Thread: Escaping the Siege (BurningWillows & Rskde)

Kaleb stands with his small team of three other contractors, he is the team leade among them. He holds his M4A1 as the team watches a stream of civilians leaving the city of Colorado, Illinois. Word had come through that the Free Canadian Empire had lined up its forces on the border between them and the United States, ready to roll in. The world had been peacefully debating the idea of regular humans living with the super natural humans, and finally the argument had resulted in conflict. Just two hours ago the government had ordered an evacuation of all cities near the Canadian-American border. Images of motorized infantry and tanks ready to roll in had been a nice incentive for the people to leave. The four men standing near the refugee line are not apart of the United States' military, instead they are private contractors from a company called Echo Fox Company, their small four man fire team had been given the code name Gambler. It was often a question of why the Canadians would want to kill the super naturals, just a few months ago the Prime Minister had been executed in a bloody revolution that resulted in the rise of Facism in Canada, for the first time in what was almost one hundred years, another World War peeks over the horizon. The glue that keeps the Free Canadian Empire together is their common enemy The supernaturals. Of course the United States accepted them, but death camps and labor areas in Canada prove that the Canadian leader does not appreciate their existence. Stevey had always been the quiet one, which suits his job as the team's marksman well. He holds his M40A5 close to his chest as he watches the refugees, wishing that they wouldn't have to leave everything behind just because of a stupid war that nobody wanted to fight, even most Canadians didn't want to fight, the JTF 2 team Canada sports had deserted the moment the Prime Minister's head rolled on to the streets of Ottawa. He hears his radio crack to life, a voice on it speaking. Gambler, we're picking up heat signatures on the North side of town, looks like more civilians, you're being tasked with their extract, over. Stevey blinks, grabbing his radio and handing it to Kaleb, who speaks into it. Command, are you insane? The Canadians will break through the border at any second-. He starts. Do your damn job, it's your responsibility to get them out, get to it, command out. The radio clicks as the transmission ends. Connor, the team's Pointman looks around at the other three. Well, we aren't gonna get anything done by standing around. He says while holding up his M1014 shotgun. He starts walking towards the North side, the GPS he wears on his wrist shows off that they are about two miles from where the civilians are hiding. The team begins walking through the streets, now completely abandoned by civilians and military personel alike, leaving Gambler as the last fire team in the area. As they walk they quietly chat about family, friends, anything to keep their minds off of the fact that at any moment the enemy could come through the border and kill all of them. The team's Assault member, Nathan, points up at a parking garage across the street from where the civilians were hiding, which happens to be in a large office building. Stevey, you could make your roost up there. He says, watching the young sniper sprint inside. Roost is set, you're clear to move in. Stevey's voice says over the radio. Right, let's move in. The man says while walking over to the building, he opens the door and allows his two team mates to move in, guns raised. Any civilians still here? We gotta go! Nathan calls out as they enter the building. They start searching around for the civilians command had mentioned. Gambler, this is command.. The enemy has entered Colorado. The radio transmission rings throughout the entire first floor.