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"Roger Outlaw. We will send an evac chopper immediatley, I will personally come with them to pick you guys up. Are there any rebels or other people that would pose a threat to a chopper, over," Aimee heard the man on the radio say, she thought she almost heard cheering in the background, either that or screaming she couldn't quite tell. She picked up her handmic and replied, "That's a big negative, nothing here but us, forests and the occasional zombie. We're bored as hell here, hope you have some entertainment there. Gotta go pack up. See you in a few Truman, Outlaw 2-6 out"

AImee set the handmic down and looked over her shoulder and shouted up the stairs at her partners in crime, "Hey guys, get your s**t lets get ready to leave! Oh hey Cuttler, think you can get mine packed too? I gotta stay here and keep these guys on track. I don't want them to forget about us!" She mixed up some of the horrible coffee in her MRE and sat back, waiting. Just in case they needed better directions than those she had sent.

Tommy watched on the hacked view-screen as the Blackhawks took off. He looked over his shoulder and whistled at the Lonely Island members in the room, "Alright, they're gone, we should have a bit of clearance before they get back, lock and load guys.". The Gang members all nodded and ran off to their access shafts. Jason had about a third of his total force going out with him, the rest were covering the shafts and the doorways. The point of the mission was to sow panic and pain, not to take the boat, he had to make sure he had corners covered before that. He loaded his Glock and .357. Jason nodded to the others and they slid into the shafts and started crawling through.

After about ten or fifteen minutes of crawling they reached the access vents that they wanted to get through. Jason pulled out a short wave walkie-talkie and gave the signal, a second later he slid out and looked around. Over the short-wave he could hear gunshots and a few of the lines go dead. He swore and took cover as a guard with a Glock 18 fired at him, spraying bullets across the wall. He pulled his .357 off of his belt and aimed it in the direction he thought the guard was. He fired twice in a line. The first round hit the wall and made a loud noise, but the next two buried themselves in the guard's thigh and pelvis. Jason mantled the crate he'd been covering behind and ran over to the guard he'd shot, he kicked the man's hand as it reached for its G18 then fired once more, ending the guard's life. He reloaded his .357 then slid it into his belt and grabbed the guard's G18 and his remaining two clips. He reloaded the G18 and ran down the hallway towards the mess hall where his men were converging on.

"Our chopper is heading to the LZ in a nearby field. We need to move it, though. Those helos will attract Zack for miles around. My men will help you with your equipment," Joe said, motioning with his left hand for the guards to grab the equipment.

"Alright, Zack are probably already coming in on the helo's location, so we gota double time it to the LZ. Keep your eyes open, stay alert, and run like hell, and we'll have shots at the ship's pub tonight, Hoorah?" Joe said, heading for the front door, his gun ready.

Jason reloaded the guard's G18 he'd stolen as he and his friends reached the mess hall, he made sure his bandana was pulled up as two more people walked up to the double doors. Jason had planned it out, this was the guards' mess hall, while they kept the guards busy, the rest of the group would infiltrate the food storage and hopefully snag some much-needed supplies. Jason nodded and one of the gangsters kicked the doors open. Jason rushed in and fired wildly, clipping two guards sitting at the table near him in the back and sending them sprawling forwards. Jason rushed to them and slid down, he grabbed the two guards by the scruff of the neck and tossed them down behind him. He kicked the table over for cover and fired at the other guards seated across the room while his friends set up their own makeshift cover. Jason leaned back, checking the clip on the G-18, he seemed to have enough for two move 5 second bursts in the clip. He fired them off into the faces of the two guards that he'd shot in the back for good measure, then checked their corpses. One of the guards was obviously off duty and had no weapons, but the other seemed to be slacking off and had been on duty. Jason pulled the guard's M9 pistol and a spare clip off of the corpse and set up behind cover again. Jason checked that the M9 was cocked and looked over the table he was covering behind, firing at the guards who had done the same to their tables across the way...

The feel of the wind in her hair, the smell of a good ol' American Black Hawk helicopter, and the sight of that old Retrans station being left behind made Aimee smile quietly to herself in spite of things. It felt good to be getting out of there. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the freedom.

She heard the man across from her speak, "So, what's your story? How'd you get stuck with outpost duty in a dead zone?" She could barely hear him ask over the sounds of the chopper.

Aimee assumed he was talking to her because her two guards were sleeping like babies. "Well, you might not have known it but the world has gone to s**t, after a while the U.S., mainly my BCT from Ft. Campbell, decided that it had to save as many survivors as they could while also carving out a safe haven in the major cities a few at a time. They did this on their own and with their own equipment, we hadn't heard from anyone else in a few months so our BCT started operations."

She fiddled with her rifle and continued, " Now, like any good operation, they needed to be able to communicate via FM radios so Retrans stations were set up throughout the area of operations to ensure they had communications. My team got the call and drew a short stick so we got mountian detail, out in the sticks with no one around for miles."

Aimee watched out the side of the helicopter as it continued on it's flight towards wherever they were headed. "At first it seemed to be going okay, we might have actually been winning who knows, but then comms stations started dissappearing. After that entire manuver units were lost, the last time we had heard a human voice on that radio was months ago. But we always waited knowing sooner or later we'd hear someone, and life would find a way, so are they all dead then? My friends?" Aimee asked innocently as she finished her story.

Ainee only hoped that it was all over, she just wanted some real food, maybe she'd even get on a dress and head out for a night on the town, she couldn't wait to be back to the real world, well what was left anyways...

Jason heard the voice of Tommy break over his shortwave radio, "Hey...Jason, buddy, team snatch and grab snagged a bit of food from the lockup, but one of them is dead and one is wounded, they're back on the East side right now, you guys need to head back, looks like theres a new helicopter coming in on the LZ" Jason fired, catching a guard in the shoulder as he motioned to his gang members to back out the door, "Go, Go, Go!" Jason ran out the door towards the ventilation shafts. He watched as two gang members got cut down by fire from the Guards. He swore loudly, running to the vents and leaping. He caught a hold of the edge and pulled himself in, sliding through, a few seconds later two of his gang members followed.

Jason slid out on the other side of the vent, his men checking him before letting him and his two gang members come through. Then they sealed the shaft again. Jason sighed and leant back against the nearest wall, there was blood flowing from his head wound after all the exertion, flowing over his nose and near his mouth. He swore for a moment then wiped it away. He pulled his walkie-talkie off of his belt and pressed the speak button. "Alright, you guys did great today, most of of made it back, but some of you haven't...If you're alive, then you know what to do, you're dead if you try and make it back here and you're dead if they catch you, fight unto the last breath, do not give an inch, show them what your pride as an East Sider means to you. Fight for the safety of your families, your girlfriends, your friends, our plan is almost at its critical stage, your blood will be repaid tenfold in the blood of those who would oppose us when you fall, You must do this for the Lonely Island, you must do this for our future." Jason sighed and clicked the walkie-talkie off.

wherever the gang members were left, stranded on the outside of the East Side, they formed into small groups at choke-points and gravely waited the guards to come.