Ironsight Part 5

Part 5

Nothing ever seems to go right for us. After having finally captured the Pt boat, the helicopters engine failed. Now we for the last week had found ourselves floating dead in the water with a bunch of Semolina and South-East Asian pirates. Not that things were all bad. Hawaii had been introduced to the ships Ipod charger and Sarge had personally deleted every Kid Rock, Taylor Swift, Keith Urban and Chris Young song on it. Essentially, the pilots of the chopper and our squad had access to round the clock entertainment. This was useful when we spent hours trying to fix the ships damaged radio.

"This is, what the hell do you call this thing again?" asked Hawaii looking back at the pirate we called Marley.

"We call it the Lost Reef but that may not go over very well with most port authorities…" replied Marley reminiscing about raids gone by.

"Well then, what should we call this thing?" I asked as I tried to tune the radio to a military line.

"Just call it a US Marine ship," replied Marley as he lit a cigar.

"But were too close to China and North Korea. We could get in a real mess if we did that," I replied.

"Well, for your information this is the Philippine Navy. If this is really a US Marine ship then we'll be over in a few hours." replied a strange voice through the radio. The voice didn't have any accent so it created a bit of suspicion. All the same, we were almost out of food and water.

"Hell yeah! We are a US ship! Thank god!" yelled Hawaii into the radio.

"Good. We're triangulating on you now, keep that line open!" replied the voice with growing excitement. Hawaii's enthusiasm had rubbed off on him.

Surprisingly, it only took about twenty minutes for the small destroyer to arrive. We had drifted so much that we in reality didn't know we were only a few miles away from the Philippine islands. They arrested the pirates and we were taken to the naval base on one of the islands.

Strangely enough, the radar operator who had contacted us was from the US Navy running a training course at the base. He had been so happy to find us because we had been reported MIA four days ago. This was a big feet, essentially he had rescued us from the dead.

"So, Captain Walker, when can we get back to the Reagen?" asked the Sarge as we sat down for a beer. The sun was setting and it seemed to create two purple skies as we sat on the beach. Walker laughed at the Sarge and then put his cold empty bottle in the sand.

"You really were gone a full week. North Vietnamese attacked the Reagen a few days ago. They didn't sink her but she took quite a bit of external damage. Reagen's already back in San Francisco.

"Don't tell me…" replied the Sarge letting out a long sigh.

"Yep, NATO's back in Vietnam. Only difference is this time the Russians are on our side. Anyhow, after the missions you told me about. You know the ones you've been doing the last while? I assume Conaway will give you guys a lengthy break."

"Yeah, I could use a warm shower right now…"

* * *
Somewhere in South Vietnam, 2028

"Hold the base at all costs!" rang the words of President Schwarzkopf in my head as I looked out into the trenches only a few miles away. Though they were not easily defined, the explosions and flashes from the tracers were enough for me to understand the situation.

"Commander Rhodes. The British say they may be overrun if they don't get reinforcements!" yelled one of the many people tapping away at computers around me.

"Tell the British General that we are being overrun as well," I replied, "And can someone tell me what Washington said about our reinforcement request?"

"UN still says that NATO is already over the limit," replied my Washington interpreter Carl Georges.

"Screw the UN we are going to die!" I yelled in response, "They can't even pull us out?"

"Uh…"

"Did you even ask if they could pull us out?"

"Pentagon says the port needs to be secure for that to happen…They aren't aloud to send over any armed ships. I assure you General, if it were up to the… wait a second…"

"What are you thinking?"

"General, can I talk to you in private. This is highly classified information…"

The small, skinny Texan dressed in business attire led me out into the empty conference room. Every once and a while a shell would go off near by and the room would rattle sending a shower of dust into the air.

"General Rhodes, you know what happened to Atlantic City after the Riots?" he asked fixing his tie.

"Yeah, the place is a ghost town…" I replied sitting down with folded arms.

"Well, not exactly you see, the Government had an idea they wanted to run with but never had enough energy to do it." he explained pulling out a folder.

"So what was that?" I rushed.

"This." shouted Georges showing me a picture. On the picture was a giant system of towers producing blue light at the peak.

"And what is "this"?" I asked in response.

"The Pentagon calls it the Arc. It's real name is SAWF but that never caught on. Anyhow, the Arc is a system of laser towers built in Atlantic City running off of the old power grid. The high energy beams they produce can be deflected by special satellites and then destroy enemy satellites spying on the US."

"That doesn't sound too useful right now." I shrugged.

"That's not the good part. When they fired it they almost destroyed all of area 51. The tower instantly heats its target to the same temperature as the surface of the sun. The only reason it doesn't destroy the satellite is that at only one point will all the beams merge and reach those extreme temperatures."

"So you're saying all this time I had a non-Nuclear high precision WMD and you didn't tell me? How do I get access?"

"It's impossible for us to get that, we would need the VP or President for that. That's why I didn't tell you."

"Well George, looks like we are just going to have to get that thing anyway."

End of Part 5