Turn 3: Drinks and Cigarettes

[Cartwright]

The men and women arrived at the bar. It was an old-fashioned one, not much modern by today's standards. It seemed Private Carrick knew the bartender well enough. The Marines all were treated on the house with their drinks. Any drink they wanted for free. An improvement to a both exciting and stressful day. And probably the best ending to the day they would receive.

Tomala was drinking some French Vodka with Godchild. Hayek got some drinks of his own. The bartender had an interesting selection. German-made alcohol was definitely a piece of work. Good stuff. Krause had some of it as well. Meyen was smoking a cigarette and selecting what drink he wanted.

Hoot was drinking some good old fashioned beer. He took a swig and gulped it quickly. The ice cold drink went down his throat, soon to enter his intestinal track. It was refreshing enough, to him. Jones just danced to the music, as she was non-alcoholic and the bar did not serve water or any soda's. Something she was not entirely happy about.

The song was currently Cigarettes by Fort Minor, to switch to Back Home and Remember The Name. Then finally, some Breaking Benjamin, Korn, Led Zepplin, and Linkin Park would be played.

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[Matt]

"I'll have the same as this guy." Meyen said while pointing to Krause.

[Shadow]

Hayek found a table by the dance floor and took a seat, taking some time to watch the people dancing before puling out a hand-held and looking over the records of the previous missions as well as delving into files above his own classification with a hacking device given to him by a very annoying technician...

[Matt]

Meyen enjoyed his German Beer, but didn't want to get drunk at all, not even buzzed. He didn't care for getting shit faced, in his opinion it caused drama and he hated that.

"Good shit Krause." Meyen said.

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Tomala was drinking his French vodka with Godchild, Tomala tried to take it easy since he drunk a shit load of Jack daniels earlier. He toasted to Godchild and said '' Have fun while it last.'' Then Tomala said to Godchild, It wont be too long before were back under fire from the strogg.

[Matt]

"Im gunna go outside guys, to get some fresh air." Meyen said.

He walked outside and found a bench outside the bar. He sat there and took out and lit another cigarette while looking at the civilians and the city buildings.

[Cartwright]

"Hey... Matthew? Matthew Meyen? Holy shit... it is you." A civilian said, walking up to the man.

"Wha..."

"I'm Thom. Thom Whitaker, you should remember me from back in High School in Cali. I was one of your buddies back then, man. Where ya been all this time?" Thom said.

"The Marines." Meyen gave as reply, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Well, shit. A Devil Dog, huh? Nice. Very nice. My bro joined the U.S. Army. Says it sucks major ass there. He's thinkin' 'bout joining the U.S. Marines.. or better... the Space Marines." Thomas said, smiling kindly at him.

"Good for him." Meyen said, "Look, I gotta go. Busy."

The man nodded and walked away. Meyen only barely remembered the man. An old High School nobody he had as a friend back when he was in High School. He shook his head and then walked inside, still smoking his cigarette. He had gotten some fresh air, afterall. Hayek looked into some files and found something interesting. It was classified to the top level. He attempted to hack it, but was unsuccessful. The military and government had large security placed on this file alone. Strange.

He attempted to find out at least a little information on what is was based on and tracked down some of the contents. It lead to the Union Aerospace Corporation classified Level Ten database. No one outside the corporation's top board members could access this, with even higher security protocols than the government and military ones. He gave up and continued looking through classified above his paygrade information.

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[Shadow]

Hayek finally stopped and took the time to relax and enjoy his R&R. Watching Jones dance as well as the other people and drinking more than he probably should have...

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Tomala brought Hayek a round of French vodka. Tomala thought maybe he enjoy the R&R if he sent him some good French vodka. So Hayek would enjoy his night.

[Shadow]

"Thanks... Where you from Tomala?" Hayek asked his speech slightly slurred but still understandable.

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'' No Problem. I am from New York City if ya cant tell from the accent you?'' Tomala said.

[Kyle (an evil budgie)]

"Back so soon John?" Joe said.

"You know it. Usual. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have the incident earlier on tape would you? I could use some entertainment." John replied.

"Sure thing." he said, switching over to it on one of his flat-panels.

[Cartwright]

The power began to flicker on and off. The Marines' eyes shot up to the ceiling. The illumination was dimming in and out and the music had to be shut off. Something was wrong. Something was not right. But what? What could be going on? A power surge throughout the city? It was a possibility.

"Don't tell me this is another one of them damned power surges." Joe, the Bartender said.

Hayek began to walk outside. When he looked up into the night's sky his expression turned to utter shock. A monstrosity hovered above the city. Large, towering, hovering above the Hotel Paradise only blocks away. It could be visibly seen from the bar. A long laser beam emitted from one of its giant cannons and it made contact with the hotel. It then imploded. Debris from the explosion flying in all directions.

Then two other smaller vessels could be seen in the sky. A Strogg Cruiser and two frigates? Drop-ships began to land in the streets. Strogg poured out, firing on civilians who were cought in the crossfire. Some Strogg tackled civilians and dragged them back to their drop-ships. Captured for Stroggification. This was a Strogg counterattack.

Hayek saw a missile heading towards the bar. He ran and took cover behind a vehicle. It impacted the building and it exploded. The entire front of the building was destroyed. Debris, tables, glass, everything flew. Joe was hit in the eye with glass and fell to the floor lifeless. Many of the occupants of the bar were dead. Their blood was oozing onto the floor. Their bodies charred and burned from the fire and heat of the explosion. None of the Hell Hounds sustained injury. They ran for cover.

Carrick was pissed. His friend was dead and a lot of good alcohol, including beer, was burnt up into the flames. He ran for cover, bullets richoeting and pinging off the environment around him. He managed to take cover behind some rubble from a burning building nearby. Hoot grabbed Jessica and dragged her into cover. He pulled out his USP, cocked it, flipped the safety off and began firing at the Strogg.

Meyen was with the lieutenant. He pulled out his M1911 Colt .45 and began firing at the Strogg as well. Hayek ran up to the lieutenant and took cover. He was still in slight shock, but the adrenaline rush was bringing him back to reality. Tomala was behind some rubble across from Carrick, keeping his head down. PFC Lee was behind a brick wall, in cover. He saw an opening to grab an assault rifle and ran for it. A Strogg Soldier picked it up.

Lee ran up to it before it could take aim at him and punched it in the face. It turned around from the force and fell to its knees. He snapped its neck and picked up the assault rifle. Two more Strogg came up and he fired the weapon, killing them both. He then jumped back into cover, bullets flying over his head. A rocket flew over Hoot's head and collided with a nearby car. It exploded and lifted the vehicle up into the air. Debris flew down on the Hell Hounds.

They were in a bad position. Most of them did not have weapons and the enemy did. Gunfire, explosions, death... surrounded them. And they were cought in the middle of a warzone. Detroit was under siege and so was Earth.

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[bullet]

'' Hey Carrick aint this some bullshit ! and Godchild didnt I tell you to enjoy the R&R while it lasts!'' Tomala yelled while under fire he had no weapon so he wasnt able to return fire.

[Cartwright]

"Bloody hell! Hell Hounds, if you have a weapon, return fire! If not, keep your fucking head down!" The lieutenant yelled, ducking down as more bullets impacted his position.