Disclaimer: The Strike Witches series is fully owned by Shimada Humikane, Noboru Yamaguchi and Gonzo Animation Studios while the non Strike Witches elements are fully owned by me.

Authors Foreword: Greetings my fellow readers, Fuji92 is back again…after my Final Exam ended (thankfully) I could concentrate my time on my fanfic again. Of course first and foremost, I would like to apologize for my inactivity and to thank to all of you readers and reviewers for following this story from the start…it mean a lot to me. For now let's get on with the story shall we? Oh and Nim Maj also gets the credit for beta-reading my story.

Chapter 13: 'Operation: Guardian Angel' Pt. 1

[This mission is an utmost important ladies and gentlemen; two of our pilots has shot down and are behind enemy line somewhere near the Suez Canal…no doubt the Neuroi are getting onto their asses as we speak. The Witches of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing will lend their hands to assists us with the rescue operations so this will be a joint OP so cooperation is the key. An element of Marine Recon unit is on the ground as of now to look for our boys and possibly other survivors from the Allied Forces, they will send a signal to us if they have made contact with our downed pilots. This won't be an easy OP but I have faith that all of you will bring them back safely, remember…we will never leave behind one of our own. Good luck and Godspeed. – Admiral Frederick Robertson addressing a joint 501st JFW-USMC's Combat Search and Rescue Task Group [Yankee] prior to the rescue operations of Lieutenant Commander Hawke E. Yeager and Lieutenant Albert Lebowski on 21st of August, 1944]

Date: August 21st, 1944

Location: Somewhere along the Suez Canal

After joining a group of allied survivors from the previous battle over the Suez, LCDR Hawke and Lt. Lebowski took their time by talking with the survivors as they exchanging stories along the way while at the same time evading Neuroi patrols who are currently searching for them since yesterday.

"So Lieutenant Lebowski...how's the future looks like? Since you are from alternate world and all that?" the current leader of the Allied survivors Sqn Ldr Warrick Denver asks the American Lieutenant who is currently helping his CO Hawke to walk since he has a broken leg and couldn't walk properly.

"Just call me Albert and for your question…well shit happens all over the world in our time really. Armed conflicts and terrorism everywhere, it is not a good time either." Albert answered.

The Britannian pilot gives a curious look at Albert after hearing his answers, "Really? It must have been hard on you lots is it?"

"To be honest, we've gotten used it to it…although in a bad way. But we were just only following orders as any soldiers do." Albert explained to the Britannian Squadron Leader.

Warrick could only giggle as he patted Albert's back, "A true soldier eh?" He then looked over another person which is Hawke, Albert's friend and commanding officer who are holding on Albert for support due to his leg injury.

"How's your leg feeling lad?" Warrick asks Hawke.

"Like shit…but I can live with it." Hawke said in assurance before looking back to the rest of the groups and then back at the Britannian, "Do these Witches know some healing ability?"

However, Warrick only let out a sigh as he turned to see the Witches and other pilots, "No…they aren't. Those girls are combat witches not healing witches…most of them has been assigned to the triage sections to tend the wounded arriving from the frontlines."

"I see...thanks Warrick, now we just need to see how far we are from the nearest outpost…got any ideas?" Hawke asks the rest of the party.

The rest of them could only shook their heads dejectedly as Warrick talk to Hawke, "Well I think we should stick heading west…if we're lucky we should see the Suez Canal and cross it back to friendly lines…or probably a friendly recon patrol."

"Or if we don't, we'll stumble on a Neuroi patrol and vaporize us upon contact…" Hawke deadpanned as he continued, "…at least if there's a chance of survival out there…we'll just go with it then since command said we'll might stumbled upon some friendlies somewhere."

The rest could only agreed and began to move when a Witch on their group suddenly stops, "Wait! I…I think I saw someone!"

Everyone then turned to see what the Witch saw and true enough, several figures in the distance appears and one of them waved at the group.

"Wait Hawke…is that what I think it is?" Albert asks his injured friend.

"I'll be damned Al…I think we can make it out of here alive." Hawke could only etch a smile on his face.

At the same time,

The small detachment of twelve-man Marine Force Recon team which originally tasked to report enemy progress and positions during the battle over the Suez Canal has volunteered themselves to find the downed pilots. After a brief briefing from the commanding officer back at the Eisenhower, their objective is clear…find the downed pilot and call in for evacuation.

"Sir, I think this is where the group might head. The Captain ordered us to stay here and radioed in when we found 'em." A Marine reported to the First Lieutenant Santos.

"Thank you McGraw, now get to your stations and call me in when you saw them." Santos ordered as the Marine dismissed himself and then another Marine with the rank of Sergeant approaches the First Lieutenant.

"Sir I've done combing our perimeter, no Neuroi in sight…so far." Sergeant DeMilo reported.

Santos then glanced at the Sergeant, "Thanks DeMilo, I just hope they won't just appeared out of nowhere and attack us…last night was so goddamn too close for comfort."

The veteran Sergeant shudders as his commanding officer mentioned about their close call with a Neuroi patrol a day before, he was thankful that the Neuroi didn't noticed him and his fellow Marines and after that close encounter, they immediately pack up their gear and move away from any possible Neuroi patrol they might encounter.

Sergeant DeMilo's train of thought is abruptly ended when they received a transmission from one of their fellow Marines.

(Radio)[Sir! This is PFC Eugene; I saw the group…their coming towards us now.]

DeMilo looked at the Lieutenant who are smiled at the news, "Excellent, bring that group to us. I'll begin contacting Command."

Santos then turned to the Sergeant, "DeMilo, I think it's time we call in the evac."

Location: USS Eisenhower Combat Information Center

Situation inside the USS Eisenhower's Combat Information Center are packed as officers and crews manned their stations and walked pass each other in exchanging information and current intelligence from the field. Right now, one of the officers perked up as he received radio contact from the five-man Marine Force Recon team.

"Contact the Admiral! We've got them! We found our pilots!" the officers ordered.

Meanwhile at the Eisenhower Briefing Room,

As soon as the news about the downed pilots is found, Hawke's squadmates and several other pilots along with the Witches immediately gathered inside the briefing room. All of them are anxious especially Shirley as they are all waiting to get the clearance for the rescue mission from the Admiral himself.

"Admiral on deck!" shouted a guard as Admiral Robertson enters the room with everyone stood up until the Admiral ordered them at ease as he paste a map on the board.

The Admiral stares at the gathered men, women and Witches before he started his briefing, "Ladies, Gentlemen…and Witches, as you all know we've been receiving contact by a Marine Force Recon platoon lead by First Lieutenant Antonio Santos which stated that they have found the survivors and are now heading to the evac site just a mile from where they are." He pointed at some area of the map, particularly the area around the Great Bitter Lake.

Then one of the pilots, female with her patch showed that she is a helicopter raised her hands up, "Sir, do we have any solid intel on the area?"

Robertson turned towards the female pilots, "So far, all that we get is the place is cleared from any enemy…but that might change soon so I suggest we should start our mission as earliest as possible."

Mio then raises her hands and asks, "Excuse me Sir, how should we proceed with this operation? Do we get other Witches support?"

As if the Admiral had expected the question, he immediately gives out a reply, "So far, we are not able to request the assistance of the 31st JFS due to them participating in several important missions given by the Allied North African HQ. I hope you have enough Witches to support our own operation…how many you can attached for us?"

Mio thought out for some time, she remembers that Miyafuji and Lynette are already volunteered themselves at the field hospital either to treat the increasing numbers of casualties among the soldiers at the front but she still has Shirley, Gertrude and Erica to help with the rescue operations.

"Yes, I volunteer myself along with Captain Yeager, Barkhorn and Flying Officer Hartmann for the operations. We're ready at your call Admiral." Mio reassured the Admiral with Shirley eagerly agrees with Mio.

The Admiral smiles as he looks to the rest of the men and women assembled in the briefing room, "Alright peoples, you all got your orders. This operation will be named 'Operation Guardian Angel' and I want everyone to be up and running when we need it, dismissed."

Everyone started to leave the briefing room including the Witches but the American Admiral suddenly called them again, "Major, I need to have a word with you."

Mio is curious at what the Admiral want to ask of her, "Yes sir?"

"Major, please inform Captain Barkhorn that she is needed at the armory…they said it was something important." The Admiral requested.

Mio acknowledge the Admiral's request, "Very well, I shall tell the Captain about it." She then left together with Shirley to prepare for the operation.

As the Admiral watches the last person to leave, he went back to his bridge and then orders one of his crew, "Get me the Flagship Officer of the Force Z, I need to make a request from him."

Location: En-route to the Marines designated landing site, nearing the 'Great Bitter Lake'

After the surviving pilots and Witches is found and joined up with the US Marine Force Recon Team led by First Lieutenant Santos, the Lieutenant then told the group that the rescue team will be arrived at the designated landing zone not too far from their current position which is near the Great Bitter Lake area on the Suez Canal.

Luckily for Lieutenant Commander Hawke E. Yeager, that means he and the rest of the downed pilots and Witches would be out of dodge in the next few hours…if the Neuroi aren't on their tail.

"So, how did you find us?" Hawke asks one of the Marines who voluntarily carry him to ease Hawke's partner, Albert who carries him all this time.

"I think you should ask Lieutenant Santos, sir." The Marine said as Hawke turned towards the Marine Lieutenant.

"Uh Lieutenant?" Hawke starts to ask the commander of the Force Recon platoon.

The Lieutenant notices Hawke calling him, "Yes sir?"

"How did you find us?" Hawke asks.

"Through our HQ apparently, they managed to pinpoint your location through your emergency radio signal and from UAV footage." Santos pointed up at the sky.

(Radio)[LT come in, this Eugene! We saw some sort of abandoned compound not too far ahead.] The transmitted voice of the Marine PFC is heard by the Lieutenant.

"Copy Eugene, is it clear? Over?" Santos asked back though the radio. There was only a static when the radio picked up the reply.

(Radio)[Affirmative sir, no contact whatsoever sir, we're allowed to proceed.]

"Acknowledge Eugene, meet us up ahead." He gives the order from the radio before turning to Hawke, "Well its looks like we're in the luck sir. We've found an abandoned village or some sort up ahead. We should stay there until the evac arrives."

Hawke simply nodded, "Alright Lieutenant, our lives are depended on you. I'll tell the rest that we're moving out."

Lieutenant Santos watches the Navy Pilot head back to the survivors as he muttered, "God help us if we make it out in time."

Few hours later, Abandoned Compound(?), Great Bitter Lake

As the group finally arrives at the mysterious compound, they and the Marines themselves were actually surprised that the place isn't just an ordinary compound. As they entered, they realized it was actually some sort of Military Base as military equipment seemed left untouched the rest of the facilities seemed intact with no indication of attack by Neuroi.

"Well I'll be damned, this isn't just a goddamn compound…this is a motherfucking army base!" One of the Marines commented as the group enters into the compound.

The base itself as they entered consists of three to four building with several guard towers overlooking the base perimeter. From the Marines observations, this outpost could hold a Company worth of troops since it has an armory, a barracks, a motor pool and their main Communication and Command HQ.

"Well no shit Murphy." Another Marine stated the obvious to his fellow Marine as both of them began searching the area.

"Whatever dude, I'm just glad we won't be sleeping among the sands this time. That thing with the scorpions nearly had me." The Marine whose name is Murphy retorted as they entered one of the outpost's buildings immediately searching for any useful supplies.

Meanwhile, Marine First Lieutenant Santos ordered the rest of the Marines to spread out and secure the area while the survivors began sat down and took a breather from their long march.

"Eugene, come here." Santos called one of the Marines who are currently carrying the team's long range communication equipment as he pulls out a map from his left breast pocket.

As the Marine stood next to Santos, he began pointing a location on the map, "Alright, see here? From what I can gather…this area where we stand is probably the coordinate of this location. I want you to contact HQ and radio in our coordinates. Oorah?"

"Oorah sir." the Marine answered and began contacting the main HQ of their location while Santos then turns back to the survivors they linked up with.

"Alright, you folks rest here. Me and my boys will try to find anything or something useful around…hopefully." Santos then looked at Hawke and his co-pilot Albert, "Lieutenant Commander, I'll leave them in your hands sir."

Hawke and Albert nods affirmatively, "Don't worry about it; we'll call in when we need something." Hawke replied.

Santos saluted at Hawke as he and his NCO Sergeant DeMilo lead some of the remaining Marines to join the search on the surrounding outpost for anything useful.

Meanwhile,

Location: USS Eisenhower Combat Information Center.

The atmosphere inside the Eisenhower's Combat Information Center is somewhat crowded as the staffs are running around different stations either to check into their latest information or busy with their assigned tasks. It was that time when Admiral Robertson himself visited the crowded and busy CIC.

The Admiral was just checking his staffs when a sailor runs to him and informs him, "Sir, we have new information from the Recon team. You should see this sir." as he handed the Admiral a dossier.

The Admiral spoke nothing as he grab the dossier and read the content for awhile before turning at the Sailor, "Do we have UAV feed now?"

"Forgive me sir, the UAV's are currently on refueling sessions. It'll take time for us to prep all of them for another flight."

"Never mind, just get me Field Marshal Montgomery. In the meantime, try contacting them again will you?" Robertson ordered the staff in which he saluted in return before heading off to his station again.

Few Minutes Later, Admiral Robertson's Station

"Sir, we got Montgomery on Comms." a sailor informs the Admiral as he nods at the sailor picks up his comms after he dismisses the said sailor out.

"Field Marshal, thank you for your time." He greeted the Britannian Field Marshal over the comms.

(Comms)[My pleasure Admiral, by the way the commanding officer of Force Z sent his regards for you assistance in keeping his ships safe.]

"Thank you Field Marshal, right now I have a question to asks..." He began asking Montgomery the coordinate of the abandoned base to confirm that it was the Britannian military base.

There was a slight pause on Montgomery's end which a few seconds later, he replied.

(Comms)[Yes...that base near the Great Bitter Lake. It was one of our Supply Base we established along the Canal in preparation to defend the Canal before we have to abandoned it quickly due to the Neuroi's rapid advance. By luck your boys would have a fighting chance if they utilize the weapons stockpiled inside that base. They need all the help they can get.]

"I see..." Robertson then thank him, "thanks for the information Field Marshal, I'll contact you when this is over."

(Comms)[By God I hope so Admiral, we wouldn't want to have more coffins to be send back home after this war. Godspeed Admiral]

Back to the Abandoned Base, Main Headquarter.

Lieutenant Santos and Sergeant DeMilo with two other Marines investigated the base main HQ to find anything useful. So far, they scoured some maps and other documents which has been left behind in a hurry…signifying that the base is hurriedly abandoned due to the ferocity of the Neuroi attack.

"LT, you better see this." DeMilo called the Lieutenant as he shows him a map with detailed positions and bases written on it.

Santos observes the map for awhile before turning to DeMilo, "So according to the map, we are in one of the Britannian Army base prior to the Neuroi driven them off from Egypt."

There was a momentary pause as Santos observes the map before turning to the Marine Sergeant, "DeMilo, get me Eugene and tell him to cross-reference this map with ours, then contact the Command that this base will be our rendezvous point. Got that?"

"Oorah sir." the Sergeant nodded before he turning to the other Marines, "Callaghan, get me Eugene on the double!"

As he busy looking through other documents, his comms suddenly received a transmission from his other Marine.

(Comms)[LT, this Murphy; me and Craig just found some weapons and munition inside the armory…probably couple of small arms with some Brens, PIAT's and Boys…that's about it.]

"Alright, bring them out…we're probably gonna asks some of the Witches with us to help us defend this base before extraction team came in." The Lieutenant gives orders as he heads out of the office.

(Comms)[Ten-Four LT. Out]

After he ended the contact, he is approached by Eugene which informed him, "Sir, the Admiral is on the line. He wants to speak with you."

Lt. Santos immediately switches to another frequency as he could hear the Admiral's voice clearly though his communicator.

(Comms)[Lieutenant, this is Robertson. Status update.]

"Sir, situation is still under control, we found a cache of abandoned weapons that we can use in case the Neuroi gets here." the Marine Lieutenant replies.

(Comms)[I hope you ready to use those guns Son because our reconnaissance reports about a movement of sizable Neuroi forces heading to your location.]

Lieutenant Santos immediately went cold hearing the news of an approaching Neuroi forces, he decides to asks, "How bad is it sir?"

(Comms)[You got at least two light walkers, one heavy walker and five to ten Flying Goblins headed your way.]

There was a silent pause before Santos asks the Admiral again, "How long we have until extraction?"

(Comms)[One Hour. We're readying our extraction force right now so hold on until we get there Lieutenant. Robertson out.]

As the transmission ended, he turned towards Eugene and orders, "Gather the boys and also try to get some able bodied Witches to help us. And get the weapons and munitions out from the armory ASAP!"

"What's the matter L.T.?" One of the Marines asks Santos.

"Trouble…" Santos said as they heads out of the building to meet with the rest of his unit.

And for the next couple of hours on, it would be a fight for their lives.

Location: USS Eisenhower, Off the Coast of Egypt

At the bridge of the American Aircraft Carrier, Admiral Robertson just finished reading the reports he received as he began to announce something to the bridge's crew.

"So they're finally at that base..." he muttered as he began shouting orders, "Ladies and gentlemen, sound General Quarters." The crew immediately raises the klaxons indicating the ship immediately went into action.

"I hope we could make it in time." Robertson muttered as he grabbed a microphone and began broadcasting through the whole ship, "Attention to all personnel, this is your Admiral speaking. This is not a drill; I repeat…this is NOT a drill! All hands to General Quarters! Operation Guardian Angel is a go, prep combat planes and helo's for launch. That is all."

He then decides to see the rescue teams before taking off personally and headed straight to the deck where the rescue team comprises of Captain Farrell's Marines and Corpsmen unit and the Witches of the 501st under the command of Major Mio Sakamoto are ready on the runway.

The Marine Captain is doing his last minute briefing with the rest of his men when the Robertson turns to see Mio, Shirley, Erica and Gertrude already on their Striker Unit and beginning to do preparations for the final launch.

"Admiral? What brings you here?" Mio said as she is the first to notice the Admiral on the runway deck.

"Looking at the final preparations, I hope you and your girls are ready for this. I don't want to see anyone in body bags today." Admiral said as his voice fills with concern to the Witches and the Marines.

"Don't worry Admiral; no one's coming home in a body bag. Especially not Hawke, I ain't gonna leave him to the Neuroi." Shirley

"Speaking of which, where's the other two?" He notices the other two witches were absent.

This time, Gertrude was the one who reply, "Sergeant Miyafuji and Sergeant Bishop volunteered to serve at the field hospital just off port I heard the medical staffs is short on hand so Sergeant Miyafuji and Bishop offered their help."

"I see…very well I wish you good luck…and stay safe." Robertson said as he decided it was time to meet Captain Farrell.

The Marine captain was already finishing with the briefing and already boarded the Seahawk when he sees at the approaching figure of Admiral Robertson; he gives a salute "Sir, all preparations have been accounted for. We're ready whenever the green light is given…sir."

"At ease Captain, I won't lie to you folks, this by far the most risky mission. Just do me one favor, stick to the plan, don't die on me and no one leaves anyone behind." Admiral gives the Marines an advice as the engine of the helicopter revved up.

"Oorah sir!" The Marines replies as the Admiral finally leaves as he heads back to the bridge.

As the Witches seeing the Admiral leaves the runway, Erica notices that this time Gertrude holding a different weapon than the one she use previously, the weapon looks more like the MG42 with a grip on the weapons underbarrel so she decides to asks, "Hey Trude, what is that weapons of yours? Why you didn't use the previous one?"

Gertrude looks towards her own weapons, "Well…they said my Minigun has some…malfunctions, so they decides to give me this in a meantime…I think they call it the M60." Unknown to her, it was actually the M60E3, a lighter variant of the venerable M60 Machine Gun.

Their discussion were interrupted by the Eisenhower's deck crew, "Alright girls, get ready on the runway after the fighters takeoff, it will be your turn.

And true to the deck crew's word, four F/A-18F Super Hornets from Hawke's own squadron are lining up for takeoff.

(Comms)[This is Lieutenant James Fukuyama, acting leader of Reaper Squadron. We'll be supporting you to get our LCDR and his WSO back in one piece. We'll be counting on you.]

The Witches receives the communications from one of the Reaper Squadron's F/A-18F Super Hornets, the Witches then looks and nods at each other as Shirley replies his transmissions, "Thank you and don't worry about us, just keep our back safe and we'll keep yours safe as well."

(Comms)[Roger that. Good Luck, Reaper 2 out]

A few minutes later, the Seahawk rescue helicopters along with the four Witches and the Super Hornets finally takes off and heads to the coordinates to rescue the beleaguered Lieutenant Santos's Marine and the surviving pilots.

"I pray that Jesus watches over them…" Admiral mutters as he watches the rescue units slowly disappear into the horizon.

Date: August 21st 2015

Location: The Oval Office, White House, Washington D.C.

It has been almost a month since the disappearance of the Fleet and the public demands for explanations still hasn't subsides as of yet. Furthermore, with the appearance of a fleet claim to be from the dimension where Robertson's fleets are currently residing adds more headaches to the already busy United States President Arnold D. Roosevelt.

The said President is now sat along with his senior Joint Chief of Staff and expert Scientists which are all involve with the said problem before, rubbing his head with the new development of the situation.

"Right…so the dimensional relay is almost complete isn't it? How long it would take?" President Arnold Roosevelt asks as he reads the current dossier given to him by his National Security Advisor Frank Chamberlain.

"About three weeks according to the schedule sir." Chamberlain said as the President put the dossier down on his table.

"Good…good, now that I assume without any problem isn't it?" Arnold nods before turning to his National Security Advisor.

"Yes sir, at least without any terrorist threat or so, it would be proceeding as planned." Chamberlain added.

"I see, thank you Chamberlain…you're dismissed." He then allow the Advisor to leave the Oval Office, leaving him with a certain Scientist he had know during his visit to see the Neuroi husk, Professor Alma Turner.

"So Professor Turner, do you have any breakthrough about the Neuroi?" Arnold starts to ask a question regarding the Neuroi.

"Just call me Alma sir." She said as she continues, "So far, we are still researching the core. Unfortunately, we still cannot understand the science behind the core itself. So far as we know, it could be some sort of catalysts itself to emit high density energy beam other than its own power source." The Professor explains.

Confuse with her explanation, the President asks, "Wait, isn't Rear-Admiral Leyland Engineers giving any helpful insights to what this Neuroi is?"

Alma sighs as she answers, "Sir, they are Engineers, not Scientists. I need a researcher who has done their research on the Core, I was tempted to ask if those people still kept the research papers for those…Warlock weapons their previous Vice-Air Marshal Trevor Maloney isn't it? From my point of view, he might be...unlikeable in their world…but so far, he is the only one who has a deep understanding of the Core that he managed to weaponize it."

"So unless another weird dimensional anomaly brings him here to this world, we don't have anything solid on the Neuroi Core. Duly noted." Arnold nods as he decided to ask another question, "So do you have any good news at least?"

Alma immediately smiles as she pulls out another dossier and gave it to the President. Seeing another brown dull-colored dossier which he has gotten used to since he first started his Presidency, he opened it to reveal a schematics of some sort.

"Alma…what is it?" He asks.

Alma immediately replies, "Sir, what you see is a new weapon system we developed for the Witches after seeing their Striker Unit."

President Arnold blinks for some time before he finally speaks, "We have Witches?"

"No not us, it's the Rear-Admiral Leyland's own 508th JFW." She corrected, "After looking over the technologies behind the Striker Unit. We are finally able to replicate the magic engine with the help of Leyland's engineers and technicians."

The President looks impressed by the effort done on the Witches Striker Unit technology but then he has a question to the Professor, "Wait…but if we don't have any Witches…why would we try to develop this?"

Alma smirks at the question, "Let's say is a gesture of goodwill from us…besides, hearing how bad they are facing against the Neuroi in their world…I think they more help that they can get. That's why we decided to create a more efficient prototype of a Jet Strike Unit to replace their old units."

"A Jet Striker Unit you say?" Arnold looked over to the schematics; the Striker's outer design is based on the United States current 5th Generation Fighter, the F-22 Raptor.

"Yes, I already confirmed it with Lockheed Martin; they agreed to develop the prototypes under your supervision sir." Alma added.

"Thanks Alma, I'll make sure that Lockheed Martin got the green light to develop the prototypes. If there are no more, you can leave now." He ordered and Alma immediately heads out of the Oval Office while President Arnold D. Roosevelt is left to deal with the paperwork he got on his desk.

"I wonder what that old guy Chuck is doing with those Witches…well can't get distracted while I need to finish this goddamned paperwork." He sighs and just as he grabs his pen to sign the papers, his secretary appears.

Arnold notices her as he speaks, "Ms. Burkin? What do you need?"

The President then notices the secretary is feeling a bit restless, "Uh are you okay Ms. Burkin? Something is wrong?"

"O-Oh, it's nothing Sir, I just got news from our Embassy in Moscow." She said which makes Arnold felt surprise to hear anything from the American Embassy in Russia.

"What is it then?" He asks.

"The Russian President Nikolai Vishenko is planning a visit to Washington by next week sir." The secretary answered.

He blinks again for the second time before thanking the secretary and order her to leave. He then gets up off his chair to grab a small cup and a bottle of whiskey.

"Well I'll be damned…what the heck should I do?" Arnold whispers as he takes a sip of his whiskey from his small cup. Deciding whether to inform the Russian President of the truth or try to cover it up…either way with the amount of tension between the two countries since the disappearance of Russia's only Aircraft Carrier fleet their navy, accusations has been thrown left and right and he didn't want to escalates the tension even further.

He just hoped that the Russian President would accept the predicament he was in right now.

To be continued…

Authors Note:

Hello fellow readers and reviewers, once again I am truly sorry for not updating this story for awhile, as you know, real life situations demand my utmost attention and I simply didn't have time to update my story. But anyhow…here I am. For now, this is the best I can do so I hope I could finish the Part 2 of this chapter as soon as I can. Anyhow, please keep supporting this and my other fics too. Until the next update, this is Fuji92, signing off. – Fuji92