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Chiricov

Chapter 4

A Legend Confirmed

"What?!" the three of us gasped. Our jaws hanging limply.

"Don't worry boys. This isn't a bad thing. Your skills will just be put to" he paused, "better use..."

"Sir, with all due respect, but, yes, we screwed up one mission. You don't have to throw us out and demote us." I said, still shocked.

He looked at me with a confused look, and then said, "When did I say you were being demoted. As a matter of fact you and your team are being transferred to Division Alpha."

"What?!" we three again gasped.

Hummel chuckled to himself. "Yes, command has been watching you three for some time now. Each of you has a special ability that command desires. Chiricov, your dead-on aim and skill with a sword. Nina, your quick intelligence and ability to make decisions under pressure. Trey... your... ability to sleep through anything... and your leadership. So... congratulations on your promotions."

We just stood there; our jaws hanging loosely.

"You'll be leaving tonight, under the cover on night, around 2300 hours. Remember, gentlemen, Alpha is a legend to the public... a myth... but make no mistake, Alpha is very real." He stated.

We nodded our understanding.

"Also, remember, since Alpha is a top-secret government division; you can tell no one. Now, as your know, Alpha Division is made up of the best soldiers in the world. Alpha uses experimental technology and weapons in combat; these too are beyond top-secret." Hummel stated in a stern voice. "Now, get to your places and start packing up... that's all gentlemen... Dismissed."

"Yes, Sir!" we shouted in reply. We turned and walked out.

When we exited the building, we shouted for joy. I hugged and kissed Nina, I even embraced Trey. We were three soldiers hi on happiness.

"Guys. Guys. Guys." I said quickly. "We're goin' to Slider's Pub to celebrate. I'm buying."

We hopped into my Excursion and drove five minutes down the street to Slider's. We were still in our military fatigues when we walked in. The hostess there eyed the OSF-D patch on our sleeves and searched frantically around for a table.

"Hiya there" I said happily, "We are just here for the bar."

She nodded and motioned to the bar with her hand. We sat down and ordered out drinks. Five minutes later the same hostess appeared; carrying a plate of Slider's famous Spicy Wings.

She smiled at us and politely said, "Our little way of saying thank you for your service to your country. Courtesy of Slider, himself."

I finished sipping my Guinness, placed it on the counter and smiled.

"Well, hun, thank you very much, and your welcome." Trey said.

She placed the plate down and we began eating the delicious spicy chicken before us. It was very good... very spicy. I ordered 3 waters for all of us, to cool down the burning sensation in our mouths.

"Well that was nice of them." I said.

I asked the bartender of the bill, which came out to $34.67. I dropped a $50.00 on the table and tipped the waitress a $10.00 as we left. On our way back, we stopped by the container store, 3 years of living at base for Trey; he had a lot of stuff. Nina and I both had to move our stuff from our house. We arrived at base to help Trey pack, on the helipad, there was a strange, black, stealthy-looking, plane/helicopter crossover. I smiled; I knew that was our ride for tomorrow night. Alpha was already becoming interesting.

It took a few hours, but we finished collecting, sorting, and packing Trey's stuff. Now, it was mine and Nina's turn. We did not have nearly as much stuff, as Trey's boxes occupied most of the trunk of my SUV.

I looked at my watch, 1100 hours. 2300 was rapidly approaching. We all had that nervous feeling inside our stomachs, as the excitement grew. We entered the base and drove to the helipad, it was empty, or so we thought. I got out of my truck and scanned the surrounding area; looking for the aircraft we say earlier today.

I scratched my head; I was confused. Then there was an electrical snap as strings of electric energy appeared over the helipad. A circle shaped ring of white energy bounced horizontally side-to-side as a shape took form in the middle.

I covered my eyes from the bright light. Nina and Trey were now outside, also covering there eyes. Then, the lightning disappeared as quickly as it had come and in its place was the stealthy aircraft. The ramp in the back was open and we heard footsteps on the metal surface. Then, two mini electrical storms appeared about fifteen feet in front of us. I quickly place my paw on my M9 Beretta and drew the pistol; aiming it at the electric storms. I clicked the safety off, ready for anything.

The lightning stopped and before us stood two figures dressed in very hi-tech looking armor. I lowered my pistol. When I saw them, my mind flashed to the cover of "Halo 3", which I just purchased. Their armor had many similarities. The only major differences were; their armor was black and their visors were a kind of dark crystal blue.

"Are you Sergeant Chiricov, Sergeant Poole, and Sergeant Anderson?" the soldier on the left asked as they walked towards us; removing their helmets.

"Yes we are." I said, cautiously eyeing the futuristic guns slung over their backs.

"Good." He said bluntly. "I'm Captain Monroe; I'll be your pilot. There here, is your co-pilot, Captain Grimm."

I nodded; they extended their lupine paws to shake our hands. We shook each other's paw, and then Monroe spoke again.

"Is your stuff in the back of the truck?" he asked.

"Yes, it is." I replied.

"Well, let's go get it, load it into the Falcon and take off." He said.

The five of us walked to the back of the truck, opened the trunk and started unloading the boxes. We finished after fifteen minutes. I was amazed at how much space was in the Falcon; all the boxes and equipment loaded inside, plus a strange looking Humvee, that was already there, and there was still room for us and twenty other soldiers.

We sat down and the ramp closed the back; sealing it tightly. We heard the jet engines start; they were much more hi-pitched, though. Then it clicked-scram-jets powered by a solid slush hydrogen fuel. I looked out the window and saw the wings and engines rotate ninety degrees until they were perfectly vertical.

"Buckle up! We're taking off!" Grimm shouted over the scream of the engines.

We fastened out seatbelts and the falcon launched into the air. At three-hundred feet the wings began to rotate back to their original horizontal state. Monroe pushed down on the throttle; setting it to maximum thrust. We were slammed back into our seats by the G-force. But that soon subsided. We were on our way to Alpha Division.