"Sgt. Azako is down." Lucas shouts as enemy gunfire starts.

The gunfire suprises me. I shift a little, then try to fire one-handed. Just remember, your wings are your lifeline.

Three U.S Force Recon jeeps pulled up. "Get in the jeep!" One of the soldiers shouted.

"It's kinda hard to focus with Taliban dumba**es firing at you continuously, but I'll try to fend them off with my deadly marksmanship!" Then the jeep rolled in. Couldn't see an "R," so it might be safe.

A 50.cal came out of the jeep and fired at the Taliban, causing them to fall back.

"I'm gonna jump off the copter now!" I land on the top of the Jeep. "Hey, where do you get a toy like that?" I acknowledge the 50 Cal.

"We're the U.S.," The soldier said, "We got everything."

"Most of my arsenal is rapid fire. Never mind. You hear about the Rockets? What about the Plasmas? Don't they hold base in America?"

"That's Homeland Securities problem." The soldier said, "Between Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, and North Korea, the other armed forces are stretched pretty thin."

"Have you at least heard of them?"

"Yeah, they were on the news a couple times." The soldier said.

"Anything about this Pokemorphism business?"

"Well, I heard once that the NYPD was looking into, but I haven't heard about it since." The soldier said.

"Alright."
Two hours passed before I spoke again. "Where are we going, anyways?"

"Baghdad." The soldier said, "Got an advanced medical center for Maj. Luzier."