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I almost couldn't believe that they had found Wyatt that fast. It almost seemed a little suspicious, but I'd never been one to question fortune.

"Where is he sir?", John quickly asked.

"North Western Africa",Holland replied,"we don't have much Intel,but the signal we traced came from somewhere south of Las Noels."

I sighed.

"That place is a out and out war zone",Hudson said.

"I know",Holland said,"the local militia has been waging genocide in the area for months,they'll be everywhere."

"So how do we get to Wyatt?", I asked.

"I'm sending you to meet a man named Jonas Dakarai",Holland told us,"he's a high ranking General in the local military and one we have helped before, he believes you can help him win back his country and his men can find Wyatt."

"Good enough for me",I said.

"Marines,this is Class 2",Holland told us,"it means your going in as deniable,the higher ups don't know about this op."

"Understood",I replied,"give us the details."

Holland rolled out a map.

"You'll be heading south of Las Noels to meet a convoy headed by Dakarai",Holland said,"the local militia has been making an extremely aggressive approach to the city,if they are allowed to make that city,thousands will die."

"Understood sir",I replied.

"Very well",Holland said,"grab your gear,you got thirty minutes before Blackflag leaves."

John and the others returned to their rooms for their weapons. I started to go back with them, but Holland stopped me.

"I' got your uniform ready", he said placing a plastic wrapped lump of tri color desert cloth on the table, "wear it proudly sister."

I smiled, "you know I will sir."

"Dismissed private", Holland answered.

I nodded, slipped on the uniform and ran for the chopper. When I got there, instead of the black Helo that brought us back, there was an old, olive drab one with "Us Marines" spray painted on the side. Hudson was in the pilot's seat, Issac was next to him and Frank was sitting on the edge of the chopper as John came running out. He was dressed in cyote brown pants and boots, a white T-Shirt and his vest with a blue Shemagh scarf and his machine gun, which I now knew to be a Mk-48 GPMG, over his shoulder. He hopped into the chopper and gave Hudson a motion to spin up the engines.

"Let's get this bird in the air", John said, "try and keep up Emelia."

I smiled and flared my wings, "is that a challenge?"

"Sure", John smirked as the Helo lifted off.

Soon after take off, even though I was almost 100 feet away, I heard music come on in the helicopter. It was so loud that I could even make out the lyrics, but I'm not going to repeat them because...he-he, they were rather dirty. I found myself grinning. I knew where I was going once all those cards were placed. Right back here, the boys needed me to keep them in check. The two hour fly went rather quickly. When we touched down on the outskirts of Las Noels, we were met with a scene of some 6000 men loading ammunition and guns into APCs and small platforms with guns on them. Hudson killed his Seahawk and John and the others climbed out, beginning to look around. I had heard of these guys in this part of Africa. For them, it had been invasion, after invasion, after invasion. Every time the people of this small country tried to put down their AKMs and rebuild, someone else came after them. It was sad really. I had heard on the news that had been begging for UN troops to come help them out so they could rebuild, and the UN had turned them away. Maybe someday they would get to rebuild, but who even knew anymore?

"Alright", John said, "let's find this Dakarai dude."

"AHHH!!", a deep voice boomed, "I am he!"

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a huge, easily 6'7 black man coming towards us. His hair was just as black as his skin and he had bright green eyes. A strange combination, but it worked for him. He was wearing a velvet beret and red patterned leaf print camouflage and he had a leather belt that held six rounds for a Colt Python strapped to his leg. His uniform and gear, like that of his army, looked almost brand new. Personally, it was rather strange to see an AKM with plastic parts and nice, electric sights. I could tell that this man, Like John, was a born leader and all he ever wanted to do was be a solider.

"My American friends!", he laughed loudly, "welcome to Firebase Echo!"

John held his hand out, "Major Johnathan Alexander Mason, great to meet you sir."

"And you as well", Dakarai laughed, "come, I shall inform you of my situation."

John and Hudson followed Dakarai into the tent and Frank and I stayed outside helping the men load up. I found it rather odd that they seemed to just view me as another American and didn't find the fact that I was an Eastern Dragon the least bit abnormal. A couple of them said that I was the first Draco they'd seen with the body style, but was about the extent to which I got the shock and awe, which pretty much threw the idea of being a Psychological as well as a physical weapon during the huge fight that was likely only 30 minutes over head, right out the window.

"That could complicate things", I sighed to my self as I helped an older, battle scared solider in a black uniform load some rounds onto a tank. A few minutes after heading inside, Hudson and John came back out and explained to us what was going on. I'd be following Hudson in the chopper, Issac and Frank would be on the tank and he would be with Dakarai on one of the baffles. Hudson spun up the helo as I flared my wings and rocketed up into the sky. Soon after that, Hudson's Seahawk joined me. Ahead of us was a horde of enemy soldiers so dense that I'd almost assume that they were zombies. I could see them setting up what looked like artillery pieces but the big kicker was that there were just soooo many.

"There are so many of them Hudson", I gulped.

"No shit", Hudson said, "let's go ahead and call J..."

Hudson was cut off as there was a puff of smoke from the ground and soon we could hear a whistling sound. Seconds later I could see the mortar coming right for us.

"Mortar!", I shouted barrel rolling to the side, avoiding the lethal projectile by mere inches. The 55 pound bomb flew another 1000 or so feet before smacking into the baffle John was riding on, throwing him a good ten or twenty feet away from it, but it didn't look like he was injured. The baffle however didn't get so lucky. It turned onto it's side and caught fire, quickly going from military tan to charcoal black. I could hear faint screams over the whistling of the mortars and smell burning flesh, which I hoped didn't belong to Frank or Issac. Hudson and I circled around the mass of enemy fighters, ending up right over John, who was looking up, watching us pass.

"John", I said calling over the radio, hoping that I had at least payed a little attention when Barron was trying to teach me all that coded military jargon, if I survived this, I was definitely in need of some real formal training "there's a ridiculous amount of MPLA soldiers massing about a half a click north of your current position."

"Yeah we know", John said, "Dakarai's leading a counter charge."

"Man's brave", I said starring into the withering mass of soldiers, I'll give him that. Any word on Wyatt's location?"

"No not yet", John said, "Dakarai expects his men to report back soon."

I could see as I looked below me all the baffles and jeeps move into the canyon as the mortars stopped firing. I saw the MPLA fighters tossing smoke canisters and running into it, screaming in war cry as gunfire began to fill the air.

"Let's get in this sister", Hudson said, "Holland teach you how to fire those minis?"

"Damn straight he did", I answered, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't ready to use them."

"Let's get to it then", Hudson said as we started to dive, only to be beaten back by big browning machine guns, 50 caliber I believe, because when it hit it stung like a bitch!

"Shit", John said on the coms, "they got T-62 tanks in support, Emelia, Hudson, we need ya to take the heat off!"

"Hang on!", I Said as Hudson and I started to circle, "were about to come around."

We lopped around so the tanks turrets were no longer facing us.

"Ready to take out the tanks", I shouted.

"Do it", John ordered.

I looked dead at one of the tanks as the Mini at my side started to spin up. I doubted that my bullets would do much, but every little dent helped. Much to my surprise, my rounds screwed that tank up very badly. There were two small explosions inside the tank and soon it burst into flames.

'Where'd you get Vulcan .308?", Hudson asked as his helo let loose two rockets.

"Hell if I know", I said as we cleared the tanks and circled around for another run. Hudson and I tore into the tanks with everything we had, drawing attention from random ground troops who began to open fire.

"Dammit", I growled as a bullet impacted my vest, "I'm taking fire from the ground, sooner or later one of them is gonna get lucky."

"There's heavy armor still out there", John called.

"Were on it boss", I shouted as I rolled out of the way of another 50 caliber machine gun. I looked down to see a white truck with a browning in the back. I pulled one of the grenades out of my vest and just as I was about to pull the pin off the man's head popped like a grape.

"MG trucks are down", John called.

"Thanks John", I called, "Hudson and I are coming back around."

No sooner had my words tumbled past my muzzle, then Issac came over the radio.

"John!", he screamed, "I'm pinned and I can't move!"

"Toss purple smoke to mark targets for me Issac!", I answered.

"Gotcha!", Issac called.

A few seconds later, purple smoke was billowing from a baffle with popped tires. I swooped down and let a hail of explosive lead fly from my miniguns, shredding Issac's assailants and freeing him up to leave the baffle. He quickly vacated it and joined frank who was riding on a friendly T-62 tank.

"They are weak!", Dakarai shouted over the radio, "we must finish them!"

There was more screaming and a burst sounding like a chainsaw as every AKM that was on my side ripped into the mass of retreating MPLA soldiers, all at once. The men went up in a cloud of blood, pieces of flesh and fragmented bone. Strangely though, I didn't feel sorry for these people, not even the least bit, and I didn't feel guilty about not feeling sorry, like I did with the Croc. Maybe it's because I knew these men either had no family, or were hated by them for the things they had done.

"Our journey to victory had begun", Dakarai said, "death to the MPLA!"

There was more screaming as another hail of gunfire tore through the air and the remaining enemies dropped underneath it. Hudson put his Seahawk down close to John's baffle and I landed beside them, trying to catch my breath.

"Ahhahaha!",Jonas thundered,"my friends from above! You killed many men today!? Yes! We all did!"

A man in a soldiers uniform ran up to Jonas and whispered something into his ear.

"Where's Wyatt?",I asked.

"The MPLA is not yet defeated",Jonas replied,"that is a very dangerous rescue my Eastern friend!"

"Where is he!?",John shouted.

"He's being held captive by a Cuban gun runner a very,very dangerous man!"

"Where!",John asked.

"About two miles north on a barge in the Noels river, look for a fishing barge guarded by gunboats!

John stepped onto the chopper with Issac and Frank.

"He may already be dead!"

"We'll take the chance!",John shouted back as Hudson began to lift off the helo and I flared my wings,"thank you Dakarai!"

"No thank you!",he said,dropping his weapon into his hand and holding it up in the air.

"Where we headed now?",Hudson asked over the coms.

"Two miles north",John replied,"the Las Noels,river,Jonas said Wyatt is on a barge."

"Think the Intel is any good?",I asked gliding about sixty feet away from them.

"Let's hope!",John called back.