Operation: Blue Storm
"Prepare for leap in five ... four ... three ... two ...
one ... now!"
One by one, Blue Team began disappearing in a bright blue
flash. Jenkins, Duncan, Adam, then...
In reality, the leap took only 2.5 seconds, including
phase shift back
into our dimension. We had just warped into the perimeter
of the nuclear fusion reactor that powered the infamous
Soviet Black Guard. The same Black Guard rumored to protect
Romanov himself. According to Intel, this reactor powered
the Tesla Coils that formed the impenetrable defensive line
around the Kremlin. I still remember Operation: Red Rush.
About a month ago, after Allied forces took control of a
perimeter around the Kremlin, we began to build up a large
force or various units. According to the plan, PRM's would
knock out the Soviet sentry guns beyond the Coil perimeter.
Then, Mirage's would line up around the outside while
Grizzly's and IFV's fell into formation. The Mirage's would
open fire on the Tesla Coils, knocking out some and fogging
up the targeting system for others. The Grizzly's would then
cover the IFV's as they ran in and deployed a battalion of
GIs. While all of that was occupying the external defenses,
elite team of Chrono Legionnaires would teleport behind
the Coils and cover a SEAL team while they went in and
captured Romanov. Everything went fine up until we phased
back into reality.
I still have nightmares of what happened then. It all
fast. Immediately Hopkins was ripped to shreds by a second
line of sentry guns. Rolen saw the dog right before it
jumped on him, going straight for his neck. I had never seen
such a horrifying sight as the Siberian Husky snapped his
jugular in two, bathing in my brother's blood. Before I had
a chance to think, I heard a cry. I looked over at the SEAL
team, and watched terrified as their bodies glowed brighter
than the sun before crumbling into a pile of ashes. The
Grizzly's were gone. Shreds of metal were all that were
left. All of a sudden I heard a growl deep enough to have
come from hell itself. I looked over and...
"Arnold! Quit dreaming and wake up!" I quickly regained
my composition as I looked up.
"All right, Blue Team, here's the battle plan!
show no signs of any defensive structures in the area.
However, a battalion of Psi-Corps Troopers are garrisoned
around the plant. A team of SEALs will provide a distraction
for us. We will rendezvous with Green Team approximately
three clicks south of the main fusion control center. We
will then disable any antiaircraft weaponry in the
perimeter, allowing a team of engineers to be paradropped
in. They will set the plant to meltdown, at which time you
will then jump to tactical command for debriefing. If at any
point and time any one of us, Green Team, or the engineers
come under the influence
of psychic control, that person is to be considered a
member of the Red army and eliminated immediately. Any
hesitation will result in failure of this mission.
"Sir, yes sir!" We replied.
It seemed like hours, but there finally came a deafening
north of our position. The SEALs had given us the signal.
It was time to move out.
After we rendezvoused with Green Team, we proceeded to
the control room. In order to successfully destroy any flak
turrets, we had to walk there. About half way, Olson,
Jackson, Michael, and a few from Green began complaining
about some really bad headaches, upon which Sarge promptly
told them to shut up and maintain radio silence. Everything
was quiet until we arrived at the control room. GPS scans
showed that we had eliminated all Soviet AA turrets. After a
quick perimeter check, Sarge issued the all clear for the
engineers to come in. Within minutes, a B-52 soared
overhead, dropping a total of five techies. It had just
reached a nearby ridge...
"Where's Jenkins! Where's..."
"Adam! Corolla, what are you..."
"Vape Corolla! He's picking of the techies!"
"I got him... Jackson, what are you..."
"Vape them all! They're Reds now! Vape them!"
"No! Michael, stop it now!"
"Richard, shoot! He can't hear you! Rich..."
Five minutes later, it was all over. Two engineers made
it safely to
the control station. One lived to overload the reactor. A
total of nine
Legionnaires from both Blue and Green Team had been
erased. Only three of them had been controlled by Psi-Corps
Troopers. After the techie was evacuated and the rest of us
phased back to Tactical Command, we were debriefed on the
situation. The mission was a success. The defensive line had
fallen and an elite unit had, literally, caught Romanov with
his pants down. We were all given field promotions and
relieved from duty.
That was about one month ago. But for some reason Blue
Team is being reassembled. The Allies are calling for
soldiers who have had psychic encounters on the battlefield.
I can only pray that it's for a documentary.