Waiting for VTOL Rescue

Looking back on the logs, it was not even five minutes between the time the "mayday" distress call was initiated and when the VTOL arrived. However, it might as well have been an hour - because the North Koreans fire power did not cease and Psycho's guns were getting low on ammo.



When the VTOL arrived, the amount of lead heading toward Psycho's team reduced, but that only put the focus on the rescue craft itself. They had to hurry if they were going to get aboard that ship before it was blown out of the sky as well. As soon as the doors opened, the team was already boarding the ship. The earth rocked with every mortar blast coming in their direction.

The VTOL departed just before a rocket hit their prior position, only seconds before. "That one was close," Psycho thought, too close.



As they pulled away and began to retreat back to a safe location, the effects of the blast were worse than expected. The VTOL was having trouble getting up to full speed. They had cleared the area, but not as quickly as expected or needed. Just then, another blast hit the back of the VTOL. This made Psycho's heart race the most it had raced the entire mission. He knew that blast was going to put a dent in their plans to make it back to camp. His guess was validated when the VTOL raced back toward the earth.



Psycho braced himself as he knew the crash with the ground was not going to be pleasant.

En Route - Psycho Opens Up

As the helicopter headed in the direction toward Profit, I could tell this entire event had taken a toll on Sergeant Sykes - aka Psycho. Heck, it has taken a toll on all of us ... and I really believe we are still in the early stages of this war on Earth.

With the chopper pushing slowly toward the island and the auto-pilot engaged, Psycho began to go into details regarding the events that transpired after we went our separate ways on the island.

His tone was strong, but his voice was weak as he began to explain what happened after I got into that tank with Major Strickland. I remembered, that was the last time I had seen Psycho until we had that mother of all battles on the carrier. For the longest time, I thought he was in another tank behind me, but his orders pushed him elsewhere on the island.

I could not believe what he told me ... the action was intense, the experience was daunting. I had to force him to slow down so that I could comprehend everything he was telling me.

I am collecting his thoughts and downloading data from his Nanosuit at the same time. My goal, to tell the story of Psycho's personal Crysis - let's just call it WARHEAD for now. You are going to be amazed!

I will be in touch soon.

Nomad ... signing out.