8:47 a.m.

A sleek black MH-47E Chinook flew through the Iraq skyline. The crew were on an urgent rescue mission, they were responding to a SOS call from one of the search teams looking for a terrorist leader.

The guy on the radio was saying that his squad were being attacked by some villagers and they were being extremely violent. The Chopper was only four minutes from the Extraction point; a hospital. The gunner prepared to lay down some covering fire as the squad escaped…

…Meanwhile down on the ground and heading for the local hospital, three soldiers quickly moved through the side streets. Two were unharmed but the third was dragging his leg, part of his trousers were torn and showed off his mauled ankle.

“They were nuts…” sighed Corporal Darryl Maker, clutching his ankle.

The other two could only nod in agreement: Sergeant Peter Thayer and Lieutenant Colin Grosse looked at the injured soldier. A young boy had done that, he had been unconscious on the floor, while they had tried to defend him from an angry mob. The kid woke up mid fight and grabbed the Corporal’s leg and dug his nails into his flesh before biting it.

Peter carried his rifle, while Colin had taken a pistol from a corpse on the way; Darryl was currently unarmed and vulnerable. Something metal clattered nearby, Lieutenant Grosse quickly went to protect his injured comrade, while Sergeant Thayer tried to locate the source of the noise. Moments later an Iraqi soldier waddled into view, Peter automatically fired his gun, the assault rifle sending a hail of bullets into the enemy. The guy was knocked away.

“We need to speed up; they won’t be able to wait long.”

The three soldiers quickened their pace and reached the roof of the hospital just at the Apache touched down. Two medics jumped out and helped the three soldiers into the chopper. Five minutes later, the helicopter took off into the sky while several pairs of hungry eyes watched from the shadows. As the chopper headed back to base, Darryl was complaining that he felt like was burning up…

…Four hours later, at an airbase in Kentucky, a group of medics stood by waiting for the helicopter. The man in charge of the operation was Major John Knight. He wasn’t happy, the chopper should have got back an hour ago. He noticed a young soldier running towards him, a look of urgency on his face;

“Major! We have located the missing Chopper!”

“Excellent work where the hell are they?”

“We’ve had reports that the Chinook went down somewhere in Pennsylvania,” said the Private,

“Went down? How, were they attacked?”

“We are not sure yet sir, we have already informed the local law enforcement to try and find it.”

“Of course, I want you to get Raven and his team, I want them to go and assist in the search operation.”

“Yes Sir!”

The private ran off back indoors, leaving the major to his own thoughts, this is getting ridiculous first we lost the chopper in Iraq, now we have lost a second one somewhere else. He’d need to make precautions; he headed back indoors to make a few phone calls…

…Miles away in Indiana County, the locals had witnessed the shocking sight of a United States helicopter, seemingly lose control and plummet to the earth below. Everyone who had witnessed it went running indoors to grab a camera.