“Were going to move up, were sitting ducks up here.” He responded. 

     He was right, under normal hill-like circumstances, we would have the upper-hand. But in this case, we were sitting targets.

     “Vladimir, you first.” Said the Leftenant, through his radio.

     Vladimir, went. Rebel bullets narrowly missing his suit. He rushed down there, spraying the Rebels with small bursts. He took refuge by a metal wall the medics placed, in order to treat injured.

     “He needs help!” Walker exclaimed, turning on his radio. “Snipes, open fire. Summers get down there. Jackson you and I cover him!”

     I waited until the fire was drawn to Jackson and Walker. Snipes was making short work of Rebels, but soon became a target. I looked down, it was a nauseating ten feet. I knew that the suit would protect me against falls, but not rebel bullets. I jumped, running and spraying down the Rebels. I even got bold enough to stand and fire. I ran over to Varnava’s position. We got down and waited.

     A few minutes later Walker, Jackson and Wu joined us. We were ready to start the push forwards. How, was another question, but I was sure the Leftenant had a plan up his sleeves.

     That’s when it happened. A Rebel officer, turned on his megaphone.

     “NASFC Forces! Please surrender now! If you do not comply with our demands, than we will have no choice, but to execute them and you!” He yelled.

     I felt as if my body temperature dropped ten degrees Celsius. I was mortified. We all were. The Lieutenant looked down at the snow, thinking. Sometime passed, it felt as if it were an eternity. Jackson was staring at the snow too, but it didn’t look like he was thinking. He was still as a statue. What was going through his head?

     “What’s the plan, Lieutenant?” Inquired Corporal Wu, breaking the deafening gales of the Canadian Arctic. 

     “There isn’t.” He said shortly.

     Then, suddenly. Sergeant Jackson, ran. He sprinted from his position, breaking cover and firing his weapon.

     “Jackson! What the hell are you doing!?” Demanded Walker. “Cover him! What the hell does he think he’s doing!? He’s endangering our guys!”

     We all fired our weapons, in a desperate attempt to stop the Rebels from killing the Sergeant. The Sergeant’s was hit by a small burst, I saw the blood leave his suit. He pullet them out and continued the onslaught. He killed the three rebels there. That’s when the Machine gun started firing. It was quickly zeroing in on Jackson. He ran up the ridge, carefully. He then stormed the position and used it against the Rebels near the snowy banks. He then proceeded to kill the Rebels near the vehicle wreck of the tank. They got bullets in the head. Jackson rushed down, unaware of bleeding. We couldn’t see what happened at this point but we were in shock.

     Finally the Leftenant ordered us to move up, to support Jackson. We saw the massive Rebel Exodus to the Vehicles. We now had a fighting chance. We repossessed the Machine guns and the Extraction hornets were just around the corner!

     We watched in awe as the Extraction hornets decimated the sea of Rebels and Vehicles. Even though they didn’t have missiles, they still made short work of them. We heard a distant jeep driving off. We had no idea what that was about. We then boarded the Hornets and we enjoyed a ride to an Airbase in Alberta, Canada.

     That is my account of the Battle of Ellesmere Island,

Sincerely

Private Finley Summers, NASFC Officer 4956416

Kilo Squad, Charlie Company, North American Special Forces Corps