Desert Corps Trooper:
This is Corpral Gene MacIntire, my position is being over run by C.O.P forces. Distress signal to all branches of the UNE, we need reinforcements and artillery bombardment. Latitude-11.7 degrees to the-
No! Hold on, drop troops incoming! I have to try to fend them off! There are only a few of us left. Someone, anyone, please respond soon!
Red: Too bad we're on the other side of the planet...
We might have been able to help.
Bob: We have very little troops, I don't see how the only squad we've got ( since President Moffat refuses to send reinforcements from Iceland.) could have made a difference.
Red: If I was there, the tide of that battle would turn.
Grizzly: Your pretty cocky to say that, this war has been hell on everyone, I doubt YOU alone could win it for us.
Red: Shut your mouth...I want it to be over as well...John made a big mistake declairing it in the first place.
Bob, from offscreen: I don't think your in the position to say that, Red, after all-
( Beeping cuts him off. )
Red: Who is that?
Crossbones: John's outpost. Seems like something is going on worldwide, on a much bigger scale than we thought.