As i agreed the next segment, i have not went over proper grammar check and all that because this is just a rough draft... Thanks for waiting and reading...

Originally Posted by E_Leader

Yes i write, draw, make music to past time other things i've written where mostly short nothing like i plan on doing with this, in other words, this is my early college essay lol

Teaser:
….shots rang through the air hitting the thick like concrete walls that the infantry squad used for cover. The sound of at least ten PAC soldiers where running up the hill and gunning the area and keeping suppressive fire on the partly destroyed building. There was loud chatter in multiple languages and then it was quiet. Alex quickly peeked up and looked and got back down in cover.
“There’s no one there, I think we… won?”, whispered Alex in an unsure voice.
All of a sudden there was a very low humming buzz Sgt. Olofson looked at his squad leader and his eyes grew bigger as the noise got louder, “I know that sound! It’s the sound of one of thos….”
Before he finished his sentence, there was a loud explosion to the left of the squad and the building next to them collapsed in a cloudy blaze of smoke and falling debris, off in a short distance there was a Type 32 Nekomata sitting in a distance standing by to fire again.
The PAC infantry slowly crawled up the hill attempting to remain unseen and they where still at least eighty yards out and closing.
Alex started shaking his Lambert, “Oh we are so screwed! I should have just applied for base defense not this! Maybe we can go over there and hide in that tower!” as he started to crawl off but a second later Dr. Hobbes was sitting in Alex’s back, pinning him to the ground….

... “Get off me Doc! Were moving out man we need to move!” screamed Alex wailing his arms and legs as if he was swimming in the ocean. “Geez how much do you weigh?”
“I didn’t hear any order come from him, did you Olofson?” said Hobbs as he started reviewing his surroundings checking his tactical map.
“No I haven’t heard a thing from him last order I was told was to take cover here and wait for new orders, I even brought a lunch today, anyone want a cookie?” he announced opening up a small lunch box with what seemed like homemade food in containers.
Alex looking around confused, “are you guys serious? Why do I get assigned with the old guys that just sit around and wait for death? I though this was the action squad!”
Their leader removed his hand from the left side of this tactical helmet, faced towards the group whom seemed very relaxed considering their situation, he rose from his knee to a standing position and looked down the icy hill towards the opening where he had seen a tank and more infantry that he had previously expected. The tank shot towards them again, hitting the same building beside them, destroying it completely making a small piece of rock kit Alex against his helmet making a soft pinging noise.
The sounds of a speakerphone click and a voice came on, at first the voice was speaking in Russian but none of the squad could make out what he was saying, there was a few odd noise coming out the speaker phone followed by words they could understand, “Drop you weapons and come down with your hands up! You are outmatched and will be considered prisoners of war if you agree with our terms, if you fail to our generous agreement, we will be forced to do to you what we have done to the house next to you, and we would love to do that.”
“Guys get ready to move, I believe it’s about to rain,” announced Eric as if slung his Carbine around his waist, Sgt. Olofson and the Hobbes started gathering their gear, checking their armor, and making sure nothing was jammed.
Alex lifted himself off his stomach into knee, “wait are we giving up? I mean it’s the best logical idea.”
“Not really,” Eric said as there was a sudden explosion where the tank once stood, yet now it’s only a pile of metal. “Right on schedule, let go! Hobbes! I want cover fire on this position!” He click on his wrist where there was a miniature satellite view of the area, once he clicked on a spot, immediately an symbol of a sword appeared at a distance inside the display view of Hobbes helmet.
“Roger” he responded firing in double burst while moving backwards covering the rear. “Uh oh… Tagged one..!”
Appearing from the cloudy sky, an UD-6 Talon came down like a falling angel, raining down shots on the scattering PAC infantry. On the other side of the building complex, the small infantry squad was cheerfully greeted by the UD-12 Shepherd, it was standing by for pick up to….