[center][h1][b][u]AIR SUPPORT[/u][/b][/h1][/center] [center]Collab between me and [@Necroknight][/center] [B]Washington, D.C.[/b] "How is the situation over New York?" asked the Secretary of Defense, as several battle reports kept coming in through the cable-ethernet. Mostly with some lag involved, so they had to wait around ten minutes for a good report. It was hard to image how the United States had been invaded in such a way. It was true, that the Invaders came in huge numbers. America had been eager to out-do the others into the new world. Instead - they paid the price of their greed. Now they had more monsters in their world - than the US Armed Forces could handle. Many of their best hardware was still on the ground - since the people meant to crew them, sadly were unavailabe or unable to be reached. "The situation in New York is stable but not for long, we have several ground forces deployed from reserve holding the area from Rangers to Delta, but the line is thining rapidly." One general reported, another officer burst through the door, "Sir, we just got a report from our naval bases. All our naval power is either severely damaged or sunk, we can't get any off-shore support." The General looked back at the secretary, "Sir, to put it into simple terms, with a no-bullshit assessment, we need to pull back or our scattered ground forces are going to become sitting ducks for these World of Warcraft freaks. At the rate they're pouring out, we have less than ten hours to decide." the General gave an expression that seemed grim, personel around the room started to look at eachother briefly, then they carried on with their work. Soon enough a telephone rang - one that had been kept at the corner and had been mostly relegated to being useless. Namely, as one General quickly went over and picked it up and talked - before he put it on loud-speaker. "This is Thule Air Base. Still alive in Greenland-" spoke a voice, over the telephone. Although likely with lag - it was a good half an hour at that. "-we got a gift coming over for ya. Putting them over." "This is Task-Force Reaper. Five-hundred birds flying under friendly wings - German, Russian, Eastern European. If you wish for precision targets - paint with red smoke. Otherwise, we're hitting any freak we can see. Flying off after hour of this and hitting several uglies all across America," spoke an female voice in English with an accent. Although it didn't take a professor to hear, that one speaking it was likely a Russian. The Secretary and the general staff in D.C. were surprised anyone was still alive. He barked at the General in the room "You heard the man! Relay that information, if what Thule is saying is true, it means we got air support!" He returned on the phone, speaking in a calm tone, almost whispering, "Alright, we need you boys to prioritize targets in New York and D.C. area, if you can, split a few groups off down south of us and give them some support to, ya hear?" He stared out the windows of the White House looking at the defenses being set by U.S. Army and Marines, Rangers were leaving in humvees and helicopters to go off and reinforce other sectors while SEALs and Delta got themselves ready for night ops counter attacks. One of the German pilots came on, "Affirmative, we'll split up to hit our targets once we're in U.S. Airspace over. Use the time we buy wisely, we might not have many runs at this." The German's thick accent and tone made him sound more serious than he wanted to be, but it did the trick. If the American's weren't hopeful before, they are now. [hr] [b]New York City[/b] Over New York - several harpies were mostly bored. Namely so many of them had come in force - that they had almost nothing left. Most of the high-rise skyscrapers had been taken under their control. Since none of these World Eaters could fly - nor reach the height to catch them. In addition, their iron weapons didn't seem to be very accurate at this height. Plus if anybody did reach the higher levels to get to them - then the harpies could easily swarm and drop them over the side. It was that arrogance - that made the harpies question several black dots quickly approaching over the horizon. Several hundred MiGs, Typhoons and even a few F-22s, that had been scrambled from Thule to join in some bits of glory. It was that notion that caught the hundreds of nesting harpies by surprise - as missiles streaked over the skyscrapers of New York City and detonated above them. As shrapnel and debris cleaved dozens of them apart or tumbling down to their deaths. Most of the upper floors had been abandoned either way in the first year - so the pilots had no worry about civilian casualties. Plus, none of the harpies could even reach their speeds. As even the sonic shockwave, knocked a few onto the ground - clutching their ears. Over the New York Bay - several depth charges were dropped, detonating underwater and having bodies soon float to the surface. Namely dealing with issues both in the sea and air. The Americans holding off checkpoints witnessed the saving grace, "The fuck is happening Sarge!?" One man yelled out, "Those are MiGs and Typhoons, looks like they're flying with a few of our boys!" They realized that most of the ground forces were caught off guard from the sudden turn of events, squads on the ground started pushing. After a few minutes the order finally came, "This is General Stanton, mark all targets with Red Smoke, the flyboys'll lay down the heat." by that time they've already pushed a few blocks up. They started marking priority targets, such as hard points and strongholds, some parts of the subway had to be marked so that tunnels would collapse right on top of the enemy. A Typhoon wing with German pilots were carrying experimental weapons for field testing, "Target verified, coming around for a missile strike." His wing split off to hit individual targets. He lined up the shot and fired one missile, it was called the White Phosphor Missile Delivery System, the pilots called it the Firebomb. It screamed into the ground, first releasing white fine dust, seconds later flames lit up from one end of the subway to the next station. Several other runs were successful in delivering their hot payload. The city started to smell like bacon coming from the subway, any survivors were short lived with flesh practically burning through the bone slowly. Rangers in the city gave one comment "Let 'em burn", it was something they said to remind them to save ammo, anyone caught in the flames was a goner. The MiG's soon targeted the three Siege Beasts outside of the New York City - namely which had prevented much if any American reinforcements from punching through. No matter how thick one' hide or muscle was - they couldn't do much, against a tank-buster exploding in their face and soon enough - having the near skyscraper-high elevants collapse ontop of the orcs. [hr] Washington D.C "THIS IS ODA FOXTROT! The freaks are disengaging from New York! We've got 'em on their heels!" cheered one Commander, over the radio-line with D.C Command Bunker - outside, the members of Task-Force Reaper soon began their precision targetting of various Tier Red targets. Namely, those which needed to be dealt with to give the ground forces a fighting chance. "We've got incoming signatures approaching D.C..." A Delta Force Operative kept his radio in one-hand and a laser targeter on one huge Siege Beast. It didn't take long, for the hunk of meat to explode into pieces. "MASKS ON! MASKS ON!" he yelled, as soon enough - the Invader Encampement at the center of Washington D.C was soon hit with a specialized gas - dropped by the fly-boys. Namely - it had been developed by the EEC. As it was like tear gas - only more potent against the orc' physiology, namely as the amount of saliva produced by the body would almost choke some orcs. "ALRIGHT PEOPLE! SWEEP AND CLEAN!" commanded Delta One - as their mixture of Tier One Units soon moved in and started clearing Washington D.C. Easily able to fight the orcs - now that most of their physical strengths were neutralized. The Typhoons made a pass over the White House and several of the monument buildings, the Americans had set up strong points in an attempt to draw the enemy into the fields where the jets can have an easy pass over them. "THIS IS TRITON COMPANY REQUESTING IMMEDIATE FIRE SUPPORT OVER ON THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT!" the Typhoons, made a round about, the F-22's have already gone and laid down their gun runs. The Washington monument, a marble structure, was surrounded by Rangers and Marines in dug-in entrenchment. The Typhoons locked on and let loose. Several anti-personel missiles and cannon rounds peppered the ground with explosions, shrapnel, and bullets. They made a recon pass, when the MiG's came in for their run, it seemed that many of the Green Buffoons took the bait and poured out of the city to fight the entrenchments. The Jets made several passes, each time taking a considerable chunk of the enemy force out of comission. Soon the radios started crackling again "REAPER ACTUAL, REAPER ACTUAL - TYPHOON WINGS ONE THROUGH FOUR ARE BINGO FUEL AND ARE OUT OF AMMO. WE ARE RTB TO RE-ARM AND REFUEL OVER!" "No. We've got fat elephant coming in," replied on Russian MiG pilot, a rather cursing woman by the name of Valentina Tsernova. Namely the curse-word for a Siege Beast. "No missiles over here. All out-" replied a German Typhoon Fighter. As that command was repeated several times over, by the rest of the squadron. Anybody whom had the ammunition was likely already hitting other spots over the American Continent. "Fucking heck. Tell command, I'll be staying longer here," replied Valentina. "Anything to your relatives?" "Don't have any. All were dead-beats. Home is gone too. Might as well, try here..." she spoke - before strapping herself in and soon. Engaging the afterburners and then, pulling the eject. As the MiG soon flew and smashed into the Siege Beast - making it bleed heavily, and combined with the jet fuel soon catching on fire. Giving the creature a rather painful way to die. As irony would have it - she hung in the sky and the air currents would carry her to the nearest US Army trench - rather landing straight into it. Spouting curses in Russian as she soon unhooked her chute. The Rangers that were in the trenches saw the whole event, "Corpral Mathews, Private Sanchez, give covering fire for the lady, I need the rest of you to cover the left flank! We got another wave of Greenies comming in!" M249's and M60's started laying down heavy covering fire for the Russian pilot as she ran straight into the cover of the trench. "So, bombing America... Was it like you imagined?" Joked one private as he fired off a few M4 rounds into an Orc running towards the trench. The man who was giving orders earlier barked back at the private, "Jenkins, shut your damn mouth and focus on killing these S-O-B's! Think with your dick later!" Jenkins, a bit embarassed at what his sergeant said and the fact it was eliciting a few chuckles made it abundantly clear that he was a virgin. "Right Sarge..." He weakly said as he stopped making small talk and focused more on firing and defending their position. The Sergeant looked at Valentina, "Uh... Miss..." he struggled to talk and shoot at the same time, but he got a look at the I.D. tag on her flight suit, "Valentina... I'm beginning to... Notice... That the jets are... Retreating." Each pause swinging his gun to another position to bring its sights onto another enemy combatant, "Reloading!" he announced, he sat in the trench getting a mag out. "I never thought that Russia would bomb America to help it... Never thought this day would come..." He put in another mag and cocked his rifle, "Fallback positions in the Lincoln Memorial with the SEALs and Marines, be prepared to run miss our lines are thin, and reinforcements won't come till we get D.C. or New York secured." Most of what the Sergeant got in reply, was simply a spring of curses - that were muted for being mostly in Russian. But what he heard, likely told him - that the young woman now stuck in America didn't like it either. As she soon pulled out her own weapon, namely an AKS-74U. Or to a regular American, it looked no different than a regular Kalashnikov. As she soon got up and started firing as well - better than the Privates he had with him. In addition, her rounds compared to the others were also incendinary. As she laughed at the image of one orc soon having its leather tunic catch on fire. Then came the attempt by some of the goblins to run in - she merely pulled out the bayonet attached to her flight suit and stabbed one thing in mid-air. Then prompted to smash it with her boot several times and spit in its dead face. "Cyka..." "Alright..." The Sarge said somewhat amazed, one of the other trenches signaled, "Retreat order! Lincoln memorial! Link up with Alpha hardpoint!" The Sarge signaled back, "Inform command that we have one of the Russians with us! Crashed her Jet right into a big elephant!" A shout back in response, "Roger that!" The company of marines and rangers on the Washington monument picked up their gear and started to abandon the temporary entrenchment. "Let's move Rangers!" the pilot seemed to step in with the squad, the Sergeant took note of the Russian's skill in killing the Orcs. It indicated that she and perhaps even her people have been fighting these things with much more efficiency than the U.S. had been. The bombings would continue in America whenever the Jets got the chance to Refuel and Re-arm, but it was only a matter of time before Thule base gets discovered. They launched every chance they got attempting to buy time for the Americans to organize themselves. The Germans offered to drop in troops to assist but then retracted its offer after a string of offensives launched by the Orcs on the Germanic trench line started to cause a bit of trouble. Unfortunately this was all they could do for now. Their little ally, while small now - would continue to help inform the United States of the larger picture outside their borders. In addition, she had something more valueable than that - information. As the fighting would be going on for years - she was sure, that the Americans, as over-hyper as they were, could use some actual data on their enemy.