talk to Echelon-7 despite the fact that they surrounded me weapons ready. If not for the chat room on my command pad I'd have been unable to communicate at all.

As it was I nearly missed Ms. Kalina's message that our choppers were almost here. One by one I ordered my remaining Echelons to fall back to the chopper pad we were set to evacuate from. Most of not all of the heavily damaged teams, or under powered, had gone. I had to worry about my teams and Ryan now.

With less and less guns around the fighting got more and more intense as the S.F. Forces overwhelmed us with shear numbers. More then once M37 stepped in between me and an S.F. Grunt that had gotten past the thinning front line. I don't know how she absorbed the bullets given she was only in a bikini. But every time she took the hits head on and seemed unscathed before returning a deviating shot from her own weapon blowing large chunks off the enemy as well as holes in my eardrums.

This is it, we are out numbered, I don't think anyone could blame me for pulling out, and god help those still waiting for there evac.

Our rides landed and we waisted no time getting in and strapping down. I typed out a quick message to all teams to lay down support fire as we took off. Fire anything they had left into the horde of enemies pouring into the helipads.

We took fire from enemies even as we pulled away, and I found it hard to breath till we had left the sounds of fighting far behind. The worst part was I knew not everyone, hell maybe even no one, left would make it out of that.

No one spoke as we flew, not that the ride was quiet given the roar of the prop, and engine. But they all looked exhausted. A quick look at my pad confirmed we were out of ammo. I looked over at Ryan who was clutching the harness straps and starring intently at the floor. He looked pail... I wondered how I looked.

M1911 tapped my shoulder and pointed at my pad, her message said. "Five minuets to landing." I wasn't sure I was ready, after all that to be in a helicopter was the most relaxing moment I've had sense I got here and the adrenaline was cooling off, panic was flooding in. Guess it hit me later, I thought. My skin felt like it had just caught fire even though my insides were cold. I gripped the straps and tried to keep from heaving all over the place.

My world spun as the chopper slowly descended making my nausea worse. It was a gentle hand that pulled me free from my panic attack.

"Commander are you ok?" PTRD asked. Holy shit her eyes are pools of liquid gemstones.

"Y-yeah I'm alright." I said offering her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. "Come on, we got a lot of work to do." I said climbing out of the chopper. Home bade was definitely NOT like the game. Yeah those little numbers that pop up when your using the drop down menus to get around the home screen, yeah, those are DISTANCES. Lucky me the forward back camp works as the helipads here.