Nikolai, and Miercole had gotten Gizor into the ship, but the other furs were beyond saving. Out of a group of six, they were the only three, the Skunk, the Raccoon, and the Panther had to be left behind. The Skunk had been long dead, as well as Leon, the panther. Unbeknown to them though, the Raccoon was still alive, just unconscious. Shane was last onto the ship, as protocol demands, being the squad leader.
It was a long ordeal, or at least, seemed to be, but everyone managed to get onto the ship safely after that. The Mortars ceased, once the ship was out of range. Nikolai sat on the back of the craft, holding onto a safety bar as he looked down on the enemy camp ahead of them. There were... hundreds of them. Something big was happening in the middle of nowhere.
Scott slammed his fist onto his desk. They got away, and he hesitated. No available troops could shoot them down now. He gave an order to pull back and regroup, and get Frank patched up. He held his head in his hand, sighing. "****ing furries." he said.
WOLF underground base - 1820 hours, June 23, 2169
Latitude: 40.8387
Longitude: -119.2126
Conditions: Indoors
Temperature: 72 Degrees Fahrenheit, climate controlled.
Situation: Extraction completed, no further assignments at the present moment.
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"Hold still." Nikolai felt a cotton swap put against his temple, as they cleaned up his scratch wound. The Nurse was a somewhat unattractive otter by the name of Rivera. She cleaned him up and began to leave.
Nikolai spoke. "Are you sure there's nothing you can do about...?" He silently motioned his head toward the singed spot in his tail. The nurse shook her head and giggled, and Nikolai just felt all the more uneasy, as he jumped down.
Gizor was in another room, he had caught got in a mortar explosion and knocked out during the battle, and had yet to wake up. However, sitting across the hall from Nikolai's position was Miercole. She was waiting to go into the debriefing room. By the looks of it, she wasn't up for chatter. Nikolai sighed, and continued down the hallway, his tail drooping. He wasn't sure where Shane went, but for all Nikolai knew, he was taking a bathroom break.
They lose 3 soldiers. And it was a simple extraction. What went wrong? He tried not to think about this as he sat down in a recreation room, and watched the news on the television. Some Cheetah girl was speaking about anti-war fur protesters. He looked around for a remote to change the channel with, but gave up and decided to just wait it out until the program changed, as he sat down on a comfortable sofa. It felt good to be out of battle gear, and he stretched his legs and tail, still cringing when he ran his hands over the singed fur.
Meanwhile, a cargo truck had already picked up Frank and Duo, and dropped them off at the base. A medic and a technician were urging them into the medical facility. The facility was a movable building, much like a square tent, with a nice climate control system. Very hi-tech, it was a hospital on wheels, and a decent size too. Obviously the humans were set up to stay here for a while.
Scott Williamson was preparing to debrief the two human allies. With any luck, he'll get the answer he needs, if not, it was no loss. He had just gotten back from the funeral service for the four humans who were killed, and felt especially bitter toward the furries, and wanted to take out his bitterness on someone.
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