Operation: Not-So-Lone-Guardian

[alertcommando]

The door opens into what seems to be a warehouse, but a quick look around reveals it to be a boathouse, a large one. Tied to the enclosed pier, a U.S. Navy Amphibious troop transport waits for the combatants. Lined up near the transport are weapons, scuba gear and four 20 gallon metal drums.

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[alertcommando]

Special Agents Tanya Adams and Annabelle Newfield are very much welcome: after twqo hours of fighting in the city they can sit, rest... and reload, while in the open space of the vehicle patio the air ripples and shines while tanks and armored troop carriers materialize, delivering reinforcements to the city.

Twenty-seven vehicles carrying a total of a hundred soldiers are transferred in, enough to make Fort Bradley too strong for the paratrooper squads the Soviets peppered the city with. With a secure ground base, transport choppers begin to deliver more troops and materiel.

Tanya sits down beside Annabelle, finally able to relax a bit. "At least here we stopped them. Just spoke General Carville, he is sending in the Navy and more ground troops to secure the state and form a backup position. The rest of the east coast forces is assembling at South Carolina to move into Florida."

[aeons_crackshot]

Special agent? Well, it's probably a simpler explanation than the truth.

"That we did," Annabelle says with a bright grin. "Florida, hm? Are we headed there or somewhere else?"

[alertcommando]

"Hm, if you are still up for more, there is a detachment heading north to take care of a supply depot the Reds set up in a marina."

[aeons_crackshot]

"It would be rude not to pay our neighbors a visit," Annabelle jokes with a sharp grin. "Although I'm not sure what your forces are likely to think of me tagging along."

[alertcommando]

"I asked the commander. He said that unless High Command sends new orders, he would be glad if we stuck around and helped."

That is a near-ferocious grin. "Would you like to add a couple nice sturdy AKM rifles to your collection?"

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle pretends to think about this for a moment, then grins. "Oh, I suppose I have room for a few more guns," she says with a wink. At this rate, Annabelle will soon not be able to fit the entire collection in a booth at the same time...

[alertcommando]

She will have to start working on it in parts. "Well, let's go. We do not want to be late for dinner, right?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"Of course not," Annabelle says with a laugh. "We wouldn't want to get ourselves in trouble," she adds with a wink.