The fast movers roared over the ruined city of Philadelphia, their deadly delta shaped forms cutting through the air, the sonic booms of their engines echoing across the battered and blasted landscape. A few minutes later a solitary bog hammer came in, low and fast, making towards a relatively rubble free area. Onboard the crew scanned the horizon and their equipment for any hostiles in the area as they drove forward in the ashtray, what the army called the “dust”, which seemed to choke the life out of everything that entered it. 

Philadelphia had been a cluster fuck from the jump; humint had mistakenly portrayed the city as a stronghold for the Angar-Ryllians. The collateral damage was horrendous, the realization that the city had tried to stay out of the war, had tried to stay neutral, had tried to be a safe zone for refugees, came too late as sadly the hopes of the city leaders had been met with one hellacious hammering from orbit. It had been a decapitating attack, one designed to kill the leaders in one overwhelming move and instill fear in the population. The roads leading out of the city were clogged with bodies strewn about like so much debris and trash. The mud movers called it death row highway; the aliens hammered the fleeing civilians mercilessly, both human and alien forces fighting over the fleeing civilians and dropping ordinance on them, killing them where they stood. Once the human leaders discovered that the Angar-Ryllians used the civvies as shields to protect their movements in the city; they deemed it best to drop in operators to hunt down and take out the sick fucks that had hunkered down among the civvies, who were not above condemning a city to death to continue their war effort against Earth. 

The pilot looked back and shouted to General Freedom, “We're coming in fast, so far so good." The blue clad hero nodded and glanced out the open door, the gunner kept scanning the rubble and rooftops for any activity, the business end of his mini-gun swaying easily. They were two minutes out, and no matter how many insertions he did, General Freedom always felt queasy. That was a good thing as it kept him alive, better to be queasy than cocky. Checking his suit then his gear, General Freedom was startled when the jumpmaster clapped him on the shoulder, "Hey Sir! Get ready!" the woman yelled, her face grim, and her eyes hidden by the opaque eye shields. Nodding General Freedom concentrated slowly as the craft slowed and began to hover. With a loud click, the side door popped then slid open, hearing her yell, "GO! GO! GO!" General Freedom formed some blue energy around his muscular body. Once the pale light embraced his body, he swung out and dropped out of the aircraft. The sudden jolt as he touched boots to earth caused the ground to ripple as spiral cracks formed everywhere, radiating away from him. As he touched down, the fast bog hammer whipped around and lit a fire as it roared out of the city. 

The boom and rattle from the acceleration caused the ground to vibrate. As it did General Freedom was moving, a swirl of energy surrounding his massive from as he vacated the LZ seeking cover, he may be one of the world’s mightiest heroes, but the weapons of the alien Angar-Rylla had taken nearly a dozen of the other heroes out of action, killing them before they could fathom what happened. 

Finding a still standing brick wall, he hunkered down and checked his time. Marking it, he tapped the ear bud, the chatter flooded him as a single voice cut through, "Bolo what's your status? Over."

Peering over the wall again, General Freedom chinned the mic, "Six this is Bolo, I am reading you five by five. Over."

"Roger that Bolo. You have some reported soft targets a klick south of the LZ. Over."

Scanning south, he could see what looked like a wide expanse of rubble. Licking his lips he nodded, "Roger six- soft targets south, one klick. I'll service the target. Over. Out."

Standing General Freedom cracked his neck and began making his way towards the reported movement. Covering the kilometer in short order as he hovered a scant few inches above the ground, he came to a small rise; lying flat, he stretched out and scanned the area with wary eyes. After a once over he didn't see anything, preparing to move he stopped as a tall armored Angar-Ryllan wandered into view. After a moment of studying the figure this was probably the detected movement, the figure looked dangerous enough, after all he was wearing the heavy powered armor of the Imperial Knights of the Angar-Ryallian. Probably a scout, if not, well it didn’t really matter did it, he was going to be meeting whatever god they worshipped in a damn hurry. Scanning the area for any other movement, once he was satisfied they were alone, the blue-clad hero crawled down and made use of cover to reach a position nearly a hundred yards away. Pausing as he scanned the area again, and again seeing nothing but the knight, who now sat nonchalantly as if he were enjoying a day out on the town. 

"Probably feels safe, like he has not a care in the world, killing him won’t bring back any of the dead. But it will be something." He muttered as he rose to a half crouch and began running with increasing speed from cover to cover, reaching a point about fifty yards away. One last scan then he stood and leaped into the air with a tremendous burst of strength. The knight turned, rising slowly as if in shock, then the energy weapons began glowing. However, it was too late; the blue clad hero was on top of him, a tremendous fist smashing into the body, crushing the armor with enough force to shatter granite. The man inside the armor shrieked once before all the oxygen in his chest burst out in a loud explosive woof then it was over. 

General Freedom dropped the body then looked around, somewhere in the rubble of the city, the Angar-Ryllians had established a command post, and that was why he was here. If he could take out that center then the remnants of the American military and the few remaining heroes could begin serious operations against the alien invaders, begin taking back their world.