The Enola Gay and the Huey took to the sky and headed to the Smithsonian. A single light guided them in. There inside the main building, there were over fifty people all inside awaiting their arrival.
"Alright people! Listen up, this is Ally One aka Barbara. The one's behind her, are the crew of the Enola Gay, and the Ghost of Ottawa, he's gonna be leading the charge. Any questions?"
"Just one Deek, where and what do we start?"
"Get every single wartime airplane outside and ready to fly. AV Fuel is on the right, regular fuel is on the left. Let's go!"
As if the factories of WWII Detroit had reopened, aircraft were rolled out and fueled. Mechanics brought century old engines back to life, pilots got them dialed back into spec for flight, and some even brought ground vehicles back from the dead.
"This is incredible!"
"After your loss in the sky, we all figured that you'd need new pilots and planes. So, we had a few guys go out and pick up some of your pilots who survived. Most were badly injured, but a few didn't make it. They should be inside."
"Barbara, we can't thank you enough."
"Don't thank me yet, we still gotta get a lot of these birds back in the air."
"Maybe we can help."
"Who are you?"
"Desert Storm Vets, H and Daws. We had a very special mission."
One of the veterans points at the SR-71 Blackbird. The Ghost and the other Enola crew smiled and cheer.
"Welcome to the team. H and Daws."
"From the looks of it, should call us the Old Guard."
"The Star-Spangled Old Guard.... I like it."
"We'll get that Blackbird airworthy. You guys need to see Mafioso, he has intel for you."
"Perfect."
The crew of the Enola head over to Mafioso who clearly had information.
"Aye the Enola crew, and the legend himself, haven't seen you in a fat fucking second my G."
"Mafioso, kickass name my friend, but you're a long way from Peoria, what info you got for me."
"Turns out, the NWO was gonna cop this unit, but plans fell through. The USS Gerald Ford, a nuke powered aircraft carrier left unguard up until my guys picked up guard duty for it."
"Holy shit, that's a great find but how are we gonna man it?"
"Got former US Navy personnel running it now, getting it already for us."
"Jesus, when Daws said you had information for us, he wasn't kidding."
"Exactly, now I'll be riding with you the rest of the way, call it a gesture of good faith."
"Fine by me, the more hands we have the easier winning will be."
The Old Guard worked for three days straight getting the planes running, armed, and ready to fly. The ground forces were also ready by that time as well, it was as if Barbara had pulled every string, she had to get personnel back on the right side of things.
After about another day, the Old Guard took to the streets and skies using everything at their disposal.
"That's an ME-262 and an HO-229, the original flying wing made by the Germans in WWII."
"Yep, everything has been repainted and numbered based on your Enola Gay and the SR-71 Blackbird. Y'all foiled their plans for radar, now we have the advantage."
"All birds this is the USS Gerald Ford, we are ready to receive you, Enola, you're second after the Blackbird."
As planes landed on the carrier, they were taken below and stored as the ground units made their way into the back later to be transported to the Lots Marauder should it have survived.
"Ghost on the bridge." called out a sailor as the Ghost entered the bridge of the ship."
"I need to send out an encoded message."
"Transmit away."
As the Overlord and his small band of ships steamed onwards, the message came through.
"Overlord, we got an encrypted message, but nobody can decode it."
"Ask Elijah, he may know."
After a few attempts he decoded the code.
"you got it?"
"Yes, I worked with the Ghost, the code is based on a cypher he gave me. It's in the computer font wingdings but each symbol can me different things. Look here, star star, is code for priority message from someone of high ranking, and the Halloween pumpkin means Ghost. That's the easy part, but Star, Horseshoe + Wind, Waves+ Star, Fish, Whale, that means You, Overlord, meet quickly, in the ocean, he has a big boat."
"Okay...where?"
"Hawk+ Armadillo, Shamrock, Grass, Swamp, meaning, they have planes and ground vehicles, meet in the starred capitol of the swamp, Washington D.C."
"Odd code but effective, Jacko, turn us around, we have a boat to catch."