Greg gave an angered sigh before he let his fist pound onto the table. He turned his back and swore before he stared at the two Captains. “All right, what the hell are we supposed to do then?”
Fax looked at the map. “I lived here.” She pointed to a spot on the map. “At Triangle. It’s about five minutes away from Quantico and the Marines base. We could possibly head into the Marines base first, find some supplies. Then make our way onto 95 North, but we would have no cover. Route 1 on the other hand, would have cover. But, it would possibly take longer. If we can find a truck or something, we could get into DC a little bit quicker. Though, the state of how many cars are possibly clogging the highways would probably be pretty high. If we are able to get a vehicle, we could cut the time by half. Though, I don’t think any of the barriers have been taken down.”
“Barriers?” Dahlia asked.
“When the Outbreak happened, they closed off DC to keep the virus coming in and to save the President and the Cabinet,” Fax explained. “Unfortunately, I heard that the President turned into a Ghost. S’terrible day when we learned that he ate his wife.”
“So what do you suggest we do?” Greg finally asked. “This is uncharted Red Zone territory. I can’t go out there and get my men killed. ‘Specially with that new medic. Boy be pissing himself before he realized that he got bit.”
“I say that we go into the Marines base,” Fax replied. “We could probably get a protected military vehicle there. Then, when we’re on 395, dump the vehicle, do what we have to do in DC, run back, get into the vehicle, and head back to the boat.”
“Shouldn’t we just head toward DC?” Dahlia inquired. “I mean, why waste time in going to the abandoned military base if we could just head straight to Washington?”
“If we continue on 395?” Hailfax stated. “We pass right over Arlington National Cemetery. I’d say that’s where the majority of the groupies will lie. Cobras will hide in the crowd and so will Banshees. We don’t have the kind of protection against them. It’ll be lambs to the slaughter.” Fax felt a small gust of wind go by her. She turned and said. “I know you’re here, Outlaw.”
The spy uncloaked himself and lit up a cigarette. “Impressive.”
“How are the teams doing?” she asked him.
“They are on edge because the boat has stopped, but otherwise gambling whatever money they have,” Outlaw stated.
Fax nodded. “We’re almost done here. Let them know that we’ll be stepping off soon and all weapons need to be checked and ready to go. Greg and Dahlia will do the double check.”
“As you wish,” Outlaw said and left.
“All right,” Greg replied as he stared into Fax’s eyes. “We’ll go to the damn Marine Base. Get whatever supplies that are left. I want you and TZ to find a vehicle that we can take. Once you find one we’ll take it from there.”
Fax looked over at Dahlia, who just shrugged. Fax looked at Greg before she said: “Works for me. Let’s go get the troops.”
The trio walked down to the Mess Hall to see a clash of blue and red in front of them; with the exception of the flash of purple in between. They hollered and yelled as Fax looked over at Dahlia and Greg. Fax placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled. The chatter stopped and the two groups stared at each them.
“Change of plans guys,” Fax told them. “We’ve landed a bit early and we have to go somewhere else. Come on, get your gear and we’ll be on our way.”
The two groups stood up and ran to get their supplies. Once the groups left, Greg punched Fax in the arm.
“Fuck, what?!” Fax demanded.
“You didn’t tell them!” Greg replied.
“Of course I didn’t tell them,” Fax replied as the three walked toward the weapons room. “Why would I tell them about Red Zone territory when they were in the Mess Hall?”
“So, you’re going to tell them now that they’re armed?” Dahlia asked.
Fax opened her mouth; then closed it. “Shut the fuck up.”
Dahlia smirked and looked at Greg, who looked like he was eating a sandvich.
“Is that good?”
“It is delicious,” Greg replied as he continued to eat. He plucked off the toothpick with the olive and ate it. He gave a smirk to Dahlia, who only rolled her eyes and picked up her rocket launcher. Once everyone was ready, the groups headed to the front of the ship to be placed in small boats to get them to land. Fax was the last one on the boats and the two boats made their way to the shore. Once there, Fax turned and looked at the groups.
“Kay guys,” Fax said with a smile as she tried to sugar coat the situation. “We are not in DC, so we have to make an adjustment.”
“What kind of adjustment?” Dodom asked irritated.
“Welp, obviously it’s not DC,” Fax started. “And we’re in Quantico. And we’re going to the Marines Base. Yep…oh, and we’re in a Red Zone.”
The groups got quiet until someone said, “WHAT.”