JD Caldwell’s

Phantom 5

Prologue:

`           War is hell; people don’t realize that until the fight is brought to their doorstep. We will never stop war, nor will we tell the brave souls who join the military, that they can’t fight. Casualties may be large or small but like were taught; it’s the thought that counts. World peace is there anything more far-fetched.

2001: September Eleven happens

2002: President Bush decides not to go to war with Iraq, the cost is to high and that we should analyze the situation and find a peaceful diplomatic solution 

2005: President Bush is assassinated, no one knows who the killer was or where he came from, was he American, Iraqi, or someone else. Chaney becomes President. Latter on in the year Chaney dies of a heart attack.

2008: Thomas Franklin Pryce is elected president, and James Kensington is VP

2009: A Nuclear bomb hits Canada. Killing nearly 90% of the population, the Russians take their chance and use Canada to invade the US.

2010: War is declared against Russia, the war is on US soil, mostly Northeastern states, mainly New York, Michigan, Ohio and Pennsylvania

2011: Now…      

Chapter One: Two Renegades

“You know the felling you get in your gut, when you know something bad is going to happen.” Private First-Class Marcus Johnson said to his commanding officer and long time friend Sergeant Hannibal F.

Johansson Jr. who was rubbing his cross on the necklace around his neck.

          Hannibal replied shifting his weight in the backseat of the moving Hum-V. “Ya I know what you mean, but I don’t get that feeling no more,” he answered looking out his window into the rubble of building, that once was New York. “It kinda went away when I survived the infiltration of Fort Bragford five months ago.”

          “Man lets forget about that shit, Rodney put some tunes on.” Marcus said yelling to the front seat. Trevor, riding shotgun handed a CD to Rodney, who was driving. Rodney put it in. Marcus started to sing along attempting to cheer up Hannibal from his remorse of his comrade’s months ago. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn’t have to wait so long.”

          Hannibal pondered why his black friend, Marcus, would be singing the Beach Boys, that fact alluded him. Hannibal. Quickly jumped in the next verse with, “Wouldn’t it be nice to live together, in the kinda world were we belonged.”

          Then Marcus let out a laugh, “You white boys and your Surfer music. Damn its like white people and ET.”

          “What the hell do you mean by that,” Hannibal shot back, curios to what was wrong with ET.

          “He’s a god damn alien, and the humans become friends with him. You white folks may thing that that’s all nice and dandy, nut us black folks like the movies where the alien eats people, like the movie Alien.”

          “Look there both good movie, no lets drop it,” Hannibal said. Following his word came a loud explosion in front of the, a Military Vehicle just blew up.

          Rodney yelled from the front, “Jesus was getting bombed.” With that the front of the car was engulfed in fire, taking Rodney and Trevor in it. Hannibal kicked his door open; Marcus did likewise on his side. Hannibal rolled out and behind a car, just in time to avoid the explosion of their truck.

Hannibal stood up to see his seven-car unit destroyed, all the cars destroyed and no survivors it looked like.

          Hannibal looked in the sky to see several jet-fighters swoop by in and instant, back north, to Russia’s new land, Canada. Marcus rounded the other side of the car, “Damn Russian jets, how did our signals not pick them up.”

          “Are you kidding our signals are shit,” Hannibal said, “Still we should have seen it coming, we are on Manhattan Island, were on the battlefield.” The two renegades stood looking at their destroyed convoy.