Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]

[Mr. Hurricane]

I tell the man everything I know.

you forgetface what the hell

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[Gojira]

"Hmph. Evidently no courage. Can't stand prisoners like you."
The scissors start to close around his left pinkie toe.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"How much farther do you figure we have to go?"

[Gojira]

"Ten meters? Shore's right there."
We crawl the last 30 meters.

[Mr. Hurricane]

We sit in a bush staring at the open sea.

[Gojira]

stuff sorry i meant 30 feet

[Gojira]

cmon guis

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Hey, do you see people out there?"

[NoZoner]

I'm stirred awake as I hear the drone of a motor approaching from the south. I unholster my P226 and peek over the side of the raft. It's a black dinghy, manned by sizable group of people, one of whom appeared to be holding an M4 rifle.

"Cartelian SAR! Were you the one that shot the flare?"

I nod affirmatively and put my gun away before hopping on. The rest of the crew was already on board.

"You guys are awfully quick. How the hell did you get here so fast?"

"We have a submarine not too far off from here."

"What about the other crew that went down?"

"There's another SAR party looking for them right now. Just sit tight. We'll have them out before you know it."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Blackwater to Tempest, saviors inbound from the pond."

"Steele, a SAR team is coming,"

[Gojira]

"Copy."

[Swat 3]

"No, please!"

[morningstar]

"There are hardly any of them left in the air, guys. RTB." 
/timeskip
"...So basically, the enemy plane that crashed has too few bodies accounted for.  Some of our pilots saw chutes.  Do you know what that means, pilots?..."
Captain Milakovich is debriefing some pilots on the defensive mission while briefing us on our new one.  We need to account for all the people who were aboard the B-52s we brought down.  After briefing, some buddies and I get aboard an Mi-25. 

"We're heading southeast again, boys!  We're going to sweep the coast three times and then move northeast toward the former border," the commanding officer shouts above the din of the rotors as they accelerate.  "We have a report from a drone that there's an SAR team coming in from the sea.  We're in no hurry this time, but if we find it we WILL engage.  This might be a bumpy ride.  Are you ready for this?" 
"Yes sir," everybody aboard cries. 
"Are we happy, soldiers?"
"Yes sir!" 

The takeoff is fast and the chopper is moving southbound at an unusually fast pace. 

"No hurry my ass," yells a pal of mine. 
"Don't worry, we won't find anything anyway!" I reply.  This is going to be fast. 

[Mr. Hurricane]

"I see some people coming in on a boat, it's the guys Blackwater talked about! I'm gonna light the smoke."

I pull out a red smoke marker and throw it onto the beach. Red smoke starts to drift across the beach.

[morningstar]

"I see smoke.  Permission to approach?"  the pilot asks into the radio. 
I don't hear the response, but it must be positive because we've just changed direction.