NYC: Warzone (RPG) (Page 1 of 4)

Name: Jake Wells
Allegence: USA for now
Occupation: Merc/Enforcer for the Gambrelli family
Rank: N/A
Weapons: H&K416 .556 rifle and Glock 31 .357 semi automatic pistol plus a Kukri hung upside down between his shoulderblades.

     Jake was in the enterance to the Holland Tunnel Just on the New Jersey side catching a glimps of some obviosly lost Amarican trooper he decided to lend a hand.
"Hey Trooper over here." he called out waveing his hand."This is the Holland tunnel on the other side is lower Manhattin."
John Lorenzo looked shocked"You mean to tell me that I am not in NYC yet?"
"Thats right your still in Jersey NYC is f@#$%d and aint gettin any better, where's the rest of your unit?"

"Names Jake, I was on my way out of here when the $hi* hit the fan. As for why I was here lets say I had some business in the city and leave it at that." 
Jake was looking back toward the black Lincolin Towncar.
"My boss wanted some extra protection with this mess.  Anyway if you want in the tunnel is still open the GW bridge is down and so is the Brooklyn. Don't go near Centeral Park, to many hostils there they gunned down Joey yesterday."

"Look a good place to stage from is in the pit were Ground Zero was the New York Milita has a strong hold there and in the sub-way running along there." Jake said "They could use someone to lead them."
Looking back at the Lincolin.
"I could get you close if you want a ride?""Look if go thrugh the tunnel we'll come out close to the A-Line follow it down the the E-line that will take you right to Ground Zero."

"Damm I thought they would be held up a bit loger befor they got here c'mon through the tunnel."
Getting up and taking off for the enterence for the tunnel staying low useing the toll booths for cover.

((Idea England and the common wealth are at war with the U.S. using Canada for a stageing area.))

"C'mon or the'll have your a$$ in a sling befor you know it.  They have almost the same tactics as the Navy Seals hit the enemy so hard and violently that they think they are being hit by a much larger force and then vanish, tieing up all kinds of resorces." Jake said while running down the tunnel.
"Up here into the vent I left some supplies in their." Once he and John were in the vent shaft, Jake pulled the safty pin out of a claymore mine.
"If they try to follow they will get a nasty surprise."
     The ventalation shaft was large enough to stand in because it was also the service passage.

Stopping to look around he saw John doing the same thing.  Reaching into a small duct Jake pulled out a flat case inside was his rifle and a different jacket.  The digital cammo jackets tan green pattern was broken by the Chalker TAC sling that always kept his weapon at the ready even if not in his hands.  He turned and looked back at John who was still uneasy about his new found companion.
"Here take these." Tossing him a small pouch with three .556 magazines "They should fit that Colt POS your useing.  I don't know how much stuff you got left so help yourself.  After this war though you are gonna owe me though."  Pulling the Glock from under his shirt he placed it in a holster on his hip after checking to make sure that the batteries in the laser were still working.
"You got cross hairs or red dot? Cause I don't have batteries for the red dot."

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"John my boy how old are you? 20, 21 you went through jump school at Ft. Benning and have been doing this for what 3 years?  In my line of work you take what you can when you can and you don't ask to many questions.  Ok, now we need to get out of here they will probably not do anything special for one lost paratroop and one civi. but, don't think that in their great scheme that the Holland tunnel is not vital it is the only thing that they don't hold and is the only way from the city to the main land remember that four of the five burroghs are on islands."
     Walking toward Manhattin he knew that holding the tunnel was vital and haveing enemy snipers at one end was bad very bad that only means one thing that they are going to assault the tunnel soon.

"Do you know where they are gonna be comeing in from?" Jake asked.
Stopping by a service door Jake cautiously took a look out side and saw a bullet riddled police car.  Stepping out into the tunnel Jake went to the police car the cop was dead his gun was already taken but they hadn't pulled out the radio.
"It's got a radio, you could call for reenforcements if you got a frequency that works."  Jake said and with that took a defensive stance at the front of the car.

Looking arround the tunnel Jake suddenly felt like he was back in Iraq behind enemy lines trying to make his way back to the safety of a frendly fire base. 
Then it occured to him."John can you drive a stick?"
With a puzzeled look on his face John answerd "Yes, but what the hell does that have to do with anything right now?"
"You see that dump truck?"
"Yah?!"
Popping the lock on the trunk of the police car he found gold or at least the combat equvalent.  This cop was on the bomb squad and had enough kevlarg to stop a cannon.
"Bingo!!  Let me hot wire that thing you drive I'll cover you, wear the bomb disposal suit that way if any rounds make it through the cab it won't kill you it will feel like you got hit with a hammer though. Once out side raise the bed of the dumper it will give more cover and that is were I'll be rideing right behind the cab in between the dumper. If I miss anyone that dosen't look frendly run'em over, ok."
With that he walked over to the truck and went to work.

As John drove ahead pushing broken and wrecked cars out of the way, once they hit the topside were light poured in, John did as Jake asked and raised the dumper bed sheilding the two from the top and rear.  Fireing as they went Jake hit two enemy soldiers center mass John ran over a humvee.
Yelling to John "Turn right onto Hudson st. then make a Left on Cannal that will take us to Broadway.  Their should be friendlies there."
Their was a barakade on Broadway.
"Stop the truck now get out with your hands up.  You are now in the custody of the New York Malita." said someone behind the barakade.
Surpriseingly enogh to Jake it was a womans voice.
"Nice to here you sweetheart where the F*@k would you like us to park."

"Don't worry they are always like that." Jake said to John
Yelling over the barakade "Hey sweet cheeks you mind not makeing us dead until after you know who we are?"
That was responded with another shot.
"If I find the motherf*#@er shooting at us......."
"You'll what?" said the female voice cutting Jakes tirade off, Jake turned to look she was now standing behind them.
"Sylvia, that is some way to treat a friend." Jake said
"Shut up you maggot, you got a lot of nerve comming back here." Was her response
"I still had some buisness to take care of in Jersey."
"The families don't care right now they are just trying to survive."
"Well after the war they are gonna care and if I didn't do my job, after the war I would be first on the list to be whacked.  Sorry John but this is a private matter, go get your arm looked at will ya.  They really are a little edgy."

Still argueing with Sylvia, Jake heard the sound of a blackhawk flying low over-head.
"Gimmy your binoculars." Jake inturuppted Sylvia.  Looking up he caught a glimps of it U.S.M.C was painted on the tail.
"Well it's friendly lets hope they know we are, you got a flag?" Jake asked.
"Yes we have our pride to show ya-know." was her retourt.
"Runner up so they don't perforate us.  John those friends of your's?" 
F@*k, Jake thought to himself marines, they might know who he was if he was unlucky.  Seals didn't work well with Marines, or Army for that matter but Marines usualy thought that all the Navy was good for was getting them to the war zone.  The chances of running into anyone from his past were slim to none he reassured himself.
If he could get to the Armies sector he would be fine, he never had a run in with them.
"John where is that armoured division supposed be?"