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Manifest Destiny 30Nov 21 '09 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line Isaac, Dayne & Donald are holed up in a room while Tecumseh and Ibrahim are holed up in a foreign settlement...how will the resistance achieve victory? 30 – Nearing Endgame The deafening blasts were heard from the settlements and a weary trio of fighters peered out the window, trying to discern from whence the sounds came. The fourth man groaned in the corner, his face becoming paler due to loss of blood. One of his companions rushed over to him, seeing his friend was not looking well. “How is he?” asked Ibrahim, looking away from the window. The younger man just shook his head. “I don’t know.” Ibrahim sighed. He knew if they could get more medical equipment the man’s life could be saved. Tecumseh was more concerned with the not too distant sounds. The glass of the window had been smashed, yet he did not feel comfortable sticking his head out. “That sounds,” he said, concentrating. “Like it may have come from the barracks?” He glanced at Ibrahim, wondering his opinion. He just shrugged. They both became more hesitant to go outside when a group of armed settlers were seen scrambling across the asphalt outside. They suddenly stopped as if to examine their surroundings. The resistance fighters ducked down so as not to be seen. Ibrahim, looking over a tiny crack in the wall, grabbed hold of the sniper rifle that lay nearby on the floor. He cautiously began to stick the end of it through outside, gazing into the scope. “They are just looking around,” he whispered. “I think I can pick them off, but I have to be quick.” “Is it worth it? How many are there?” asked Tecumseh, starting to peer over the ledge of the window. He had taken the large assault rifle, holding it tightly in both hands, ready to leap up and open fire if necessary. “Eight.” “Not worth it,” Tec replied. “Too many, too few of us. Once they see you we’re f***ed.” Ibrahim nodded. “Guys,” said the other. “He’ll die if we don’t get him out of here fast.” A loud whirring noise echoed along the street. Two more settlers appeared on motorbike. They stopped, leaving their engines running, when they arrived at the group of settlers and began shouting things at them. Three of the other settlers started shouting wildly. Ibrahim was unable to understand what they were saying. One of them held in his hands a huge wooden cross. “Crusader,” Ibrahim muttered to himself and was tempted to shoot. Tecumseh managed to see this and shook his head. “Christ was a prophet, my muslim brother.” Ibrahim nodded. “I know, I should not be angered at the sight of that symbol.” “What would Great Peacemaker do?” wondered Tecumseh. “Excuse me, can you have your theological discussions when one of us is not dying?” snapped the young man. Somehow in this moment rank did not seem to matter to him. Tecumseh looked at the younger man for a moment, then nodded. He tapped Tecumseh. “Go for the shots, I’ll start my death song.” He motioned towards the other man. “Talks about spirits is best when near death, my boy. Let’s bring the occupiers with us. Here, take the rocket launcher.” The young man nodded and managed to lift the heavy weapon over his shoulder. He headed down the stairs, ready to burst out the front door and fire once the shooting started. Tecumseh sighed and Ibrahim followed shoot as he prepared his finger to press on the trigger. He had one of the men straight in his scopes. The man fell dead. Ibrahim did not fire. Another fell suddenly, a shot had come from somewhere else! “They are under fire!” exclaimed Ibrahim, suddenly excited. He switched his scopes to the nearest man, one sitting on his motorbike and fired. The shot hit him in the chest then another, from somewhere else landed in his temple. The man fell, unknowing what hit him, two bullets lodged in him from opposite directions. There was not time for the settlers to even panic. Tecumseh raised himself and started blasting at the group. In seconds there were no living men on the street. “Where did those other shots come from?” Tecumseh asked, his voice both relieved and shocked. Ibrahim stood up, sweat trickling down his face which was marked with a look of great astonishment. “I—I have no idea!” Both returned their gaze outside, where a clump of bloodied corpses lay heaped atop one another, dust clouds gliding above them from the freshly torn asphalt. A lone figure ran across the street toward the opposite direction. “Oh sh**! It’s him!” said Tecumseh. The young man who had just left the room stood there, carrying the heavy rocket launcher, glancing about. He approached the bodies, as confused as anyone else. Tecumseh’s heart had raced at the sight of him, but after a few seconds it seemed clear he was not being targeted. The mysterious shooters must be resistance fighters and recognized their comrade as one of them. He did after all wear the greenish coloured fabrics of the resistance, rather than lighter clothes like the settlers or a uniform like the American soldiers. Ibrahim looked impatient and ready to move. “Let’s go then?” Tecumseh agreed. “You stay here though, keep us cover, just in case.” With those words he raced downstairs, out the doorway and into the brightly lit streets of the settlement. He met with the young man who stood among the bodies. “We’d better hurry,” said Tec. “We don’t know whose watching.” “Our own men apparently,” the young fighter said with a shrug. “Or anyone else,” replied Tec, grabbing hold of one of the motorbikes and sighing. “Do you think this can hold our friend? Can you take him back to base on one of these?” The man had a look of sudden angst on his face. “Through this settlement?” “I’d say go back to one of our vehicles, but I don’t know where the nearest one is. There could be snipers hiding all over this place. Look around you eh, we have little options as it is.” The young man nodded. “Make it an order and I’ll do it.” “Fine then, that’s an order, not a request. Go!” Tec said, his voice still commanding despite his apprehension. The man darted back to the house to retrieve his comrade. Tecumseh looked about, unsure of who was watching. He wanted to yell to the empty streets for his apparent guardians to show themselves, but did not want to be further noticed. “Hey sir! Tec!” came a voice, seemingly from nowhere. Tecumseh ducked down in a panic, took instant refuse behind the remaining motorbike and glanced about, his hands on his weapon, ready to fire. He saw two resistance fighters approaching from an alley to the south. He breathed in relief. Since they knew his name, he should not have panicked as such, but he was jumpy, understandably. He stood up and stepped forward, wiping a sweat bead from his brow, lowering his weapon slightly. “Ah, Commander Perigo, you are still alive eh?” he shouted back. Perigo and his guard, a young dark-haired man, approached cautiously. “Dissappointed?” asked Perigo, a tall, thin middle-aged man. “You are a survivor, like me. What’s going on right now?” “We came into this settlement, same as you, been under heavy fire for the past half hour,” he replied, keeping his own AK-47 raised in the air in case any enemy fire started. “There are armed settlers everywhere, let’s hurry up and get moving!” “Moving where? Back to HQ then.” Perigo shook his head. “Haven’t you heard what just happened?” Tec just shrugged in reply. “We got f**ked I reckon eh.” “Something happened at the Barracks, cap, we don’t know what, but we saw a huge plume of explosion go up and half their tanks are gone now, those that didn’t chase us into here anyway.” Tec’s eyes went wild. “What! How?” Perigo shrugged. “No idea, Brother, it just happened! Most of the troopers are dead too, gunned down or something. I have as much an idea as you do.” “Sh*t, what are we doing here then?” Both Ibrahim and the young fighter emerged from the house just then, carrying the wounded man. Ibrahim nodded towards Commander Perigo with a smile, happy to see a comrade still alive. “Ibrahim, the base is half destroyed!” Tec shouted. “Half destroyed?” “Something happened. We haven’t the idea what, but we can take it or die trying!” “We have two APC’s nearby,” Commander Perigo said, noting the injured man. Tec was taken back by this news. He had assumed all were destroyed in the battle. “They barely survived the fight, but we can use one to take us to the barracks and the other can go back to HQ?” Tec nodded, but then had another idea. “No, both go to the barracks. They have advanced medical facilities. It is as good as ours.” Ibrahim agreed, seeing the logic. “There is no guarantee this man will be cured by our limited medical supplies at HQ.” “Let’s go then!” said Perigo, spinning about in a rush. Ibrahim and the young man started to follow him, but Tecumseh remained behind for a second. He leapt instinctively onto one of the motorbikes and started the engine. It felt right. The barracks would be taken or he would go up in his own blaze. There was no retreat now. “What the hell, what the hell, what the hell!” yelled Dayne. He frantically searched the computer’s database for a lock down commander, anything to seal the door. Donald grabbed hold of a large rectangular desk, sending everything on top crashing to the ground, lifted it up vertically and flung it against the door. He then proceeded to press against the table, placing it straight against the door, smashing its top on the ceiling. After the detonation of the landmines an alarm had gone off. Loud bells and sirens flared throughout the building as emergency red lights flickered wildly. Isaac, still in shock over McNally’s actions, shook himself of his inaction and grabbed hold of a communication device that lay on the table beside Dayne. “Attention! Attention!” he yelled into the microphone. Dayne suddenly stared at him, confused as to what he was doing. “This is General-“ he froze, unsure of what name to use. He dropped the mic and raced over to the body of the officer McNally had shot. Nothing on him indicated a name of any kind. He ran back to the desk and picked up the mic. “This is your commanding officer!” he yelled over the deafening alarms. “The rebels have entered the vicinity and are commandeering the barracks. We are overpowered! All units evacuate building! Repeat, all units evacuate!” Dayne had managed to find the program to seal the chamber and executed the command, then stood up and hastily grabbed the mic from Isaac. “We have a chain of command for a reason! What the hell was that?” “It’ll get them out of here!” Isaac protested. “Yeah and in pursuit of our comrades!” Isaac’s face grew red and a rebellious flare erupted inside of him. “Well, what the f—“ “Attention all units!” a voice came over the intercom. “Ignore last message. Proceed to Central Command, Chamber 1c7.” Dayne shot Isaac a sarcastic smile, a look of ‘told you so’ if such a phrase could be captured in expressions. Isaac wanted to yell, wanted to protest, but knew full well he had made a bad move. “They probably have some unlocking device or program or something!” shouted Dayne, grabbing his rifle, “Sh*t, Donald, get ready to stand your ground!” “Look, Dayne, there is confusion about what the f*** is going on! I think lots of the troops are getting out, let’s just go for it!” he picked up the mic again, not caring what Dayne thought. It was too late to do anything about it anyway at this pint. “Attention all units! We are under heavy fire! Evacuate barracks now! Repeat, evacuate!” Dayne shook his head, glaring at Isaac in frustration. “At least now only the few smart troopers will come here,” said Isaac. Dayne grabbed hold of the mic, stretched its wiring and tore it apart. “Man, get your goddamn weapon, and get goddamn ready!” “Short-lived DJ career!” shouted Donald, as he raced over to join his companions. “Let’s see who wants a piece of us eh?” Amidst the wailing sirens the shouts of men and their frantic footfalls could be heard. Isaac wondered where McNally was. Little did he know a rebel contingent was racing from the settlement to take the barracks, as he prepared to make his own last stand. *we are almost done this novel! :) If anyone has any suggestions on where they think the story should og next feel free to let me know!*  |
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