|Collection Point: Romeo Delta
Author: CDNHawk PM
After the collapse of western society; remaints of the Canadian government focus on reconstructing civilization by setting up refugee collection points in shut down hospitals; this is the story of the final weeks of Romeo Delta, a Hospital in what used to be Central Alberta.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Friendship - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,830 - Updated: 01-05-13 - Published: 12-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3085619
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We were now in our last stand, there was one more wave of refugees, and then we would cross through Outpatients to a secured hallway that Whiskey two six and Romeo Four were holding. We were holding the Entrance to the ER while Romeo Delta Actual called the shots from the monitor room right behind us. We were starting to run out of ammunition with our rifles; soon we would be down to our side arms, which was a mix of .45's and nines. "Romeo Delta Actual this is Bravo Four, we're going to need some serious fire power!"
Just then all hell broke loose, "Romeo Delta Actual this is Gunslinger two, two, flight of five AH-64 Apache Gunships loaded and on station!"
"Gunslinger, this is Romeo Delta, engage everything outside of hospital, break do not engage anyone on the roof!"
"That's what I'm talking about!" Reaper cheered,
"Romeo Delta this is Hog 2, flight of ten A-10 Warthogs full combat load sitting at eight thousand feet ready for targets,"
"Standby Hog two,"
"Romeo Delta this is Chinook two seven, free and clear,"
"All Romeo Delta Call-signs, be advised that all transports are away, Evacuation Order Lima, we're getting the hell out of here!"
"Everyone go we've got your six!" Reaper yelled, as the three Fire Teams hauled ass to the vehicle wells, I signaled Reaper to peel off, I followed, hammering back the trigger until I heard the click,
"Reaper, last mag," I called,
"I'm almost out!"
"Get your ass to the vehicles!" Lowry stepped infront of us, and hosed the area with his M240B. "We're moving!"
Once inside the underground parkades, the snipers were down off the roofs and loaded up, "We're out of time we need to move!"
I jumped behind the wheel of the lead humvees, my team not far behind, I stepped on the gas, smashing through the garage door, I felt Reaper open up with the dual fifties. "Where we headed?"
"To the rally point west of Romeo Delta!"
I floored the throttle, over the humvees diesel engine, I could still hear the metallic sliding of Reaper's brass being fed to the HMGs on the roof. We hauled ass through the residential part of town and out west toward the canyons, just had to get across there and we were home free. I looked out my window, two AH-64s were low on each side, Reaper had ceased fire, we were well in the clear. I looked over at Raptor, his face dirty with the residue of the fifty caliber powder and from the dust it kicked up as well. Once we reached the rally point, we looked back, and could still see the smoke coming from the hospital. We were exhausted, after the head count was taken, we had lost in total about thirteen men, aerial surveillance would later reveal that we had killed about a thousand , and we knew that there were a lot more there that aerial surveillance couldn't pick up because we had called airstrikes in on buildings and bodies, not to mention the dozens of claymore mines we had set. All in all, we had spent over fifty thousand rounds of ammunition.
The numbers were just numbers to us, it didn't mean anything, it didn't affect our lives, except for the refugees. After pick up at the Rally, we were flown to the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia, apparently the most peaceful part of former Canada. It was a considered "Haven" for the Romeo Delta Refugees, we were added on to the policing and security force there. The smiles on the faces of the people in the Romeo Delta refugee center, made up of military deployment housing. The camp was pretty clean and extremely peaceful.
Upon our arrival, Kirsten ran over and into my arms squeezing the frame of my C7 and plate carrier into my chest. We were safe, at long last, eight weeks past the end of the world, a haven was finally formed for the people who wanted peace. Places like the Okanagan were set up everywhere across Canada, some probably not as beautiful, but hopefully all of the m were in great shape.
2 weeks after Romeo Delta Pull out: Okanagan Camp
There was an odd shape on the screen, I looked on, trying to get a better image in my head, I looked over at the doctor, "Kirsten, Mac, congratulations, you two are having a baby in February."
"Can we tell the gender yet?" Kirsten asked
"Legs are crossed but I think it's going to be a girl."
I smiled, couldn't believe this was actually happening,
"Stay tuned for the latest update," the local radio station was on across the hall,
"Ladies and Gentlemen," I couldn't believe what was happening, it was General Hall, he was back in Ottawa with Stephen Harper, "Hard times have past for the last ten weeks with collapse of the economy and western civilization, lawlessness broke out across the former continent of North America, and now I am proud to report, that peace and law have been restored, those displaced by the fighting, may return to your homes, or remain where you are if you want the option is up to you. All citizens will received full amnesty. Everything will go back to the way it was before the collapse."
The storm had ended, just had it begun, quiet, I didn't know what they meant by peace being restored, but it could only mean that Canada had been re-established with the help of the British. I knew that things would change, maybe the world would be less violent now, maybe it would be different. An uncertain future laid ahead of us.