I jumped, raising my head from the tactical report a
Sergeant had brought before earlier. Lieutenant Davis, my
tactical coordinator, stood there, hands on her hips,
glaring at me.
"That's the second time I've had to call
you, sir. We have a situation."
I put the report aside, it was time to listen up. "Go
ahead, Michelle, what have we got?"
She walked across the room and pressed a button on the
wall. The wall slid apart and a large TV screen was
revealed. The Lieutenant sat down at a desk in front of it
and began entering commands. The screen changed to display
the local terrain. It then zoomed out to show the entire
state of Arizona. I knew immediately from all the flashing
red dots on the screen that something was very wrong.
"The Reds have made a surprise push into the
state, sir," Davis began. "We didn't spot them until now
because they managed to get a few psychic troopers inside
and mind control our radar outposts. A harrier patrol found
them twenty minutes ago, and I came straight here."
"No wonder that report was wrong," I said to myself.
"I'm sorry, sir, it gets worse," she began. "We've lost
half of our own army, as well."
I nearly shouted in surprise. "What?"
"Yuri's trainee's have done their work a little too well,
sir. They overtook the bases in Tucson and Phoenix. All we
have is what is directly under your command here, sir."
I thought quickly. There was no way that I
could defeat a force that was almost three times the size of
the one I commanded. I needed another option, and quickly.
Two hours later, my option stood in my office, standing at
"Captain Greg Hansen reporting as ordered, sir!"
I smiled, I liked the man already. Any soldier who could
salute was a good one, in my book.
"Captain," I began. "I'm glad you're here. I
personally requested that you and your squad come here. I
have a mission for you, and it's not going to be easy."
"If the Commander will excuse my saying so, there is
nothing that isn't easy for us, sir."
"Good man. I'm going to let Lieutenant Davis fill you in
on the details. I need to plan and coordinate the movements
of our tanks and infantry while you do your job."
I went outside after that. Standing on the front porch of
my office, I looked out at the Captain's squad standing in
the middle of the base quad. Their weapons reflected the
noonday sun. I smiled and saluted them. They raised a hand
to a masked face, in return, holding their neutron rifles
against their shoulder.
I laughed then, the thought that had just occurred to me
was perfectly ironic: The Red's wouldn't have time to fight
Evening was the perfect time for attack. I moved my army
in from the west, directly in front of the setting sun.
Anyone looking our way would hopefully be blinded while we
had a perfect view. I sat back in my jeep, watching the
soviet base through a pair of binoculars.
"Dirty Reds," I said to myself. "Just wait... there is no
way you're taking my home."
Then in happened just as I was watching. Their ore
refinery suddenly disappeared in a sparkling blue flash.
"That's the signal, " I said into my radio. "Attack!"
My army rolled forward. I watched the twin tesla coils
defending the base disappear before we even made it halfway.
By now Captain Hansen would have most of the tanks trapped
inside the base, as well. My own tanks rolled into position
and began firing. Shell after shell pounded into the enemy
base, blasting concrete and armor alike into pieces.
The base recaptured, I raised the allied flag once more
over the command building. Our engineers were hard at work
repairing the damage we were forced to do taking the base
back. The losses had been few, and the victory was complete.
I knew this wouldn't be the last time I would call upon
Captain Hansen and his elite Chrono Legionnaires.