Glass Heart(Chapter 2 and Chapter 3)

Chapter 2 Kory Rachac
Illustrator: Jon Spahn

2096

Operation Veedom

Washington D.C

"Commander, we've lost Whiskey Hotel, I repeat we've lost Whiskey Hotel." Lieutenant Braws yelled across the field, as battalions are spread across the lawn of the white house maintaining a good perimeter. The white house has been attacked by Vietnamese forces known as the Vasden. The Vasden have been Americas most wanted terrorist group since the Taliban.

“Give me a Sit-rep, where's Bravo squadron?" the commander asks, as he takes his radio” this is C-Lord Actual attempting to locate Bravo squadron, give me a sit-rep, how copy?" the commander commanded

Static took over the radio as the commander looked at the white house grounds, seeing RP-G's on the second level in the president’s quarters and sentry placements in the Oval Office. His sight was blinded by the mortars impacting the iconic fountain in front of the white house.

"Copy solid, C-Lord actual." came a voice over the radio "Hawkstrike true, it’s a mess we're in right now, we're pinned down, on point -Whiskey…Whiskey." the line went silent for a few seconds "C-Lord actual, we saw the mortar strike hit the P.E.O.C. It’s a hole in the ground, there is nothing left." the line went silent again

The Commander through his radio, He got up with rage, and looked at the location of the iconic fountain, and it was a hole in the ground.

"Commander Modern," lieutenant Braws yelled, holding a radio, "HQ has new sets of orders." he said handing the radio over. The commander ran over and grabbed the radio with force.

"This is C-Lord actual." Commander Modern said loudly so they could hear him

"C-Lord actual, we have reasons to believe the president is still alive. Get your squad together and move to sector Charlie." Overlord ordered, as Commander Modern swung his arm for roundup.

"C-Lord Solid copy, but HQ sector Charlie is in enemy territory and is under heavy fire," the commander said as his squadron grouped up around him "RP-G's on second floor in the president’s quarters and sentry placements in the Oval Office. We would be dead in minutes, how copy?"

The commander heard a big bang on his six; he turned around to see a Black Hawk on fire swirling out of control, right onto their location. "C-Squad move out!" he yelled, trying to get his troops away from the crash zone. He and the squad ran towards the White House. Squads are in trenches across the entire lawn of the white house fighting off the forces inside.

The commander and his squad took cover behind pillars, on the right side of the iconic fountain. "Alright, C-Squadron it looks like sentry units are now in the blue room laying suppressive fire on the front lawn." the commander said, as he pointed to the suppressive points. “So we need to get inside Whiskey Hotel, and get to the P.E.O.C. HQ believes the president is still alive."

The group stays in the cover their in, listening to the commanders orders. "I'll lay suppressive fire," a hand was raised, and lieutenant Braws walks up "which will give you guys a chance to get in." the group looks at him in shock "just give me a RPD and a load of C4, I should get their attention really good." a giggle grew among the crowd.

“Adam I can't ask you to do this," the commander said to lieutenant Braws.

“Then don’t," he interrupted, hitting the commanders shoulder " I've got your six, and you guys better have my twelve, or you all are paying me Blood-Scotch when we get back home." the lieutenant switched his weapon out with Major Chzek, and he had the RPD T139. The lieutenant just laid back in the trench, laying suppressive fire for the group.

Chapter 3

2135
92nd divide
Nebraska

Jake heard the leaves swaying with the wind, as the audio file for "The rides on tides" was playing. He was sitting on the roof of Sub JJ , smelling the aroma of subs mastered in perfection. The moon was full on this crisp night; Jake looked at his FlatPlate and saw that it was Two-Forty-Five.

"FlatPlate pause audio file T3CG," Jake waited for it to pause. The view from Sub JJ was straight to the divide, and he could literally jump on top of it.

"Audio file paused." Jake's FlatPlate told him

"FlatPlate off," Jake said with a clear voice "it seems like that lieutenant Braws dude is going to get wrecked." Jake exaggerated as he got up from the roof. The feeling of shingles really didn't impress comfort. Jake rubbed his eyes to stay awake, he looked quick to the divide, he kissed his fingers then held them up. "Goodnight Tasheia.” Jake said then jumped down to the dirt road.

All the roads across the country have been made into dirt, so more vegetation could be grown. Jake looked towards the location of his house, and then looked back to the divide which was fifty meters away. He rolled his eyes, and then dashed to the divide. He took cover behind a building almost ten meters from the divide. He saw light beams hitting the dirt; he observed the patrol line across the top of the divide. And looked at spots where the light didn't hit.

Desperation took over; he jolted to another observation point. “FlatPlate on, volume to level 12, search for dark points in the wall.” Jake told the FlatPlate, his FlatPlate began to scan the area, with a heat sensor, giving the area with least light to stand out.

“Found dark area, over by the main gate.” The FlatPlate said, Jake looked around and then found the main gate. It was to his left just by the bunker, where rumors say soldiers from the U.S seals are hiding so if the Vietnamese try and come over to American soil, they can just take them out, but it’s never been proven. Jake started to jog over there underneath building roof hang overs, trying to stay out of the spotlights sight.

His eye was fixed on the bunker; he didn't want to get caught. He went to the entrance of the bunker to take a look inside, and see if there were any seals inside. He didn't see any people inside. So with curiosity he continued inside to look what was down here, avoiding the no trespassing sign right by the entrance.

“FlatPlate, flashlight,” Jake told the FlatPlate, the FlatPlate turned into a LED cube, giving off light in every direction. Jake looked around the room seeing nothing but crates, looking like a warehouse. He looked to his left, where stood a desk. He placed the FlatPlate on a coaster. He looked at what seemed like transportation files, he tried to see where the transportation was heading.

“Let me think here,” Jake talked to himself out loud; he kept looking at the files. He sees a line on a map he found in a drawer. He figured that it was the divide since every map after the divide was built was implemented with a line, representing the divide, “It looks, like it might go across the divide.” Jake whispers, “who in the world wants to transport anything across the divide?” he asked himself. He keeps looking around until he sees a file that says Vasden on the cover.