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<p>"Uh guys? We have a problem," I call over the radio, "I'm getting some CB chatter and it ain't good news. Seems as if all the survivors are holed up in a warehouse near the city and are currently surrounded."<br/><br/> I had been sitting in my truck about a mile ahead of camp. We set down 2 miles north of Jackson in a forest. I was scouting the city from afar when my CB radio started to chatter. After listening for a moment, I got what info I needed and radioed in.<br/><br/> "Alright, come back and we will figure something out." Said Mr Collins. I fired up my truck and headed back. This day was only getting started. <br/><br/> As I rolled into camp, I look for the command truck, parking nearby. I climb in HQ and find Mr Collins, José and Tonya all looking mad and scared at the same time. Tonya was the head of the offensive team, but you'd never know. At 4'9 and 170lbs, she was tiny, but god forbid you try and mess with her or her posse. Even me, the 6'3ft and 240lbs of muscle that I am, was scared. She was well trained and viscous in a fight. José was head of prep, food, and moral, and Mr Collins was in charge of defense and maintenance. All of us were put in charge by default and we ran the camp as best we could.<br/><br/> "Alright, spill. Where are the survivors and how do we help them?", asked Tonya as she laid out the map. <br/><br/> "They are in a military warehouse just east of Jackson, and they are not doing well. They have all the materials needed to improve our convoy but have no uninjured people besides the guards and there are only 10 left. If we can get a team of mechanics and soldiers in there, we can build a few rigs and truck them out. The problem is the Buggers surrounding the warehouse.", I say as I plot out the location and relay my info. "They don't have much ammo and guns left but if we take 1 truck through the crowds and get to the back door, we can get in. A max of 10 people can get in, so we need to setup a team and prep Big T.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/> Within ten minutes we had 9 people packed like sardines in a rig. We had all the tools and weapons we would need for the extraction in the tool boxes (go figure) and all the people necessary for this plan to work. We got moving and within 15 minutes we were on final approach, hauling ass at 90 down the highway. <br/><br/> "You have one chance and it's not gunna be hard to fuck it up. God, this has to be one of those 200 IQ plans." ,I sigh as we take the last turn and barrel towards the gates, "Everybody HOLD ON!"<br/><br/> The crowd of Buggers was stand at the gate, trying to get in but failing miserably. As we approach' I hit the air horn and punch it. We plowed through them and the gate without stopping and slam on the brakes so as not to hit the building. The folks inside open the door and let us pull in. <br/><br/> "So you guys are the ones helping us out of hear?", said some official looking guy. By the way Mr. Collins straightened up, I'd guess that he was a higher ranking officer. "I'm Sergeant First Class James McAllister. I'm the highest ranked officer here and am currently in charge. Who are you?" Damn that explains Mr. Collins reaction. <br/><br/> "The name's Marcus Connor.", I say after an uncomfortably long silence. <br/><br/> "Sergeant Mathew Collins, sir. I am in charge of our group. We hope to help you and your people get out of here." He offered a handshake. SFG McAllister look taken aback for a second, then took his hand.<br/><br/> "Tonya Hemmer, head of offense in our camp"<br/><br/> "José Hernandez, advisor."<br/><br/> "Good to meet y'all, but let's quit beating around the bush and get you what you need to get us the fuck out of here." Marathon start-o. (Use an anime voice)</p>