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((Part 2))
"5 minutes to landing." The same filtered voice from the pilot came over the radio. "Alright, get the supplies into the truck so we don't keep anyone waiting." Sgt. Sullivan said as he lowered the ramp on the truck and got the wheels on the large container. The 5 of us worked together to get it onto the truck, removed the wheels, and got into the truck. We felt a sudden jolt and shaking as we hit the ground. "Hold onto something, this runway's pretty old." Sullivan said and grabbed onto his seat, then tried to start the truck. "As s**t, this thing's blown out..." He said and looked over to Cpl. Anders, who just shrugged in confusion.

The plane soon came to a full stop and the back opened up for us, we released the brake on the truck and pushed it out. "Maybe the backup's got a ride for us." He said as soon as we were out. "Alright, thanks for the assist Eagle 1, see you in a few days." Sgt. Sullivan called into a portable radio he carried. "Roger." The pilot answered simply. It was less than a minute before the door began to close and they were starting off again. We looked aroudn to see something was already wrong. "Where is everybody?" Pvt. Parts asked as he looked around, and he was right, there wasn't a soul to be found, not even a vehicle to show there ever was. "You sure this is the right place Eagle 1?" Sullivan called into the radio. "Positive, maybe they're running late." The pilot answered. Soon they were off again and in the air. Out of nowhere, a ball of what looked like fire shot out like a bat out of hell from the treeline, straight towards the plane. "Watch out!" Sullivan called. "Wha-" The pilot was going to ask before it hit the wing and exploded in a large ball of fire and shrapnel. "We're hit, we're hit!" The pilot yelled as they began to spiral slowly to the trees, soon hitting them and the ground, becoming engulfed in flames and spreading shrapnel in all directions.

"No, no, no..." I was saying to myself, not believing a thing before my eyes. "Eagle 1! Eagle 1 come in!" Sullivan way yelling into the radio in a scared tone. "Well that's just ******** great! Pvt. Sounds yelled and began pacing. "There goes our only ride out of here, and there's still no sign of backup!" She continued. "Get a hold of yourself!" Cpl. Anders said, trying to get everyone's attention. "Now things look grin, but that's no reason to lose our heads, now if out allies won't come to us, then we'll go to them, this place has got to have a working vehicle somewhere." He said, this truly did give us something to distract us. "Alright, let's split up into 3 teams, Parts and Nations, you go check the hangers, if not a plane for later, than maybe a vehicle of some sort." Sullivan said, pointing to it. "Sounds and Anders will go to the parking lot, I'll stay here and get the supplies out of the truck and ready to get out of here." He said, trying his hardest to keep his mind occupied. "Now go!"