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"All friendly callsigns this is overlord... There is a new task available: A signal was received from GRID: 067, 163. Any responding units report and engage on coordinates. Prepare for contact." The message went across all local military frequencies, including the one associated with the recently deployed tank division that was on its way towards that general area. The commander, Phillip was the first to get the message, and he already began coordinating with his other three crews to converge on the signal.
"This is Heavy Guard 4-1 to command, we are on the move to target coordinates. Ensure that any responding teams are given our frequency codes." The commander said, reaching out and grabbing the bolt of his machine gun to cock it back and prime the weapon. The roads were fortunately clear for the most part or containing abandoned cars which were easy to run over. It seems that the locals were more than aware their home was being invaded ever since decepticons sightings were reported everywhere. Minutes crept by until they began arriving on the crash site, and they were already about to go into mortal combat.
"Contact, hostile big bot, half a click, north!" The radio lit up and immediately the gunner of each individual tank were working off the report and their live camera feeds to aim at that general direction.
Phillip who could see the titans ahead was already observing his surroundings before he spoke into his headset. "Alright, 2 and 3 are now team Red. 4 you're with me. Red, move to GRID: 068 164. Occupy the town and use it for cover as you prepare for engagement. 4, you're with me we are the spear head. We going to punch in, get to that pod, crack 'er open, and get the hell back. Is that understood? Lets show them what the National Guard can do."
Everything was going by smooth and as planned while the small convoy made its way off the dirt roads and onto actual pavement. After their first few minutes of good driving they stopped to see a wrecked car down the road, one that wasn't caused by an explosion or a collision. It looked crushed and its owner was nowhere to be found. When they were about a couple yards a way the two MRAP vehicles stopped, the gunner of the back one taking a moment to look around for anything out of the ordinary.
"Hohohold up.. Shut the engine off." Konrad said once they came to a halt and immediately the front Humvee's engine was turned off, seconds later the second one followed that suit. They sat there with only the sound of the wind and the sound of hot vehicle parts snapping and making a creaking noise during their calming period. Everyone was looking around, and finally the sergeant made a decision. "Call it in. I am going to go check it out." He said, climbing out of the car with his handy rifle. One of the soldiers took up that responsibility and began to report their location and situation to their base, but to the guys receiving the message this was just a typical road obstruction.
After exiting the safety of the vehicle the soldier pointed at the one manning the machine gun before he started towards the wreck, giving the gunner a signal to be on alert. The man wearing a desert scarf and a multiwrap mask under his heavy gear simply nodded and adjusted his dark tinted goggles before cocking the machinegun back, readying it for anything to pop out.