"Break down the door!" shouted Sergeant Donahue.
A loud crash filled the air and sounds of running feet as members of the Illinois National Guard rush into the house.
"Clear!"
More running, "Clear!"
Sergeant Donahue was leading his men on a raid into an abandoned home in the suburbs of Chicago suspected by police to be an Eye of God stronghold.
"Get down on the ground! Now!" Shouted Corporal Poci as they entered what appeared to be a bedroom, "Get down or we will fire!" He shouted again. The man finally turned wielding two shotguns and began blasting away. Corporal Poci and two men fell to the ground. Blood began to spill from their bodies, the man cackled and pointed his guns to the only door in.
Sergeant Donahue heard the shotgun blasts and left the kitchen and followed his men down the hall, he shouted, "Hold your positions! Halt!" But an overexcited recruit kept running and a shotgun blast was heard, the private staggered back out without his head. The rest of the soldiers started looking at each other afraid for their lives, this man has killed or wounded 4 of their friends. Sergeant Donahue did a head count and saw that he still had 6 men left, himself included and sighed. This team is the only team near Chicago, the rest of the division is in southern Illinois raiding farmhouses.
Sergeant Donahue crept over to a window and saw that several police cruisers had arrived and started to block off the streets, and clear out the neighbors. He could hear more sirens in the distance. "More cops no doubt." He thought to himself. He looked around, 2 of his best soldiers are gone, Corporal Poci and Private Bowen, the rest were just recruits, recently graduated from High School. He sighed, he hated this part of his job, he knew he would have a tough time ordering the rest of his young boys to invade the room. He would have to find an alternate route. He looked outside again and saw a fire engine and two ambulances waiting outside. The paramedics ready to enter the house on signal.
Sergeant Donahue looked a his men again, the soldiers were hunkered down with their machine guns ready. Sergeant Donahue knows that the man has a shotgun but what else he has no idea, and has no way of knowing. So he sighed deeply and tried to figure out the best course of action. He looked around him and saw several doors, each leading to a bedroom, the last one to the right led to the gunners room. The door on the left led to a closet, he looked down at the blueprints he acquired from the contruction company that built this house last year. Not one of those possibilities would help, he sighed again and looked up, as if asking God for help. That is when he saw what he needed, a door that led to the attic, he thanked God and whispered, "You two men with me, the rest of you watch that door and shoot anything that comes out." The soldiers saluted and Sergeant Donahue pulled down the door.
With his team in the Attic he silenty crawled ove to where he thought the bedroom is and took out his knife, and carved a small hole to look through, his first attempt led him nowhere, so he moved up some more and tried again, this time he caught a glimpse of a man so he carved a bigger hole and and pointed his gun above the hole and waited. He motioned for his men to crawl around him and prepare to fire when he did. The men obeyed and crawled over. Donahue waited, finally the man came into view and he carefully aimed and fired, his shot missed as it nicked the wood, but his men rushed into the room and pumped bullet after bullet into him. Donahue thought, "Poor fool, fired on from two angles. Top and side."
Donahue then headed back down where he mustered his squad and looked over his fallen men, Corporal Poci was still breathing, Donahue ordered a private to fetch the medics. The medics rushed in flanked by police officers, the medics immediatly stopped at every body they ran across, 2 were pronounced dead and 1 critically injured, and the other shot in the arm. Donahue sighed, he yelled for his radio man and grabbed the mic from him, "Headquarters, this is Alpha Squad, Division 3, Illinois National Guard requesting medivac ASAP!"
"Alpha Squad, Medivac is on way, ETA 15 minutes."
"Roger, out."
Sergeant Donahue then stood up and walked over to the officer who seems to be the boss and talked with him.
Several minutes later a distance roar could be heard and an officer shouted, "Ohh no, they have tanks! Run for your lives!" Sergeant Donahue ignored him as he strained to hear more, he saw action in France and he knew that did not sound like a tank. Immediatly he shouted, "Calm down guys, it is just the medivac here to pick up the wounded!" The men stopped and looked at Donahue as if he was an idiot, but then they looked up and saw a helicopter in the distance, as it got closer and closer they could make out the distintive red cross on whit background and sighed. The medivac landed on the cul-de-sac and the medics jumped out and carried their board with them. One of them was carrying two black body bags. Shortly after the medivac lifted off and headed south. Sergeant Donahue and his 6 remaining soldiers picked up the body bags and carefully carried them to their truck and headed towards the freeway where they will hook up with Division and fight again, leaving the police to take care of the crime scene.
As Donahue stepped into the drivers seat an officer ran to him and handed him some papers, "Thought you might would like to see this sir." He smiled as he handed the papers to Donahue, Donahue read the first line:
Attack the farms with salt from Crop dusters, information and plane locations in folder.
Donahue looked at the folder and smiled, he thanked the officer and put his truck in gear and took off.
