Phone App: Portable Armory - 215 Ambrosia Cartel

The base was full of personnel that moved cargoes from one plane to the storage area. Most of the cargo was food supplies that would supply the food for the base. However, it would take them a week or two before the kitchen was ready to produce any food.

Patrick walked in the asphalt road of the base. His mind was filled with the sight that he couldn’t forget. What he must do? Lynn wouldn’t like to hear that her enemy was still alive and well. Especially when the said enemy was an enemy that changed her life upside down.

Patrick had worn a new clean combat uniform. There was nothing that caught his interest on that base now since Patrick didn’t have any relation with the commander of the base except for the relation between a superior officer and his underlings. Lynn was waiting in front of the living quarter. She waited for Patrick a few hours ago.

Patrick sat down beside Lynn.

“What took you so long? Herring told me what happened. Congratulation on entering that ICBM base alone and planting a virus inside of the mainframe. However, Patrick, tell me something. How does that ICBM base look like?” Lynn asked.

“Full of pipes, full of missiles, and awfully creepy.” Patrick grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it.

“Damn, Patrick, I told you not to smoke.” Lynn threw the cigarette away and Patrick just smiled. He wasn’t angry about that. It was an expected action from Lynn since she cared for him the most. Nobody would even tell him to stop doing that with the exception of Lynn.

“I know. So… do you have any news update for me? Or are you going to force me to see the beautiful white death all day long?” Patrick chuckled. “Of course, I prefer both, but one of them is more than enough.”

“Well, if you want the news. There is always news from our old country. The combat team manages to put some clandestine operators inside of the region. However, it was true, civil war had broken out. To make matter worse, our teacher hasn’t called us yet. She is either die in that damned civil war or just decide that calling us will not yield any result,” Lynn said.

“Hmm, poor woman. I hope she is okay. Any news about Ambrosia in the old country or have we managed to destroy all of them without any exception? I’m afraid of the Ambrosia cartel and what they can do,” Patrick said.

“Ambrosia in our country is gone thanks to our continuous action in destroying them when we tried finding the nuke. However, there was an unknown nerve gas being used in the midst of civil war. Do you have any idea what the gas is? Or should I just spill the beans?” Lynn asked.

“Trinity.”

“This clandestine operation. What is the purpose of this clandestine operation besides throwing lives into the dumpster fire? There wasn’t any tactical advantage of sending our troops into our old country,” Patrick said.

“You have a valid point. Patrick, the trinity gas was the problem. United Nations doesn’t want anyone to come inside or come outside of that country. We are there to act as a disaster relief that was rented by the united nations,” Lynn said.

“I see. However, about that gas, will it disperse in mid-air, or is it concentrated on multiple areas? Is it potentially hazardous for the contractors? There are so many variables and it is very hard to discard what is a fact and what is not. The contaminated area is called the Yellow Zone isn’t it?” Patrick asked.

“Yeah, the yellow zone, the place where every rogue agent and every single rebel came just for the sake of fighting under that yellow cloud of poison. HSDC only goes there to retrieve any hostage or VIP in that area. Still, we act more similarly to a disaster relief team rather than a private military contractor.” Lynn closed the long discussion with a sip from her canteen that was placed on the back of her belt.

Lynn stood up from that bench. “See you later, Patrick, I have an important job to do.” She walked away into the administration office of that base now Patrick was alone again without anyone sitting down or chatting beside him. He wished that Shaddam were here, but he was too busy taking care of things in the middle east. Some said that Shaddam was the new Libyan dictator, but still, HSDC treated them better than any of their president ever had.

To remove his boredness, Patrick opened his PDA to read the data that was retrieved from the ICBM base. That data consisted of all things that the Americans knew about the base. Blueprints were also included inside of that file. Patrick realized that the ICBM silo only contained six missiles. It was awfully small but cost-effective.

The cartel might have entered the ICBM base through a secret entrance near the Panama canal. The purpose of this base was to strike Cuba once they launched their missiles. However, after the Cuban missile crisis, the missile base was upgraded to something more modern. The SRBM was replaced with a new ICBM and the United States gained a significantly bigger influence over Latin America due to its enormous power.

However, during the fall of the soviet union, the Americans realized that putting a missile inside of Panama would spark an international conflict. So, they pulled out from that base more than two years ago. For no absolute reason, the cartel could enter the facility and take control of it.

That was the king of Panama that the mysterious squadron was talking about. Those are the ICBMs that were stored inside of that silo. However, Patrick doubted that all of them were in an operational condition. The last time someone inhabited the ICBM base officially was around twenty years ago. Ambrosia was dangerous, they needed to bring more firepower to completely destroy that damned cartel organization.

However, it might have something to do with the Russians. Well, there was a spy sent to Panama and the spy looked at every routine that the United States Airforce did. It was fruitful since the timeline of the troops should make everything easier for the Russians to penetrate the base and killed everyone that was inside. The Russians literally could catch the Americans with their pants down.

Patrick closed his PDA since the last piece of news that he got was that news. He stood up from the bench and walked into the cafeteria to grab himself a cup of coffee.

The cafeteria was only filled with one or two people. It wasn’t filled yet due to the fact that there had not been any hot food yet. Those which were in the tray were MRE that the soldiers have to cook on their own. Patrick grabbed a package of instant coffee and poured hot water into the mug.

He sat down on the corner of the cafeteria. He sat down that far so he could relax without being saluted by every single person that walked past him. He sipped on the coffee while looking at the window that was overlooking the runway.

The runway of that base was very busy. One plane took off one after another. There were many planes inside of that base and too little cars. It might be because he hadn’t built a road yet because it was deemed unnecessary. Not that it was wrong, but building the main road should provide better access to the locals.

As Patrick sipped on his coffee, his girlfriend came again. This time, she was in full tactical gear that was suited for heavy combat. Patrick had a bad feeling about this. He wanted to relax all night long, but well, he got a job calling for him now, and refusing it wasn’t an option. Patrick stood up from the table and left his unfinished coffee on the table.

“Lynn, what happened?” Patrick asked.

“There is a movement in the forest. There were more than two hundred people. It was an order from the base commander. Let’s go, Patrick, this won’t be sunshine and rainbows.” Lynn pulled Patrick from that table and both of them left the cafeteria for the attacks. They had no details on the people that were attacking them, but he had an idea that they were human. Hopefully, they were not the local tribal.