Developing an Arsenal: Overwatch (The Unit)

Chapter 37: The Final Game

-J-SOC: Fort Bragg-

A lot of the staff are at the large and sophisticated command center. Monitors on the walls show footage to display a bird's eye view of Overwatch's recent unsanctioned mission in King's Row. General Miller paces around the room with a phone on his hand while waiting for a report on the situation. Agents from the Intelligence Support Activity pipe up from their stations.

"We've intercepted Overwatch's coms from Zurich." One analyst began. "They've reached the hostages. All accounted for and safe. They can hold their own for as long as they can."

"Good to hear." General Miller nodded. "What's the situation on Null Sector's hold?"

"Null Sector is taking heavily defensive positions on the edges of the city." Another agent chimed in. "They've locked down the bridges and holding back British ground forces from entering King's Row. They've asked Starship for air support."

A large crowd of tanks, armed jeeps, and soldiers are now on the monitor. They are highlighted with a green square around. They hold their position on one side of the bridge and engage a sluggish fight against the enemy, displayed as red dots. Miler's eyes shift to a different monitor, coming from an AC-130 gunship flying high and slowly circling the city. Miller calls to the pilot.

"Starship, you're cleared to engage enemies."

"Starship copies all." The AC-130 pilot replied. "Let's burn down the hornet's nest."

The gunship adjusts its flight and starts firing it's minigun and explosive rounds down on Null Sector's forces. A storm of explosive rounds starts wiping out null troopers and other omnic soldiers. The street is cleaned up in a matter of seconds, kicking up a lot of debris and dust in the air. The dust settles and displays a large group of bastion tanks perched on a roof firing at the convoy crossing the bridge.

"Smoke those guys!" The pilot commands to his crew.

The gunship switches to the hard hitting 105 round and fires. It didn't destroy the bastions; it wiped them and rips the roof out of existence. The gunship stops firing and starts circling the city again. The convoy passes through the bridge and start retaking the city one block at the time.

"Hot damn! That's got to hurt." The pilot announces. "Targets are down."

"Great work, Starship. Thank you for the assist." General Miller diverts his eyes away from the monitor. Colonel Lawson enters the room and waves to get his superior's attention. Something urgent must have come up.

"Get my team on the line. They need us."

Miller nods and commands to the ISA agents in the room. "Patch our team in."

Lawson's communication device switches to speaker. General Miller, Colonel Lawson, and all the ISA agents in the room can hear the unit.

"Grief to Overlord, our intel is way off. Solomon left the power plant. He's got an escape plan from outside help. He's planning to meet them in Gatwick Airport." Grief reported

"Copy that, Grief." General's Millers eyes widen and scrambles to think. The rules have changed drastically. A third party was out there helping a dangerous terrorist. Who in the right mind wants to help Solomon and why? It doesn't matter who, he needed to be eliminated. Miller moves to a third ISA agent, a phone sniper. He hands him a paper containing Solomon's number

"Intercept calls coming from this number and find that son of a bitch."

The agent didn't say a word and let his fingers dance wildly on the keyboard. The computer narrows down and seeks out any active phone call. Finally, it triangulates the and locks on the signal. The agent pumps his fist and lets out a cheer. He turns he presses a few keys and lets out a sigh of joy.