<[ opens up to scene of Abandoned Airfield, the sound of static can be heard in the distance]> Ham_Radio: * static blocked signals* Operater-<the blue one>: "Shutting down the link due to inactivity switching to Bravo 2 channel number marked Bravo 2, over." Operater X- 2nd base camp operater (camp due 10 miles away) : "we copy,over" Operater-<the blue one>: *begins to shift channels for AM broadcast when first dawn hits* Ham-radio: *static slowly fades out* Operater X- : "we are being ambushed Alpha 1 read,ov-*background gunfire* " *open to title card* Next morning <[please wait]>

*the unamed Operater is sitting in the Radio Room with another fellow Transmissioner* Operater-<the blue one>- :"so no signs of any signals last night..." * he would look over at the other Operater * Operater 2 -<the fox one> :" maybe the wars over, we haven't had any luck with getting transmission out let alone get any from our allies,if you count base camp Asshole over there" * he would motion his hands south east toward the base camp Operater X was sending his final transmission that was never heard * Operater-<the blue one> just because we focus around gathering intel and not getting involved doesn't mean you should pitty are own men.*he would begin the morning broadcast with the weather and the news(news was gathered by interrogations made by base camp "Asshole" when learning there plans) then ration stock * [outside the radio room, pans out to the runway were some soldiers are sitting around playing cards] Soldier 1-< Private- Anthony Prince- Medical Corps > :" I swear I cant-

hear a damn thing ever since they tuned down the speakers, shush!" * he would shush the other fellow soldiers * Soldier 2-< Intel officer, Peter Luköff> " aaaa shut the **** up! * he would punch soldier 1 in the arm* "why in the world would you need to know the news!?" * he would get up* Soldier 1-<PVT-AP-MC> " no, the rations Retard!"*he would squal about* Soldier 3-<Drafted,Soldier, the messager (tripp)> :" we have plenty of rations, years worth at least."* he would spin his hand in a circular motion* Soldier 2: -< IO,PL> :" we have about 4 months left out of the year supply, then we fight are way back hoping we have still secured our line." ( the line would of been 50 miles away from the current camp,but due to the enemy tactics they lost about 139 miles of land from the original line)* he would mock soldier 3 with the hand spin*

Soilder 3-<D,S,TM🚩,OC> :" well better secure the area, scouts will be out soon.."* he would start bringing some stuff into the hangers to pack away* -(Chapter 1 Part: 1)- -(Chapter 1 Part :2)- <( check tomorrow for part 2)>

[<cut into a troop squad walking over the cracked Tarmac search for any signs of the allies>] ???: "Search the hangers!"* hand motions toward hanger 1 and 2 (due to the test of time the 3rd hanger was crushed by the air traffic control tower)* [All the soldiers would be hiding behind the hangers in a makeshift bunker cut out of the mountain side] [yada yada time passes and the mysterious troop squadron moves forward away from the airfield] SOLDIER 2: -< IO,PL>: "damn ****, they could of had are asses if it wasn't for little old Operater here trying to savage as much radio as possible!" Operater: " sir, it wasn't my fault, you guys never told me that the troop squads came every other month , now did you,sir" Soldier 3:-<D,S,TM>should we signal the rest of the soldiers it's safe to come out,sir?"

[soldier 1 would be in another bunker with several other fellow soldiers ] Soldier 1: "alright men, we can now leave and continue on about are days...* he would motion all the soldiers out the door, same with the other bunker with Soldier 2, he would be walking towards hanger 2] <check tomorrow for chapter: 1 part : 2 1/2>

Due to lack of reception I'm going to hold the writing off so I can also have time to rewrite the story