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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[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle picks up the entirely new guns as they move along. She's never seen them before, but it doesn't matter.

Annabelle sighs as they reach yet another garrisoned position. "Remind me to bring grenades next time, will you?"

Annabelle assists with the moving closer by firing a burst into the garrisoned position. One of the Soviets manages to return fire, but the glancing shot is absorbed by the vest. Annabelle hits him in the head.

[alertcommando]

Since Annabelle has that position under control, Tanya starts on the next garrison. "Fifty yards or so and I can drop signal smoke."

As soon as Fort Bradley is back in the Grid, Command can start chronoshifting reinforcements directly in, and the Battle of New York will roll to a smooth end.

The commando hits two soviet conscripts and moved ahead a bit more for a better shot at the others.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle nods and finishes off the remaining conscripts at her position.

Then, something moving catches her eye, and a conscript that looked as if he was thinking about shooting Tanya ends up losing most of his head to a short burst of bullets.

It's going to be brutal and ugly work, taking out the remaining conscripts in those fifty yards, but these two will manage it.

[alertcommando]

It is only... well, 20 conscripts or so. Not that much of a challenge, and even less as Tanya launches the blue smoke signal.

And the 7th of Cavalry comes to the rescue... in the form of suppressive fire giving cover. "And there we are hon. Let's go." A simple straight 200 yard brisk march from cover to cover to the gates.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle grins when the smoke signal is launched and the suppressive cover fire arrives. "It's about time," Annabelle calls out. "We wouldn't want to hog all the fun," she adds with a wink.

Annabelle is whistling as they march up to the gate.

[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.