Comm-Link #006

Day 4,152, 14:22 • Published in Ireland Ireland • by Kaitlinn

Previous Episode: Comm-Link #005




Notes by Joe Quigley: No one else would go near Murph. Everyone at base was expecting to be attacked on sight. They’d every reason to think that in fairness. I didn’t expect to find him just lying there staring at the ceiling of his cell. I don’t think he’s moved since they threw his tranquilised ass in the holding cell. The smell certainly seemed to give me that impression. His eyes didn’t even move as I walked in and squatted down beside him. I told him his cousins were alive and waiting for him. He stared at me like the big hard man he expects everyone to think he is. I didn’t break his stare. Eventually his eyes were hot with tears so I let him sit up and sat myself down beside him. I told him Commander Mac Allistar was organizing a rescue mission and he silently nodded. I never seen him so weak. I hit him a hard slap. He looked at me like a punished child.

“Your in charge Murph, your cousins are in trouble. Are you gonna beat me up or rescue them!?” He sobbed. I guess the realization was just too heavy. He told me to f*ck off once he’d calmed down. Typical Murph. Commander Mac Allistar arranged his Mission debrief.
Dr. Assoulay bought a hi-tech tank stationed in Skerries, just outside of Dublin. Although Mac Allistar was eager to go he sent me as point guard for what Irish Civs will remember as the “Fall of Liberty Hall”

That skinny punk Quigley showed up at the cell they dumped me in as though I was some garbage they were throwing away after using a tranquiliser on me. They’re just like Goshawk. They care nothing for us but what they can gain from us and use us as cannon fodder for their war games set up by the “Organisation.” I was giving them nothing anymore, I didn’t care if I died in this place, my family’s gone, thrown away in a useless battle against those people and they don’t care as long as they continue to fight a losing battle..

Quigley gave me a little pep talk, I only half listened to it but it moved something inside me to try get Claire, Liam and Mick back from that Petrov bastard. What’s happened to Séan Óg, I’ll probably never know and what do these bastards care anyway? It’s not their brother..

Rasa organised a serious looking tank from somewhere, didn’t really listen to where from, and that Dr Macleod who makes our weapons handed me some new machine gun prototypes to try before I left. I needed to wear a spinal brace to compensate for the recoil.

Quigley came along to give me cover. Pfft cover from 1.5 miles away, who’s he trying to kid? Just another blind Rasa asshole.

Tank was where Mac Allistar said it would be, at least he didn’t lie about that. Fully loaded just mowed down the provosts guarding the bridge to Liberty Hall and drove up the building directly to the door and smashed my way through. Pumped rounds into the interior until it ran out of ammo. Civ’s pored through the alley’s to witness my, let’s say controlled destruction.

Once the ammo was spent I climbed out with the souped up machine guns and started firing, killing anything that moved. Quigley came over the Comm-Link to say he was covering my rear taking out all the Goshawk Mercs he could see. As I moved further inside I could see the frightened staff of this place running for cover like rats.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see someone different all in black including a mask hiding there face. Behind this mystery figure was a frail looking Dr. Macallistar, who I vaguely recognised from the Eagle Freedom course. I almost blew them both away. This strange character leaned in close to me and said in a hoarse whisper “Come let’s go get your cousins.” I followed them further inside until we came to an enclosed area with a control room and glass cells. I could see Clare, Liam and Mick lying in their cells. They were barely moving or breathing. My new friend in black had taken out the guards that were stationed there.

Mystery Person leaned in close again “Go take care of business, I’ll get them to safety, you’ll find them later.” I was handed a piece of paper with an address on, before getting pushed out the door and into the lobby. Strangely enough I trusted M.P and moved off to try and find if that Petrov bastard was still here. I looked around the lobby/foyer. I’d done so much damage.

I moved swiftly up the stairwell, I could hear choppers starting up on the roof. I reached the rooftop in time to see Petrov and another man about to climb into the last helicopter taking off. I was out of ammo and not close enough to take him out with my knife or hands. Out of nowhere his left leg blew up in a cloud of blood. He screamed as he was dragged quickly into the helicopter and it took off fast heading east.

A few seconds later I heard Quigley crowing with delight over the Comm-Link. “I got him! I killed the bastard!”. I watched the chopper leave, a pool of blood and a leg was all that was left on the heli-pad in the breezy spring air. “I see you Murph, are you okay?”. I turned my Comm-Link off and just saluted his position. A light drizzle set in and I sat down to clean my hi-tech machine guns.

I grabbed some guns off dead soldiers on my way to make sure I could get out safely. Then headed to the address.

It turned out to be some private Civ’s airfield, deep into Kildare near the Bog of Allan. Quigley joined me as we approached the only aircraft there and climbed on board. The triplets were there too. They were strapped to stretchers with I.V drips and some attendants, as well as Dr Macallistar and someone he introduced as Dr Payne. We soon took off and headed back to base.

The strange character who had left me the address also left a calling card (with a Burn Notice). The card has a shadow of a raven on it. I hope to see whoever that person was again so I can say thanks.

Padraig Winston (Murph) Murphy
Captain 1st Regiment
Rasa Blank