Trouble on Highway 405 [USMC]

[Sam Mitchell]

March 12th, 2011
2000 Hours

Sam's platoon were sneaking their way around the unrecognizable streets of Inglewood. Massive amounts of cars caught on fire cluttered the space which was once used for vehicles, buildings around were partially or completely destroyed. The only sounds that could be heard was the constant 'tic' of engines cooling off and gun fire at a distance.

The blonde's radio suddenly picked up a frequency from the US Army, a scared voice followed by loud gun fire echoed through the white noise. ''Can anyone hear me? We need back up, highway 405. I repeat, can anyone hear me?''

Sam crouched down and lifted a closed fist in the air, advising her marines to hold their position. She gripped her radio with a glove clad hand and clicked it on, bringing it close to her mouth before she began to speak. ''Loud and clear. This is Gunnery Sergeant Sam Mitchell, Protectors One-Six actual, Charlie Company, third marine division. How can we be of service?''

The radio was cutting off, but muffled words could be heard through. ''Thank...Marines...saved.'' The man speaking at the other end sounded excited, the next words coming out from the radio could be heard clearly. ''Protector's actual, this is Private Ryan of the US Army, 37th Infantry division. What is your position? Over.''

Sam looked up at the green sing above her head. ''Florence avenue, Private.''

''Rodger. Our Sargent is down, we need immediate back up. We're pinned down on San Diego 48. Over.''

''Wilco. Hold your line, Private. Over and out.'' Sam placed her radio back on her ''We have a new objective. Staff Sergeant Martin, you have the map?'' She asked with a nod of her head.

Deacon nodded and moved closer to the woman, opening up the folded map. He pointed to their located. ''We're here.''

''Right.'' Sam squinted her eyes slightly as she looked the map over. She saw the Highway 405 marker 48 and pointed to it. ''The 37th Infantry are pinned here.'' The blonde informed then slid her finger down to a set of streets. ''We'll take a left on Hyde Park Boulevard and another left to get on Industrial Avenue. There's a way to get on the Highway from there.'' Cobalt eyes look up to gaze on Martin, waiting for some sort of confirmation.

''Sounds like a plan, Gunny.'' Deacon replied with courteous head nod and a small smile.

Sam smiled back, before looking at her team. ''Once a marine, always a marine. Let's go men, with courage!'' She shouted, the with courage motto echoed from all the Marines around her.

[Cameron Huxley]

Cameron walked slowly along the pavement as he gripped his M4A1 assault rifle. Everything was very dark as his watch chimed in 10pm on the second night of the Invasion. The cars around him were still burning, even some of the smoldering homes were ablaze. LA was hit hard and fast. Cameron's shoulders fell a little as he thought of all the innocent civilians who didn't get out of the city in time. O how lucky the ones who evacuated because of meteors were.

The Gunny placed her fist into the air and Cameron took a kneel. He set his M-4 against the top of his thigh as he took a sip from the tube that connected to his camel back. His eyes stared into the flames of one of the cars. He looked down at his rifle, looked at the side; safety off. Good. He tapped on Kellen's shoulder and nodded to the front "Whats up?" he asked. Kellen raised his shoulders and moved to the front near Gunny.

He heard the radio crackling and saw the Gunny talking to someone. She than turned to Deacon and then back to her men. She said the motto which Cameron replied "With Courage."

Cameron broke order and walked over to Sergeant Mitchell, "Gunny, what's the plan?" he asked as he watched the rooftops.

[Sam Mitchell]

Sam stood up as she gave out her team's orders. ''Deacon you take point, Huxley and I will be right behind. Corporal Olivera, Private Ginovaeff and Wells cover our flank. Move out marines.'' Her team replied with a loud 'Ohrahh' cheer.

The blonde moved to Cameron's side as they followed the Staff Sergeant. ''Get to Highway marker 48 ASAP. Nothing fancy, Huxley.'' The woman teased with her gun trained in front of her, eyes moving all around to make sure nothing that needs a breath mint would sneak up on them.

[Vincent Beckett]

Watching the roof tops and cracks in the alley, he lowered his weapon and kept a watchful eye out. A fist went up, Vincent immediately took a knee and raised his weapon, watching his sector.

Dead quiet except for a few familiar voices, that of the Gunny and Huxley. The silence was broken as Gunnery Sergeant Mitchell ordered the platoon to move out. Vincent hurried to his feet, making sure his sectors were clear. He glanced at his rifle and made sure the safety was switched to 'fire.' He followed behind the man in front of him, making sure to keep distance, always watching down the sight of his weapon.

[Landin Farley]

With careful footsteps Landin moved with the rest of his unit following the Gunny towards some Army fellows who got themselves pinned down. He swept his weapon left to right covering his assigned areas and keep the man in front of him avoid from any blindspots so he didn't have to worry about his back being shot. He was following Corporal Beckett and put his feet exactly where he was, just in case any traps or holes he might hit.

His grip on the gun wasn't very hard and he seemed somewhat at peace if you can hunched down walking carefully along the highway at peace. He was still somewaht new to the whole field thing but was learning fast and he got a great deal of experiance in Iraq which impressed his superiors and allowed him to be attached to Mitchell's unit.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and moved forward staying behind his man.

[Sam Mitchell]

Sam's platoon scotched a path with echoing footsteps. Their travel on foot to Industrial avenue was probably the longest walk every one of them as taken in their lives, jerking towards every sound that could be an enemy approaching and watching the rooftops of the nearby buildings with a schizophrenic paranoia. There was a heavy pressure on their shoulders, especially on the blonde woman as she was the one leading this unit of Marines. If something happened to one of them, it would be her fault.

The blonde followed the Staff Sergeant closely, tapping his shoulder to advise him to stop as they came up on on the raising Industrial avenue which connected with highway 405. She raised her fist in the air once again before turning around and looking at her men, crouching down. ''After this point, we're in the hot zone. I want you all to be extra vigilant.'' Weapons firing, explosions and cries of agony could be heard all around them, the intensity and chaos of this situation couldn't be possibly be described.

Sam clicked her radio on and brought it close to her mouth. ''Private Ryan, what is your status? Over.''

Static flew though her radio as the private replied. ''In deep shit, Gunny. They're gaining on us. Hurry. Over.''

''Keep your line secure Private, we're about 2 klicks away from you. Over and out.''

Sam placed her radio back on her tactical vest. ''Marines, I want you to follow Sergeant Deacon. I'll stay back here and snipe the fuckers.'' The blonde informed as she grabbed the riffle that was on her back, holstering her handgun. Don't need you anymore. The real fun begins.

The Staff Sergeant and Cameron looked skeptical, but they knew Sam was the best scout to provide them with cover fire. He saluted her with respect and urged the marines to run across the highway where they could take cover behind a mass of cars. Some of her Marines turned around to salute her and she did the same. She hoped none of them would get hurt, they were all good men, someone them kids, even.