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The Situation has become dire. With the Salmon launching their third wave of attacks, assisted by two king salmonoids, a mothership, and lesser salmon numbering in the hundreds, the Spec Ops teams are at risk of being completely wiped out. Despite the resupply from Team-2, without any outside assistance, their efforts of resistance were in vain. They have hunkered down inside the main lobby of the bank with the only thing separating them from the monsters outside being a pile of damaged ATM's and a handful of lesser salmon corpses. The two king salmon constantly hammer the exterior of the bank with the hopes of collapsing the structure on top of the trapped cephalopods. Panic ensues in the lobby as ammunition once again runs dry and the civilians lose all hope of survival.

Marcus: THIS BARRIER ISN'T GONNA HOLD MUCH LONGER! WHAT DO WE DO!?!

Anna: I'M OUT OF AMMO!

Amelia: MY GUN'S JAMMED!

Michael: THEY'RE STARTING TO BREAK THROUGH! CAPTAIN, WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO!?!

One by one, each soldier empties their last magazine into the hoard of salmon, each of them begging for orders towards their captains on what they should do. Their requests fall on deaf ears as Captains Ian and Violet stare at each other with a look of hopelessness on each of their faces.

Ella: WE CAN'T HOLD THEM MUCH LONGER!

Cait: please... do something... I don't want to die!... I don't want my baby to die...

Zack: Just stay calm Cait, w-we'll think of something...

Marco: CAPTAIN, PLEASE TELL ME YOU'VE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING!

With every crash on the barricade and building, any remaining hope of survival leaves each soldier's mind. With no other choice, Violet and Ian nod and salute each other. Ian stands up and looks towards Luna.

Ian: Luna...

Luna: y-yes captain?

Ian: Call in a broken arrow...

Luna: C-captain!?! Are you sur-

Ian: WHAT OTHER CHOICE DO WE HAVE!?! WE'RE DEAD EITHER WAY! I'M SORRY! I'VE FAILED YOU ALL... I'm sorry...

Luna: *sigh* It's been an honor captain, calling in a broken arrow...

Ian walked towards the back of the lobby and sat down heavily. He buried his face in his arms as he waited for Luna to call in the broken arrow. However, Luna remained silent. Instead of hearing her call in the broken arrow, the sound of an unfamiliar voice played over the radio.

???: *unintelligible* air force, do you copy?

Luna: CAPTAIN, YOU HEAR THAT?!?

Ian: what?

???: *unintelligible* -you copy? We received you distress signal, do you copy?

Violet: pass me the radio!

Violet: This is Spec-2 Actual, we copy. Who am I speaking to?

F-18 Pilot: This is Falcon 2-1, Flight of two F-18's departing from the USS George Washington Aircraft carrier. We are accompanied by two F-18's of the Mushroom Kingdom Royal Navy, departing from the MKS Toadstool Aircraft Carrier. We were conducting a joint forces training operation when we received your distress call. We've received clearance from our superiors to assist.

A wave of joy filled the lobby as cheers from the civilians, Spec Ops soldiers, NG soldiers, and Grizz Co. Workers.

Violet: Copy that Falcon 2-1. Our location should be pretty hard to miss. Look for the giant fucking salmon hammering a bank, surrounded by a bunch of slightly smaller salmon.

Falcon 2-1: uhhh... Spec-2 Actual... can you repeat that?

Violet: It's hard to explain, but you'll understand when you see it.

Falcon 2-2: Falcon 2-2, eyes on the target. You weren't kidding Spec-2 Actual

Ian's mood had drastically improved as he over heard Violet's conversation with the pilots. He requested to speak with the pilots himself

Ian: Falcon 2-1, this is Spec-1 Actual, *sigh* words cannot describe how thankful we are right now! Our command has left us for dead!

Falcon 2-1: Copy that Spec-1 Actual, awaiting orders

Ian: We're currently trapped inside the bank, unable to properly mark our position with flares. Just avoid hitting the bank that's being attacked, you are clear to hit anything outside.

Falcon 2-1: Solid copy Spec-1 Actual, stand-by for impact, ETA 30 Seconds.

Ian: YOU HEARD EM EVERYONE, BRACE FOR IMPACT AND HAVE YOUR WEAPONS READY TO KILL ANY SALMON THAT SOMEHOW SURVIVE THE STRIKE!!!

Everyone: YES SIR!

Zack: Cait, get ready

Cait: *nods*

Everyone inside stood ready, waiting for the bombs to drop. Seconds felt like hours as the banging on the building and barricade subsided as the salmon searched for the sound being emanated by the incoming fighter jets. Then the voice of the F-18 pilots were heard over the radio once more.

Falcon 2-1: Falcon 2-1 on site, bombs away, bombs away!

Falcon 2-2: bombs away!

The Mushroom Kingdom Royal Navy Pilots chimed in on the radios, also announcing their bombing run.

Magikoopa 1-1: Magikoopa 1-1 on site, bombs away!

Magikoopa 1-2: Here we go, look out below!

Explosions rocked the area as the US fighter jets dropped their payload onto the King Salmonoids. Their shrieks drowned out by explosions and jet engines as they collapse onto the ground. Lesser salmon and other salmonoid bosses begin to flee as the fighter jets circled around for another pass.

Falcon 2-1: Falcon 2-1, primary targets are down! Repeat, primary targets are down! Circling around for another pass.

Magikoopa 1-1: Magikoopa 1-1, swinging around, guns guns guns!

Explosions are followed up with autocannon fire as the lesser salmon are bombarded with hundreds of 20mm rounds. Inside the bank, cheers of joy and satisfaction echo throughout.

Falcon 2-1: Falcon 2-1 to Spec-1 Actual and Spec-2 Actual, all tangos have been taken out or fleeing, stay safe guys, out!

Ian: Copy that Falcon 2-1, thanks for the assist!

Violet: Same from me Falcon 2-1, thanks to you as well Magikoopa 2-1 and 2-2!

Magikoopa 2-1: No problem Spec-2 Actual, by the way, we spotted a column of mechanized infantry moving towards you position, I think that's your ticket out of there!

Violet: Thanks again guys!

Magikoopa 2-1: Magikoopa 2-1 heading out. Take care!

As the few soldiers that still have ammo remaining exit the bank to clear the area for evac, the rest celebrate the fact that they're alive. A few seconds pass when their celebration is suddenly interrupted by a sudden shriek from Cait, followed by the sound of a baby crying.

Description
The Situation has become dire. With the Salmon launching their third wave of attacks, assisted by two king salmonoids, a mothership, and lesser salmon numbering in the hundreds, the Spec Ops teams are at risk of being completely wiped out. Despite the resupply from Team-2, without any outside assistance, their efforts of resistance were in vain. They have hunkered down inside the main lobby of the bank with the only thing separating them from the monsters outside being a pile of damaged ATM's and a handful of lesser salmon corpses. The two king salmon constantly hammer the exterior of the bank with the hopes of collapsing the structure on top of the trapped cephalopods. Panic ensues in the lobby as ammunition once again runs dry and the civilians lose all hope of survival.

Marcus: THIS BARRIER ISN'T GONNA HOLD MUCH LONGER! WHAT DO WE DO!?!

Anna: I'M OUT OF AMMO!

Amelia: MY GUN'S JAMMED!

Michael: THEY'RE STARTING TO BREAK THROUGH! CAPTAIN, WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO!?!

One by one, each soldier empties their last magazine into the hoard of salmon, each of them begging for orders towards their captains on what they should do. Their requests fall on deaf ears as Captains Ian and Violet stare at each other with a look of hopelessness on each of their faces.

Ella: WE CAN'T HOLD THEM MUCH LONGER!

Cait: please... do something... I don't want to die!... I don't want my baby to die...

Zack: Just stay calm Cait, w-we'll think of something...

Marco: CAPTAIN, PLEASE TELL ME YOU'VE THOUGHT OF SOMETHING!

With every crash on the barricade and building, any remaining hope of survival leaves each soldier's mind. With no other choice, Violet and Ian nod and salute each other. Ian stands up and looks towards Luna.

Ian: Luna...

Luna: y-yes captain?

Ian: Call in a broken arrow...

Luna: C-captain!?! Are you sur-

Ian: WHAT OTHER CHOICE DO WE HAVE!?! WE'RE DEAD EITHER WAY! I'M SORRY! I'VE FAILED YOU ALL... I'm sorry...

Luna: *sigh* It's been an honor captain, calling in a broken arrow...

Ian walked towards the back of the lobby and sat down heavily. He buried his face in his arms as he waited for Luna to call in the broken arrow. However, Luna remained silent. Instead of hearing her call in the broken arrow, the sound of an unfamiliar voice played over the radio.

???: *unintelligible* air force, do you copy?

Luna: CAPTAIN, YOU HEAR THAT?!?

Ian: what?

???: *unintelligible* -you copy? We received you distress signal, do you copy?

Violet: pass me the radio!

Violet: This is Spec-2 Actual, we copy. Who am I speaking to?

F-18 Pilot: This is Falcon 2-1, Flight of two F-18's departing from the USS George Washington Aircraft carrier. We are accompanied by two F-18's of the Mushroom Kingdom Royal Navy, departing from the MKS Toadstool Aircraft Carrier. We were conducting a joint forces training operation when we received your distress call. We've received clearance from our superiors to assist.

A wave of joy filled the lobby as cheers from the civilians, Spec Ops soldiers, NG soldiers, and Grizz Co. Workers.

Violet: Copy that Falcon 2-1. Our location should be pretty hard to miss. Look for the giant fucking salmon hammering a bank, surrounded by a bunch of slightly smaller salmon.

Falcon 2-1: uhhh... Spec-2 Actual... can you repeat that?

Violet: It's hard to explain, but you'll understand when you see it.

Falcon 2-2: Falcon 2-2, eyes on the target. You weren't kidding Spec-2 Actual

Ian's mood had drastically improved as he over heard Violet's conversation with the pilots. He requested to speak with the pilots himself

Ian: Falcon 2-1, this is Spec-1 Actual, *sigh* words cannot describe how thankful we are right now! Our command has left us for dead!

Falcon 2-1: Copy that Spec-1 Actual, awaiting orders

Ian: We're currently trapped inside the bank, unable to properly mark our position with flares. Just avoid hitting the bank that's being attacked, you are clear to hit anything outside.

Falcon 2-1: Solid copy Spec-1 Actual, stand-by for impact, ETA 30 Seconds.

Ian: YOU HEARD EM EVERYONE, BRACE FOR IMPACT AND HAVE YOUR WEAPONS READY TO KILL ANY SALMON THAT SOMEHOW SURVIVE THE STRIKE!!!

Everyone: YES SIR!

Zack: Cait, get ready

Cait: *nods*

Everyone inside stood ready, waiting for the bombs to drop. Seconds felt like hours as the banging on the building and barricade subsided as the salmon searched for the sound being emanated by the incoming fighter jets. Then the voice of the F-18 pilots were heard over the radio once more.

Falcon 2-1: Falcon 2-1 on site, bombs away, bombs away!

Falcon 2-2: bombs away!

The Mushroom Kingdom Royal Navy Pilots chimed in on the radios, also announcing their bombing run.

Magikoopa 1-1: Magikoopa 1-1 on site, bombs away!

Magikoopa 1-2: Here we go, look out below!

Explosions rocked the area as the US fighter jets dropped their payload onto the King Salmonoids. Their shrieks drowned out by explosions and jet engines as they collapse onto the ground. Lesser salmon and other salmonoid bosses begin to flee as the fighter jets circled around for another pass.

Falcon 2-1: Falcon 2-1, primary targets are down! Repeat, primary targets are down! Circling around for another pass.

Magikoopa 1-1: Magikoopa 1-1, swinging around, guns guns guns!

Explosions are followed up with autocannon fire as the lesser salmon are bombarded with hundreds of 20mm rounds. Inside the bank, cheers of joy and satisfaction echo throughout.

Falcon 2-1: Falcon 2-1 to Spec-1 Actual and Spec-2 Actual, all tangos have been taken out or fleeing, stay safe guys, out!

Ian: Copy that Falcon 2-1, thanks for the assist!

Violet: Same from me Falcon 2-1, thanks to you as well Magikoopa 2-1 and 2-2!

Magikoopa 2-1: No problem Spec-2 Actual, by the way, we spotted a column of mechanized infantry moving towards you position, I think that's your ticket out of there!

Violet: Thanks again guys!

Magikoopa 2-1: Magikoopa 2-1 heading out. Take care!

As the few soldiers that still have ammo remaining exit the bank to clear the area for evac, the rest celebrate the fact that they're alive. A few seconds pass when their celebration is suddenly interrupted by a sudden shriek from Cait, followed by the sound of a baby crying.