It appears that after he rescued the American scientist from the school, he hooked up with a team that eventually extracted me from the graveyard. When I looked at Psycho, I remembered leaving the SCAR behind, but I didn't forget to unload the ammo from Aztec, Jester and Prophet. The last thing I wanted to do was leave any US ammo in a gun that could be used against me. I know I will find another SCAR and I know that I will take down that machine ... or those machines ... if it takes every bullet that was once owned by my teammates!
As we lifted off the ground, Psycho and I talked about Prophet. Turns out, he was never found and is presumed to be dead at this point. The vitals from the Nanosuit had stopped transmitting back to Headquarters several hours ago. The locator beacon in his Nanosuit - which begins transmitting once the vitals reach critical levels - never was detected on US Military radar.
I began to think about what would cause the locator beacon to not fire. That led me down a path of severe pain and anguish that would end someones life faster than our existing technology could predict ... or react to. Immediately, I had to push these thoughts out of my mind, because I cannot imagine that kind of pain being brought upon someone who did his best to lead our team through so many missions the last five years.
I said a prayer for Prophet and for his distant family members back in the US. I never had the experience of being there when such news was delivered from a soldier lost at battle, but I can imagine it has to be one of the toughest things in the world to endure. The biggest issue is not being able to say good-bye or I Love You one last time.
All of this time, I figured Prophet would have figured out a way to cut himself loose from the clutches of that machine. That he landed in the bush somewhere on the island and was planning a way to get back to base. I guess the reality must be different. I guess the reality must really suck.
I heard a loud bang caused by what I believe to be a higher power - because my mind quickly focused on what was going on around me. Looking up, I just realized that I was surrounded by several troops in this helicopter. So, I guess this is no longer a five man covert mission. Perhaps losing three very good Delta Force soldiers was enough to get the Calvary involved.
I personally know that I've tagged probably more enemy soldiers on this island than I have in my entire military career. And we are still not to the core of this situation. I think about my past covert missions that were executed without public knowledge in both suspected and unsuspected parts of the world. At the time, I thought I would never experience battles heavier than I had seen in those places. Just in a few days, with what appears to be over 300 enemy soldiers left behind, I know I am standing on a new plateau. I sure hope this is the peak ... because this kind of stuff really gets to me.
I began to focus on what I was hearing. The US Military is launching an attack on the island. My goal, as it was explained to me on the chopper, is that I have to meet up with Lieutenant Bradley for my next assignment.
The Korean People's Army is certainly prepared as they are filling the sky with a lot of Anti-Aircraft (AA) ammunition. Things were really getting hectic and it sounded like World War III had erupted on the island. Surely, this had to be on the major news media outlets at this point. These bombs are rocking the foundation of Earth!
Things got so bad that they had to land the helicopter near the top of a hill. A green flare had marked our safe zone. When I exited the helicopter, I realized it was anything but safe, by my definition. My Nanosuit radar was nearly full red, meaning the enemy knew where I was and were pointing weapons in my direction.
I had to move to a new location. I could hear jets screaming just a couple hundred feat above me. The AA guns were pumping thousands of rounds of ammo into the sky. Bombs where hitting the ground not too far from my location. My pulse began to race. This was far from being slow and stealthy - my preferred plan of attack.
As I walked down the hill, one of the US Air Force planes was hit hard by AA. I didn't see the pilot eject. He probably didn't have time. What I captured on my camera, was probably his last second of life.
I turned around to glance at the rocks behind me. I saw a flame burst into the rocks and char the foundation to change from a nice gray color to deep black and red. I said a few words for the pilot that I did not know who also gave his life for this mission. Another visit will be scheduled for the next of kin, I am certain.
As I walked further down the hill, the AA guns hit a second plane flying above.
Another pilot, another 100 million dollar aircraft, wasted. Is this discovery really worth the cost the KPA is launching? At least this plane hit the ground near a base. Maybe it took a few KPA soldiers out along the way.
Something has to be done about these AA guns. What I don't understand is how the KPA are so accurate with guns that have been around since WWII. I remembered that they had some of our Nanosuits, so maybe they stole the key to our Top Secret research files without our knowledge!
I continued to run down the hill until I finally met up with Lieutenant Bradley. As if I had been reading his mind, he told me (in a very loud and stern voice) that these AA guns are killing our pilots and they need to be stopped.
I agreed using a stern voice of my own. After all, anyone who decides to take down a soldier on a rescue mission must be dealt with accordingly.
It looks like there are two AA guns in the valley below. They appear to be heavily guarded and I appear to be the one most qualified for the job. I certainly don't mind, either, because of the vengeance of my fellow soldiers who have already fallen in the line of duty.
I am off to get to a point where I can plan my route toward the first AA gun. I will be back in touch very soon!
Nomad ... signing out.
