It was nine weeks after zero hour. First contact. Invasion. It didn't really matter what you called it. It was a complete and utter slaughter on the waves. It came fast and hit harder than the atomic bombings of Japan during the second world war. That was about the precise damage done to the US and Japanese Navies. The war for the Pacific had been raging on for months now. Thousand dead, hundreds missing, and thousands of tons sunk. All countries were in the act of mobilizing. The war for the ocean was a losing battle at the moment. There was just no way to combat the fast moving 'ship-people' that a appeared on the waters. That was a very loss term used by the civilians. Abyssals was the official term.

To make matters worse the world was falling apart rather quickly. The United States was already pulling out of most countries to guard their own borders. President Donald Trump didn't want his men and women stranded in different parts of the world should the US lose control of the ocean. That didn't mean they pulled completely out of countries either. The Abyssals hadn't made an appearance in the Atlantic but with how fast the Navies were losing the Pacific, it was an easy choice. Pull everyone back. Anyone stranded in the Pacific was just that, stranded. The Navy just couldn't get the job done at the moment. The enemy had advanced weaponry, faster moving personal, could randomly appear right out of the water, had small hard to hit aircraft, and lock-on simply did not work.

Drones were another massive problem. The Abyssal just laughed at them. Once again the lock-on did not work. Then there was the fact that they could literally jam the single of it and take control of the drone. More self-inflicted damage done to our own personnel within the first week of combat. Drones of all kinds were put on hold and put into storage until there was a way to keep the Abyssals from hacking into them. James wasn't there to see the 'Hour of Horror' as it was dubbed by the survivors at Guam. Guam was a very hush topic. It was one of the largest defeats in the war thus far. Everyone that was sent there for evacuation and protection... A handful of survivors. One badly damaged ship was that returned. The Michael Murphy. That had happened pretty early in the war. All the smaller island had been overrun just as fast.

The enemy, the blasted, god-forsaken, Abyssals. They were built like ships except they were faster moving, had more firepower, and had the power to hold more aircraft. It was like each Abyssal was a condensed warship in the shape of a humanoid creature with the same amount of intelligence and a mindset set on war and bloodshed. Some had looked completely like a pale human woman while others looked like ghastly aliens from some other world. Humans were practically expelled from the waters due to the sheer numbers and firepower. Trade was impossible and the islands were under constant siege. They hadn't tried a mainland invasion just yet. James had wondered if they could. He hadn't seen an abyssal off of the surface of the water.

To add to that they had found out that each Abyssal aircraft was alive and not just a machine. All Abyssals were alive and had a mind of their own. The US had classified them into categories. You had the Abyssal Princesses which were the strongest class. They looked just like humans and had more firepower than a battleship with just that amount of armor to boot. Then you got into the lower classes that were still powerful but lacked the armor or firepower. Some looked human while other more alien than anything else.

Then there was the aircraft. They were so alien that they looked like flying mouths, or 'Pacman'. That and they were believed to have a hive mind. They could instantly communicate with each other and their mothership without decryption teams even picking them up. There was just no way of picking up on those conversations. Thankfully you could pick up on the communications between other Abyssal ships and air force if they were not of a carrier's air wings.

Encryption teams were hard at work constantly making new ways to hide messages. Some ships had even used pigeons! Homing pigeons were reinstated as of 2018. Any kind of advantage was taken. It was a total clusterfuck. Then there was the frustration of not being able to strike back at the enemy. Their home was unreachable to us. We had a clue to where they were, the problem was getting there without being crushed like a soda can. How long have they been down there? Waiting? Why so long? Why not earlier?

James guessed this was a good moment to strike. The EU was falling apart. Italy had fully pulled out along with Poland, and Greece was right there too. To add insult to injury, Germany was becoming a hotspot. Germany had lost all of the shaky stability that it had. The election had proven to be a joke as Angela Merkel was elected by odd numbers. He had known from /Pol/ that the Germans were eager to throw her out as soon as possible. Now it seemed there might be a civil war with the 'rigged elections'. There was no way she won with 64%. That was way too ambitious, not even Hitler had that number when he was elected.

What would become of Germany now? Would another Hitler rise? Or would it be another figurehead? Maybe it could be an Otto Bismarck!? Yeah, no one that great will come around. Europe at least didn't have to worry about abyssals for now.

Hell, what would become of any of island nations? Japan, the Philippians? How would they survive the horde?

The land was safe for now. He had no idea if there was even land Abyssals. There probably was but they had yet to be seen. The Air, however, was where the battles were won. Navy Air was the key to victory. Humans ruled the skies but that was changing very quickly. It seems the Abyssals didn't take too kindly to being defeated in the air so easily. James knew this very well. He had been promoted a few times since the war outbreak. Lieutenant Commander was what he was promoted to. He and George were some of the only survivors found on the waters of A-Day. Only fifty-something people had survived the first contact massacre. It was the at the time, the worst defeat in United States history.

Just like that, the air became prioritized over all. Humanity could not lose the battle for the skies or we would definitely be looking at a very bleak future. Speaking of bleak futures, that was his situation in a nutshell. Midway Atoll. It was one of the islands that was under constant siege. He and a few thousand were trapped on the two islands. They had the fuel left over from the last shipment twelve days ago before they got word that the Navy was once again pushed out closer to the west coast. Meaning that they were most likely dead in a few days. To make matters worse was that the command center had been bombed to hell and back. One of the airfields was utterly smashed meaning no one could take off to get out. They could not risk the last working one. Only a few aircraft were left to do battle with. Most of the officers had been killed off in multiple bombings. James was beginning to feel that they were being targeted.

Not mention his name was spreading like wildfire amongst the higher-ups. He was one of the first combat ace in a long time. That also leads to the Abyssal finding out about him as well. They were gunning after him. He just knew it. They were talking to him over the coms! Apparently, they were amazed that a single Human had beaten a Princess and they wanted the claim they killed Eagle-72. That was his official call-sign when he was named an ace. One of his nicknames was James 'Flying' Lamb. He had hoped that none of the Abyssals knew he was here. He did not want everyone and their sister gunning after him when they were literally as hard as steel.

The only thing that was Midway's saving grace at the moment was the heavy Anti-air batteries that were set up recently. Problem with that was they are almost out of ammunition. They'll be shooting rocks at them with slingshots next. James happened to be standing on the beach looking out at the quiet waters that surround them. Out there, was our doom. He was certain. There was no winning this battle. There was no surviving it either. He hopes that his friend George is still out there kicking ass. Who knows what has changed in the days he had been trapped here. He as wished that this family stayed safe. God only knows how this war will turn out.

He remembered the people that tried to surrender to the abyssal. There wasn't much left of them. Blown to bits. They had made their goal clear to Humanity. Utter annihilation, as cliche as that was. Really why did this have to be like one of those horrible Hollywood movies? Was talking it out really that overrated? Good Lord above.

They probably won't see each other again. James clenched his fists, if he was going to die then he better do it in the air kicking ass. Food was going to be a problem in two days and water shortly after that. They had to do something or everyone on Midway were goners. Blood was on the horizon, a red sun had gone up today. Now that it was gone leaving the world in darkness, he had a plan. Now if only the Captain would listen?

James left the beach with his plan spinning around in his head. Would it work? That was the question. It took him a bit to get to the 'new' command center which in reality was just a warehouse storing the last of the troop transports. The C-5 Galaxy. The largest transport the US has to offer was here. They were the last hope for most of the people. The planes were all filled to the brim with fuel and people. People that wanted out. They thought that this was the safest place on the island. It might as well be. James entered the office building which was right off to the side. He walked into the building and saw people downtrodden, despair was high as the days went on. He shook his head at the sight and went up the stairs. Once James got to the top he entered into the Hallway that leads to the office of the Captain.

The Captain was thirty-four years old, and this whole experience was overwhelming him. There wasn't much to say about him. In fact, if Midway hadn't been bombed to Hell like it was there was a good chance he would have never met him in the first place.

James was greeted by two Marines that were acting like guards at the door.

"Chris, Zach, is the captain busy?" He asked looking between the two.

Chris snorted as if saying 'as if'. Chris was five foot eleven with light brown hair, a strong jaw, and has glasses covering his green eyes. "Yeah, muttering to himself. He locked the door and won't open it. He's been in there a while now." He pointed with his thumb. "Why, you wanted to talk to him?"

"Yep, I need to run something by him."

Zach stepped forward, there to be something in eyes, "You got a plan to get out of here?" James looked a little taken back at that. Hope, that was what he was seeing in the tall Marine, "YOU DO HAVE a PLAN!" Zach was tall at least six foot two. Dark brown hair, a scar on his forehead from shrapnel. Dark brown eyes were sparkling at me. He must have thought he was a goner or something. Well, James was no better a moment before.

"Ay, keep it down I don't want the compound knowing just yet. Especially if it gets shot down-"

A loud bang erupted from behind the door. Before everything got really quiet. James not waiting a second rushed past the guards and tried to bust open the door. It was locked. James looked at Zach as the Hallway started to fill with people that heard the sound, "Kick it down!" James ordered.

Zach stood in front of the door and proceeded to kick open the door. He had effectively ripped it off two of the three henges as the door swung open and smashed into the wall. The three stormed into the office to see the captain with his face down on the desk. A hole in the back of his head. Blood pooling on the desk and dripping to the floor form a lake of red.

"Dear god..." Chris muttered.

"Zach, close the door. Chris with me." James barked still getting over his initial shock. "I don't want anyone seeing this until we know what happened."

"Sir!" The man acknowledges his orders and stood in the way.

It took a moment of looking around to see if it was true or not. It was not suicide, there was no gun anywhere to be seen. That and the gun wound was in the back of the head was very telling. Adding onto the weirdness of the wound was the way it ate away at the skin. It seemed to be some wired acid that burned through and was still burning. James looked at the window and got his answer. There was a hole in the glass that been melted in it and was still glowing red.

"What the fuck is that?"

"I don't know, but looking at the window-" James found himself cut off as the door behind them opened once again.

"What's going on here?!" Someone shouted from behind them. James turned to see a man wearing an officer uniform of lower rank than him. He was a Lieutenant. "I order you to step aside Marine." He seemed to be flanked by two other people that had the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade.

"Zach let them through," James told him. Zach did as he was told and stepped aside. The three officers strolled into the room and took in the scene with different reactions. "The captain was-" James was interrupted by a red beam of energy that pierced right through the man's neck. The red laser had come from the window.

Chris tackled James to the ground, "Sniper!"

"Hit the floor!" More beams soared overhead as they hit into the walls, a picture, and through the doorway. Then the building shook from an explosion that hit somewhere on the island. It was followed up seven more afterward. James crawled on his belly much like a lizard out of the room being followed by the others. Once they were out of sight from the windows they crouched up a bit but not standing up completely.

Then next thing they knew they were covered in darkness. "The power!?"

More explosions drowned out all the screaming and yelling. James covered his head with his hands as the building shook uncontrollably. Pieces of the ceiling started falling all around them. This was getting worse by the second!

Then it all stopped. Everything got real quiet.

It was down for a solid three minutes during the attack before coming back on.

"What the Hell just happened?"

"Is it over?!"

"The barracks were hit hard!" Someone had screamed from a window.

"I want everyone over there helping the wounded! I also want a headcount reported back to me as soon as possible!" James commanded. At the moment he had no idea who was in charge now. Until he found out he was. James looked back into the room. Two more officers took out. James couldn't understand it. Why hadn't he bit the dirt yet? He was in the room longer than any of the other offices so why…! He had taken his officer uniform when he came up with his plan and thus his rank wasn't shown because he wasn't wearing his uniform. "I want all officers to meet in the Hanger! Tell them not to wear their uniforms or they will be shot by the snipers! Officers are being targeted."

"Yes, sir!" The men and women cried out as they ran around to do just that.

James shook his head, "To think a Lieutenant Commander would be the highest ranking officer left on this damn island." He whispered to himself. James stood up and took off to help the barracks that was set aflame by the Abyssal bombardment. Flames licked the black skies. Yelling and screams filled the cold air. This was the madness that he had stepped out to. It was far worse seeing the damage first hand.

He rushed over to what was left off building. Fire control teams were hard at work trying to put out fires and digging people out of the ruble that was the building. James watched shortly at the scene before him. The fires light up the island far more than they should and the color was a weird shade of red. This had been a shelling from a battleship class Abyssal. He had seen far enough to know what one looks like. However, this shelling had been far from normal. It was larger in scale and more explosive.

James tore his gaze from the fires and looked back at the once four-story building that was being used as a barracks. It was completely leveled after bombardments. He ran over to a group of the five men that were trying to pry a piece of concrete off what was once a corner of a room. He could hear people yelling on the other side of it. He was quick to join the group and assisted with the process. It didn't help. James was getting frustrated at the heavy piece of concrete that was digging into his palms making him bleed. "Hey, we need help over here!" He screamed after the sixth failed attempt.

His call was answered with three more people rushing over to help. Two women and another man. There was now nine of them. "Alright everyone, on three!" James yapped. "One… Two… THREE!" This time they lifted the stubborn piece of building off the ground enough for them to hold it up so the people on the other side could crawl out. Three men crawled while dragging the fourth one behind them. "Is that all of you?!" James demand from one of them.

"Yes! No one else was back there, well, alive that is." This man was wearing an officer uniform. He was a Lieutenant. He stood at five ten, green eyes with blond hair.

"Okay drop it!" James ordered and the group did so not wanting to hold the heavy thing up anymore. "I want you guys to provide assistance elsewhere. Stick together just in case you run into a situation like this again, and you," He pointed to the officer "Take your uniform off, they are targeting officers. The captain and another poor Lieutenant was just gun down a few moments ago before the shelling. I can't lose any more officers, we're short as it is and this mess doesn't help our chances either! You two take that man to medic! Lieutenant your with me! Everyone Move out."

James had spent two hours helping the wounded and counting the dead before having the officers met him at the hanger by the troop transports. There was a hand full of them left. About twelve of them and he was the standing commanding officer. It also seemed that word had gotten out about this meeting too. There were about three hundred people here to hear his plan. James did not have the heart to turn them away. "This island before the siege had four thousand armed personnel at its peak only a couple of days ago. Now, it's little over six hundred." James paused to look around at them as he let that sit in.

"We have most of the pilots left which is an act by God himself, so my plan that I came up with is still doable. I will be taking that baby off to the left," He pointed at a very special kind of a plane. It was Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit. "And deliver a payload on top of the Abyssal in charge. I expect that they have a princess lading this siege." James told them.

"I have figured out that I seem to be of interest to the Abyssals for my staggering kill count of them. They know me as Eagle-72. They will answer my hail. Unlike most of the people that have killed the aircraft, I had taken on a princess class and beat her down. When I engage in the communications we will ping the location of the flagship, and we will find the encirclement basic location around us and bomb the ever living fuck out of them with the anti-air missiles. This will only serve as a distraction so we can take off with the stealth bomber. The Hornets will then launch and engage the enemy in the middle of the chaos."

No one seemed to have any questions at the moment so he continued, "From there we will punch a hole through the encirclement and have the transports fly right over them. Hornets will break off five minutes after and provide escort duty. The stealth bomber will drop one more payload on top of the carriers so they can't give chase with their aircraft." James looked around once again after pacing for a bit.

"Once we began this there is no going back. If something goes wrong we'll have to find a way to adapt and push through it. If there is no going above, below, or around, we'll go through! We are the service men and women of the United States of America! We will not bow, we will not break, and we most certainly won't lay down awaiting for death! We'll bring it to them! Out there, on that bloody water, they love so much! They love killing, they love to battle, they love causing pain? Well, we will show them just how good the United States is at it too! For our people, for our Country, for God, we will put them down! The giant has awoken once again! Let them learn to fear the sleeping Giant like all that have face it!"

The roar that broke out from that speech was deafening. That went a lot better than he thought it would. "Pilots get to your stations, I want the rest of you to help the medics with the injured and bring them to the Transports. No one is getting left behind tonight. Dismissed." He saluted the group and they all did the same. James put a hand through his hair. He just hoped everything went to plan. He really didn't want to get everyone false hope or anything.

In one hour Operation Atoll Departure would begin. This would give the enemy access to Midway while also dealing a blow to the enemy force. This would cripple the enemies airforce and cause the invasion of Hawaii far later than sooner. This would give the state a chance to defend itself. The moral of the United States would plummet if they lost the small island state. He, as a patriot and an officer of the United States, could not allow that to happen.

It was time to end the second battle of Midway in a blaze of glory.

James stood in front of the B-2 just admiring the craftsmanship of the vehicle. He heard someone making their way up to him as the sound of their boots got closer. James turned to see a man in his pilot gear standing there behind him. He was a Lieutenant and stood a little taller than himself. About five nine or eight. His helmet was under his left arm. This was co-pilot. He was one of the original B-2 pilots. James had offered to take the spot when he found out that the other had been killing in one of the first bombings. The man's name was Daniel Hemsley.

James looked the man in the eyes, "I wasn't planning on going home." He said truthfully to the other pilot. The man looked a little taken back by that. "I'm not saying I have a death wish but I know we will have it far rougher than most of the men. We have to deal as much damage as we can to their carriers. This, in turn, will make most of the fleet turn their gaze towards us. We will be the center of attention the moment we make contact with the carriers." James turned back to look at the Bomber. AV-19 or Spirit of Kitty Hawk. "What is Kitty's armaments?"

"31× 2,000 lb class bombs and a B83 warhead." That gave James a pause.

"There is a warhead on that baby?!"

James turned to look at the man, "It is not to be used. No one but the president himself has the clearance to use it. I hope you understand." Damn. This man from the Air Force was dead serious when he said that. James, of course, knew what it would mean if the US used one.

"We won't need it I assure you." James waved his hand dismissively. "What is the proper protocol should we be taken down regarding the B83?"

Daniel composed himself, "It must be destroyed. Abyssal may never be able to get their hands on the technology. We have no idea if they have their own weapons of mass destruction like ours or not. It best not to test the waters so early in the war."

"Got it." James said simply, "I'll leave the bomb to you then should the mission go south." James moves past him. "I'll meet you back here in about fifteen minutes." James went to go suit up and get some extra magazines for his XM18 variant of MHS. It was the new official sidearm of the Navy. The gun was absolutely useless against Abyssal but he still wanted just in case. It never hurt to be prepared.

James was quick to suit up and made sure that everything important was on him. His phone, his journal, sidearm, and a pack of paydays that he had got from the commons. Yep. He was ready to go. Now it was time to see the flag being taken down. He was going to hold onto during the escape. He hoped that the good ole flag would give him the luck to survive. No matter how slim the chances were.

James watches on as the American and Midway flags were taken down from the pole. They were folded and then brought over to him. He took them in his hands. This wasn't the first nor would it be the last time that the United States lose land, but you can be damn sure that we'll get Midway back and so much more. Just wait, the Abyssal hadn't hit the wall yet. The war was heating up and by the end of the year, the army and navy alone will have more than enough volunteers. James made sure to take extra good care of the ragged flags in his hands. He put them inside his bag and tossed it over his shoulder.

James entered the hanger to see the injured being brought to the transports, Airforce and Navy Air getting to the jets. Forty-five minutes left before the showdown. It was time to get a move on. James made his way to the B-2. The Silent Killer. James could see Daniel already in his seat and made his way to get aboard the aircraft. "Let's get ready to send these bitches back home to the grave."

"Yes, sir. I went ahead and did all prechecks. We're green and ready." His co-pilot informed him.

"Great news, I'm going to be doing a little entry in my journal until the last ten minutes before we start," James told the tall man.

James received a questioning look, "You have a journal, sir?"

"Yep, someone is gonna have to recall these battles. The last thing I want is for people to get the wrong idea of how it played out or have God forbid Wikipedia to tell me how the battle played out when I was there, you know?" James told him. It was also to remember the people he met in the war. He did not want a single one forgotten in this war against Abyssals.

James gave his co-pilot a small glare out of the corner of his eyes. Should it have to come between using 'everything' they had to win and get his people home, he would do it. Every 'tool' will be used.

James had closed his journal when it hit ten minutes left. He looked around the hanger and saw that all the planes and jets were combat ready. James got in touch with transports, "How are things on your end?"

"We are stuffed at the moment. I think we might be overweight capacity, to be honest." The pilot from the Galaxy told him about the situation.

"Copy that, you'll a big old girl, you will be fine." James tried to reassure the pilot.

He heard a snort, "We'll see just how well your plan works out then. Do you honestly think the Abyssal will answer your hail, just like that because they know you? That sounds pretty arrogant to me over."

"They have a way of getting in touch with me even when I don't want them to." James shook his head. "You kill a couple of ships, beat a princess, and shoot down enough planes… Then maybe they might get in touch with you like they have with me." James grinned behind his helmet.

"Oh yeah, you're arrogant for sure."

"I never said I wasn't." James heard a laugh come through the coms.

"Alright boys and girls," James got over all the coms, "This begins the mission, Galaxy have the tech guys get ready to pin that flagship. The rest of you get ready to launch those anti-air batteries on my mark. Operation Atoll Departure is a go."

James looked over at his co-pilot, "This is James Lamb, call sign Eagle-72. This is a distress hail to any US personnel-"

"Oh ho! So the ace that took down one of my sisters is here? What a pleasant surprise."

"Wow, will you let me finish a damn sentence why don't you?" Shot back James at the Abyssal.

"Oh? Do humans listen to pest too? Is that why you all so weak?"

He had no clue who the hell this bitch was but by God, he would have her on her knees in a couple of minutes. "This has to be a Princess. I remember only one with that amount of arrogance and bite. "How is your sister by the way? To be spared by a meer pest as you call it?"

"She has proven herself to be unfit of her title! Something that you have proven. Don't worry, I'm not mad at you for beating that weak sister of mine." Why did she sound happy about something like that? James saw a flaw he could drive home with.

"No, I don't think so. I think it's just you aren't strong as you all think yourself to be. I mean if Humans were so weak why haven't you finished us off yet? Why wait and take random pot shots and not just roll right over us? It's because you can't. That's why."

"I can see why they put a kill order on your head. Your an infuriating little brat. Forget giving you a fast and honorable death! I will rip you apart limb from limb while you alive!"

"Get in line like the rest of them."

"You are a riot! I can't wait to stomp the life out of you." The abyssal laughed.

"Woah there baby, you gotta take this relationship slow at first then we can get to the fun part." James's co-pilot gave a really look. James put a hand over the microphone "I gotta keep her talking somehow? Dammit." Daniel shook his head, "Fuck you, Daniel."

"Don't you mean, fuck her?" The glare James shot him was enough to melt steel.

"Waa-? Such talk is unsightly of one of my class."

"A peasant? Commoner?"

"A PRINCESS YOU LITTLE-" The Princess caught herself before calming down a tad. "Prepare yourself, James Lamb, your end is near. Destroyer Princess will be your end."

"Sure, sure, just make sure you smile for the cameras!" James jested.

"W-What? What cameras? Ugh, stop messing with me you filth!"

"Sir, we have the location due north seven miles out. We estimate that they have midway encircled by seven miles. It's a hit or miss... " Came someone from the Galaxy's crew. "Anti-air guns are on standby. Ready to fire on command, sir."

"Blind them." James ordered over the coms, "As soon as the anti-air batteries are depleted I want those men aboard the transports. No one that's alive is being left behind."

"Anti-air if firing away sir! Greenlight Spirit of Kitty Hawk! Godspeed."

"Spirit of Kitty Hawk is taking flight. Hornets I want those engines hots!" James stirred the bomber onto the runway. The powerful jet engines screamed. James lined himself up on the runway. "How do we look?"

"Green across the board sir." His co-pilot informed him.

"Here we go. To think I'd be flying one of these badasses. Time for some revenge. Eh, Daniel?" James sent the man a quick look. Daniel grinned and nodded back at him.

"Beginning take off," The jets fired as the B2 roared. The B2 moved slowly at first before the speed explode forward. James watched as the runway and the buildings of midway rushed past them. James felt craft lift upwards as he was pushed back by the force. The B2 was airborne and ready to drop the punishment of USAF. They continued to climb high in the skies. "Sir you might want to open the comms!" Came the voice of another pilot.

James raised an eyebrow in confusion. James opens it like he was asked and was hit with this…

"You can't be serious?!" Destroyer Princess laughed much like a little kid would, "This must be a joke! You can't beat us with that poor attempt! You think you can escape using that? We know what you are up to. I can't wait to shoot you as you flee!" Thinking fast James was quick to add to the conversation.

"Shit she caught on!" James blurted over coms much to Daniels shock. James looked at him, "I want you to tell the rest of them to continue the mission. I think I can distract her even more if my hunch is right." James told his co-pilot.

The Abyssal laughed again, "Hmm, as if I could be fooled by such an obvious screen! You all will be dragged to the Abyss!"

"Damn it to Hell! One day you will feel the wrath of humanity just you wait!" James barked back very much playing the role he had set. He hadn't noticed it until now but the Abyssal had should much like a kid when laughing. The more she talked the more he realized that he was right. She was a kid, maybe a teenager? Hmm, it seemed that the Abyssals had no problems putting their political figures out on the front lines no matter how old they were.

"Bold words from a dead man."

James cut the communications, "Hopefully that poly works."

"What were you trying to accomplish?" Daniel wondered aloud. "Stealth has been reactivated. They won't know where we are now by the way."

James looked at him, "I wanted to install a false sense of ease with her. I wanted her to believe she had the upper hand. She has no idea that we are going in on a bombing run or that we are going to attack them directly. Do we have a visual yet?"

"Hold that thought...:" Daniel was checking through the screens on the dash. "Yes, our target should be one of the these three."

James looked at the screen, "He pointed to the one on the left. That small one right there with the horned hat and sideways ponytail is the leader."

"You sure?"

"I'm very positive on that. I've faced Abyssal Princesses before. Have the others launched yet?"

"They should have about four minutes after us and the transports five minutes after that," Daniel told him.

James frowned looking back at the video screen, "Shit, the carriers aren't here!"

"Damn, but at least we can cut the head off the snake."

"Yeah, but this a dragon here. It would have been better cut off the wings and crush the head. We will have to find the carriers ourselves regardless. We can't allow for them to give chase to us or they might follow us to Hawaii. That's how Guam was found and seized. That cannot happen. Hawaii must be protected at all cost." James told his co-pilot. James had heard what had happened to the small island of Guam. He would not allow Hawaii to see that same fate.

"Understood sir. We're almost over the target. Preparing the payload.

"Drop them when ready. Once we're done here we'll move for the carriers following the ring until we find them and send them back to Hell." Jame positioned the B2 accordingly. "Drop the bombs on my mark…" He paused and waited for the right time to strike. "Mark!"

"Bombs armed and dropping."

"I'm opening the comms I want to hear this."

"What do you mean you the radars can't find them! What is that sound?!" That had been the Princess herself. She had started to scream as the bombs splashed around her and on top of her.

"Direct hit!" Daniel informed James. James shook his head.

"Do we know how many have hit directly? One will not be enough to take her down. I know from experience. I have seen a Princess literally shrugged of three missiles."

"I don't know for sure, Lieutenant Commander."

"Princess has been hit!" Roared over the long-range comms.

"Taking enemy fire!"

"Where are they!?"

"I can't see them!"

"Are they invisible?!"

"We got the drop on them just in time. The jets should be right behind us. They need to punch a hole clean through the line. Are they in range of the short electro comm?"

"Not just yet, they should be in a minute or so."

"Hopefully we can get a hold of them soon."

"They should be entering range soon sir." Just like the co-pilot had said, they did.

"This Bee-24, we on your heels sir. Bee-06 is picking up enemy aircraft coming in from the west. I take the carriers aren't up north? Over."

"Copy that Bee-24. That's is a big negative on the carriers. You are short two Bees what happened?"

"I sent them back as extra protection for the transports, over." James nodded at that. He would of like the extra firepower to help take down the enemy ships, however with the threat of aircraft bearing down on them. It was a good call in the end. The transports were far more important.

"Got it, remember one missile at a time! You will have to guide them to your targets!" James relays to his men. "Do as many sweeps as you can until the transports are out."

"Copy your last! Good luck sir. Bee-24 out."

"Stay safe! I'll see you all again!" James finished over the comms before looking to Daniel, "Let's nail those carriers. How are the bombs?"

"Good news and some bad news." James sent the man a look, "Good news is that most off bombs are fine. The bad news is that three of them seem to be stuck in place. Meaning we will have to circle around a couple of times to the hit carriers. Which will bring up the problem of running out of fuel before we can make it to Hawaii."

"Hawaii would be a no-go anyway since we are heading west anyway, Japan would be the closest and best bet if we somehow survive this. We'll run out fuel anyway, how many bombs do we have?" James asked.

"Seven available."

"Four usable. Is there any way to get them unstuck before we get to targets?"

"That would require both of us, and we are in the middle of a combat zone not to mention in flight. I rather not have the both us back there should enemy fighter catch us."

"Spirit of Kitty Hawk! We have engaged! They have searchlights everywhere here! It's almost like its midday! That and the Princess is still kicking and her anti-air guns are extremely powerful. She seems pissed. Hold on... she is breaking formation? She is heading west at high speeds! She is bearing westward in your direction! Do you copy?!"

James groaned at the bad news. From bad to worse. "She is on to us. I was expecting this. That makes your job much easier now. We are almost out of range. We'll handle it from here good killing Bees. Do not dally, get out as soon as possible. Kitty over and out."

"To you as well, Kit-!"

James frowned at that, "What happened?"

"We are out of range, the comms are no longer active."

"Got it. I don't know how long it will take for her to reach us but now we have a very small window to get in and out."

"I just hope the carriers are close to each other."

"The Abyssal know we're coming. They are not stupid. We might be able to get one, two if we're fast and lucky." James scratched the back of his head. James checked the clock, "The transports should be at the hole by now. Fighters should be disengaging."

"Radar is picking up on a lot of fighters below us. They are waiting for us."

"How many is a lot?"

"Six carriers worth. Plus their escorts and the princess that is hot on our heels. We will only get one pass by before they realize we are above them. Then I don't see how we can do anything of significance after that. Wait... damn! There goes the princess! She just sped past us! That nuts! She is causing waves down there!"

"I'm opening the comms I want to hear their chatter." James was quick to open the comms and he was also quick to hear the princess that seemed like she had gone insane.

"-Kill! Hear me!? I know what your plan is now! You and all those men will die! Hear me!? After I'm done with you we will hunt those bastards down to that island! You hear me Eagle-72?! You think what I did to Guam was bad?! What until you see what I have in stored for Hawaii! Hear me!? I know-"

James heard enough of the insane rambling of the princess. So this was the Princess that was responsible for Guam? Good to know. "What the fuck? That arrogant cunt!" Daniel exploded at the words of the abyssal.

"Daniel," James tried as he made the B2 climb as high as it could.

"Who the fuck does she think she is? God or something?" The man ranted and it was getting on James's nerves. Yes, he understood why he was mad, in fact, he was mad too. He, however, could not let it get to him. He had a plan. It wasn't a good one but it was a plan.

"Daniel," James said his name a second time. It didn't work.

"Guam! She's the one that killed over two hundred thousand people! Hawaii, she thinks Hawaii-"

"DANIEL!" James blurted out cutting the man off in mid-rant. The man looked at him rage was still clear on his face, "I get it. I really do however we can't lose sight of what we have to do. This fleet cannot leave Midway."

"Then how do you…" Daniel's eyes must have widened under his helmet as he caught on, "No we can't. That's out of the question!"

James kept staring at the man, "You don't seem to understand, Hawaii is the last foothold the United States has left in the Pacific theater. I will not be held responsible for the loss of 1.8 million civilians plus whatever military forces are there. The people on those islands are doomed if we allow these bitches to go. We can stop the entire invasion force here and now. This will cripple the invasion and instead of giving us weeks, it will give us months to prepare and rebuild. Arm the B83 Daniel."

"We will be court-martialed and executed for this. You realized that right?"

"What's more important to us soldiers. Our lives or the people we swore to protect? 2 lives or 1.8 million Daniel? Which one? " James explained very determined for the other man to see the point. Daniel's face grew bitter, he knew which one was better all around. "Daniel," He looked at James, "Arm the damn bomb. This isn't a war against conquest. This is a war of extinction. Arm the Bomb."

Daniel took in a deep breath of air, "Arming the B83." James put a hand in his face.

"To think we would be the third use of a Nuclear weapons in history."

"That and the political shit storm caused by this will be unheard of," Daniel added. "B83 is armed and ready to drop on your orders, sir." He said that word with distaste. James understood Daniel but at the same time, he could not. Daniel would let this force get by them when they had the means to stop them dead? That and the best part was that no humans would lose any life. This was a win in any one's book. Well, minus a couple groups of people.

"Wait until we are twenty miles past the carriers and drop the damn thing. I want us outside of the blast radius and to give the transports and the fighters more time as well." James watched at the searchlights flare all around them as they started to make their pass. The third time in human history, the United States would drop the bomb. This would also be the first time in human history would the nuclear bomb be dropped without authorization of any kind. Only death would come from his decision. He would either see life in prison or be shot. James waited for the set amount of miles, "Drop the bomb in ten seconds. How fast can this baby haul?"

"Max speed is 630 mph at 40,000 ft altitude."

"What are we now?"

"37,946 ft."

"Climb to max height and get ready to haul ass to Japan."

"Copy that. We will run out of fuel by then too but we will be very close to the coast." Five seconds ran by before they reach max height. "We hit max height."

"Five seconds left." James watched his clock. The seconds ticked by painfully slow. Then the second hand on his clock hit the mark, "Drop the B83 and get us the hell out of here."

"Bay doors are opening now... B83 deploying…" Daniel hit the release. James watched as the missile shot past the B2 out of the bay and into the night sky before them. "B83 successfully deployed. I had the missile shot three miles in front of us before circling back. It will by us a minute of time. Hold on it's going to be rough." The G-force from the B2 accelerating threw both pilots back in their seats as the engines roared. Pushed to the max as if it knew just what was about to happen.

"Where is that blasted aircraft!?" Destroyer Princess screamed at one of the radar vessels. It was unnerving her. She had survived the sneak attack by barely dodging the blast of a 2000 pound bomb. The humans had great weapons and even more skilled pilots then she had give them credit for. What kind of aircraft was that silent? The human were making things that were quite deadly.

She was lucky that she was fast or she might have been in even worse shape than she was. He eyes were looking everywhere for that blasted plane. The spotlights were flaring. There was still no sign of them, however. Where are they? What were they up to?

"I can't find them, princess! The radar is blind to them. That and they are not broadcasting anything so we can't locate them by pinning them either." The radar specialist explained to her. She didn't need her excuses for being bad at her job.

"Excuses! We can let them anyway near the carriers. We need them for Hawaii and the eastern front. I don't care how you do it but find them!"

The last thing she wanted was to look like a fool much like her sister. This James Lamb was truly skilled. It was no wonder they put a bounty on his head. She crossed her arms and waited. She had made sure the carries had launched all their planes to protect against the USAF aircraft.

Still, there was nothing. It was like they were waiting for something. What was taking the aircraft so long to get here? Ugh! "Where are you little lamb? You can't hide forever."

Then after a long wait, she finally heard that man's voice. She was about to interrupt him but his voice had so much conviction that it stopped her. "This is to any and all human life near Midway Atoll, a Nuclear B83 has been deployed as of now. You have a minute to get to the estimated safe distance. If you cannot, please forgive me."

The destroyer princess took steps back on the water. She had heard of the superweapon. It was rarely talked about in the open once the Abyssals had been found out. The humans couldn't use them because of how quick the Abyssal could invade and leave just as quickly as they had gotten there. The weapons couldn't be used effectively against them. They wouldn't waste them on a single or a small fleet. They would have no problems doing now that there was no Human life inside of the blast area! They were the only ones left! The perfect target...

Her mind was racing. The whole Twelfth Surface Fleet would be wiped out within a second of detention of that weapon! This would put a stop to all invasion plans of the Western Pacific front. It would leave the USA in the game for the long haul! This was unacceptable. She had failed. There was no way her fleet could escape that. Only she had a chance of surviving that thing.

"Retreat! Underwater now! The humans have deployed their super weapon! Retreat!" She yelled for the heavens to hear. She had known that it was too late for most of them. She had given the call to depart. Now she had to escape. It would be unacceptable if she was destroyed. The other could be rebuilt and save. She could not be replaced as easily. Thankfully she could get away if she kept up her speeds.

She felt something wet in the corner of her eyes. In the end, she had taken all the small islands only to lose at Midway. Midway. The one island that always seemed to see a major battle taking place. At the end of the day, they had taken Midway but at the loss of the whole Twelve fleet. A tear rolled down. What a disaster.

In one second, everything stopped. The night sky turned to midday. Her eyes widened as she turned to see a massive cloud appeared out of nowhere. The sky turned black once more and the wind slammed into her as the explosion expanded outward. She lifted her arms to block against the gals. Then she saw the wave. No matter what she did it would hit. She let out a scream a the wave of fire and water washed over her.

Burned and capsized. All in one. She was tossed and turned much like a ragdoll in a laundry machine. 'Is… this really… my end?' She once again became one with the ocean.

"We made… it." James Breathed in and out quickly to keep the blood flowing. They didn't need to see the after. "Midway is lost, but they lost the whole fleet."

"I just hope that this buys Hawaii the time it needs now that were criminals."

"Stop being a Debbie downer dude. I mean, think about it like this even if the US does call us criminals for our action here today, the majority will be thankful to us. There is also the fact that the US has lost any foothold they had with Japan when the US pulled out to defend our own waters. We will have to see what the Japanese will do." James tried to light the mood.

"Well, that's all well and good James, just don't forget that we pulled out of Japan. Left them to fight for themselves,. Oh we also dropped two atomic bombs on them too!"

"Don't act like I don't know anything about history. I know very well what the United States has done in multiple wars, the good and the bad! Calm down Daniel, we will be fine for now. We can worry about that crap when we land in Japan. How long until we reach Tokyo?"

"About three hours. The sun should be up once we are there too."

"Thank God," James pulled his bag from the chair and started shuffling through it, "What we should do next is put this bad boy on auto and fix those three jammed 2000 pounders in the back. We may need them later." James finished pulling out a payday, "Want one."

Daniel just shook his head at seeing James randomly pull out a payday, "Might as well." James tossed him one.

"Let's fix that jam."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time."

"Don't get snippy with me buddy!"