A Shadow Company Tale Sequel

The Garage of Hell

As the tanks reached the intersection, the decision was made to enter the parking garage. "Let's move in. They ran further down into the garage," Rhino 1 commanded.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road! Just move fast. Don't let 'em swarm you," Rhino 2 urged.

Inside the garage, the squad engaged Russian forces taking cover behind cars. Frost, a force of controlled aggression, sprayed the minigun at the entrenched enemies.

"Hold on!" warned Rhino 2 as they approached a security office.

Rhino 2 drove right through the office, startling a group of infantry, and circled around the floor to rejoin Rhino 1.

"Right there! Right there!" Rhino 2 directed.

Approaching a tunnel, not large enough to allow both tanks through, Rhino 1 assessed the situation, "Saw another group headed through here."

"After you, 2-1," Rhino 2 deferred, and they moved in one after the other. As they reached the ramps, a truck appeared on the right, drawing Frost's attention. The tanks pushed forward, but the floor began to crack under their immense weight.

"Woah! Woah! Wait!" Rhino 1 cautioned.

"Back it up! Back up!" Rhino 2 echoed.

The floor gave way beneath Rhino 2, a tumultuous descent through three floors of the garage. As Rhino 2 landed, cars from above floors rained down around the tank. Frost, perched at the minigun, saw a car tipping over and swiftly dropped inside the tank just as the car collided with the top, leaving her momentarily stunned but unharmed. Inside the tank, the aftermath of the chaotic fall reverberated. Frost, her senses on high alert, surveyed the interior. The Marine crew, though visibly shell-shocked, seemed physically unharmed. The confined space bore witness to the resilience of the crew as they weathered the unexpected plunge.

She glanced around as the other Marines pushed themselves up from the impact. Frost's training kicked in, and she swiftly took stock of the situation. "Everyone okay?" she inquired, her voice cutting through the lingering echoes of the fall. The crew, though shaken, affirmed their physical well-being, their resilience a testament to the rigorous training that defined elite military units.

"Frost!" Sandman was heard shouting as radio communications echoed quickly.

"Frost!" Sandman's urgent voice reverberated through the radio communications, quick and determined.

"2-2, you alright?! 2-2, come in!" Rhino 1's concerned inquiry followed swiftly, the echo of uncertainty underscoring the aftermath of the tank's descent.

"C'mon, man. Let's get out of there. Systems are dead... that shit was crazy, man..." The Rhino 2 Gunner's voice conveyed a mix of disbelief and acknowledgment of the chaos they had just endured.

As Frost and the 2-2 crew climbed out of the wrecked tank, Sandman rushed over and dropped down to check on them. "You guys okay?!"

"Yeah. We're good," assured the Gunner.

Sandman, pragmatic and focused, pressed on. "Can you shoot?"

"Yeah, we can hold our own," responded the Gunner.

"Alright, basics, fellas. Find cover, return fire. Let us know if you need any help. Now we move fast, so keep your heads up. Let's go," Sandman commanded.

The squad, shaken but resolute, moved out from the wreckage of the tank, only to be met with a renewed onslaught from the Russian forces. The urban battlefield erupted once more, gunfire echoing through the war-torn streets as the squad found themselves once again in the crucible of combat.

Sandman's voice cut through the chaos, issuing swift commands, "Return fire! Find cover!" The soldiers, battle-hardened and adaptive, responded with controlled aggression, seeking refuge behind obstacles and firing back at the encroaching Russian forces.

Frost, a beacon of controlled aggression, swiftly raised her rifle and squeezed off precise rounds at the advancing Russian forces. Each shot found its mark, taking down several enemies in rapid succession. The staccato rhythm of her M4A1 echoed through the urban battlefield, a testament to her sharpshooting prowess.

Simultaneously, the Gunner and Loader, undeterred by the recent ordeal, effectively joined the fray. Coordinated and resolute, they fought back against the encroaching Russian troops with calculated precision. The metallic tang of gunfire hung in the air as the squad, battered but unbroken, repelled the advancing threat.

With the immediate threat neutralized, the team pressed forward, their focus shifting to the next objective.

"Metal 0-1, ISR has spotted the convoy half a click from your position. Get there fast and secure a perimeter around that site," the Overlord's directive crackled through the radio.

"Copy. We're on our way," Sandman responded with unwavering determination.

The squad moved up the ramp and emerged from the garage, reentering the war-torn streets. A tense scene unfolded as a V-22 Osprey soared overhead, pursued by a Russian Havoc. The squad, now exposed to a new set of challenges, came under fire from a menacing T90 tank surrounded by infantry.

"Tank!" warned the Rhino 2 Gunner.

"Take cover!" Sandman commanded.

The team swiftly sought refuge, using whatever cover the battered urban landscape provided. Bullets and explosions painted a chaotic tableau as they engaged the Russian forces on the streets. The squad, battle-hardened and adaptable, navigated the evolving battlefield, each member contributing to the intricate dance of warfare that played out in the heart of the war-torn city.

"Rhino 1, where the hell are you?!" came the urgent inquiry from the Gunner.