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Hunter's Moon: Leave No Stone Unturned

Warlord and the other humans could only watch at the IR screen in horror. Their much-vaunted high-speed rescue was blunted by a determined Lycan counter-attack. Most of the lead vehicles of the 1st Armored were already ablaze, their crews dismounting and fighting on as regular infantry. By the looks of it, there would not be a 1st Armored if nothing would be done to assist. Warlord could not call on the aircraft in the area to assist. They had gone rogue and initiated the attack on the tankers. Nor could he call on General Fox, who had already been killed in the first attack. Just as he was about to reach for the red button and authorize SAC to bomb the place to hell and gone, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.

"Now, do you see what your recklessness has cost you? Now, does your species realize that we never meant any harm?" the owner of the voice continued.

"You started this. We WILL finish this" General Abrams replied stoically.

A clawed hand pulled the human general's head to the side. Abrams then saw that he was face to muzzle with one of the Lycans. The other humans in the room appeared to not notice the predicament of their commanding officer. As both figures stared into each other's eyes, an idea flashed into the human's mind. What if they could work together to stem the flow of terrorists seeking to cause havoc in the West and her allies?

At such a ridiculous idea, the Lycan gave a barking laugh. Abrams felt a cold chill go up his spine. It was then the Lycan spoke, "Do you think we will fall for such a mundane idea? You think only of yourselves. We think in how it will be good for all. I should kill you for making such a statement" raising his other claw as if to strike.

General Abrams closed his eyes in resignation and waited for the fatal blow. It never came.

"What an amusing specimen you are" the Lycan chuckled.

The general opened his eyes and saw that the Lycan had vanished. His left hand felt heavy. Though when he looked at his hand, he almost fell over from shock; in his palm was a still-beating human heart.

A question in the general's mind kept repeating itself: Just whose heart was this?

In his shock, he did not notice that the Lycan crept up behind him and pushed the button for DEFCON 3. Giving a dark chuckle, the Lycan disappeared back into the shadows as alarms sounded throughout the Pentagon.

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1930 hours CST

Schneider Air Force Base (or what's left of it)

Base Infirmary

2nd Infantry Regiment, 1st Armored Cavalry

"C" Company

1st Lieutenant James "Hick" Wesson

"You men, brace those doors. Can't have those animals getting through!" I ordered two of my battered squads. With supreme hesitation, they wired the doors with enough high explosive to knock out an Abrams tank. With that done, we set up an impromptu defense. Times like this, I really wish big brother was here to help me.

A smashed window on my left told me that someone was breaking through. I raised my rifle and let loose with two lethal (or so I thought) shots that should have felled a normal man. Imagine my surprise when the figure yelped in pain and demanded to know why I shot him!

The figure I identified as hostile showed his tags from around his neck. When I read them, they identified the wolf-man as Lieutenant Samuel "Razor" Park. He removed a woman from his neck and I had a positive ID on Sgt. Mail. Only then did it dawn on me that interspersed with the enemy were friendly troops. I tried not to think about it as I organized a line of defense.

"Get those barricades up. We'll fight to the last man if we have to!" I yelled out as some of the men lost heart.

"Sir, if I may?" the wolf, known as Razor, volunteered.

"What is it?" I answered, a bit too gruff.

"The men do not trust me because of what I look like. Perhaps if I assumed a human form?" he continued.

"Very well. As long as you don't give us the jitters, that's okay with me" I replied, my attention drifting towards the mob of Lycans throwing themselves against the barricaded door.

"Thank you" Razor answered as he began to shift back into a man. Clawed hands and feet slowly returned to their fleshy, pink forms. The fur on his body retreated, revealing porcelain skin. The muzzle delineated once more into its human equivalent. Sharp canine teeth became round and flat. The process continued until a half-naked muscular man stood before Hick.

"That's some party trick" another member of the cut-off company whistled, admiring the transformation.

"You should see what happens when I'm horny" Razor replied, wagging his eyebrows at the soldier. The soldier blushed and looked downwards.

I just shook my head at their rather childish antics. "Can you hold a rifle? We're a few men short" I asked him, keeping his head in the game.

"Sure. I can hold anything you give me" he replied.

Goddamn, there were those wagging eyebrows again!, I thought.

I reached down and picked up an AA-12 automatic shotgun from our meager cache. The pilot, Razor, checked it out carefully; even going as far as fixing the screw on the holographic sight before deeming the weapon satisfactory.

"Sir, we have to make it to the primary LZ. Warlord has authorized a gaggle of V-22s to bring us all home" the company radioman shouted, making himself heard over the noise.

I got to my feet and started issuing orders. I was sure our situation would get worse before it got better.

Elsewhere...

The beleaguered troops fought on against overwhelming odds. Their determination to keep the line of supply and evacuation open was matched by the ferocity of the Lycan attacks trying to seal the base shut. There were many losses on both sides, more so on the Lycans. They kept pressing their attacks even when there was only a slim chance of victory.

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Hangar 4

Triage Area

Captain A.A.C.I. Dalton

CO, Hammer 01

The explosion from the door had knocked me off the makeshift gurney. As I lay on my right side, the Lycans rushed past me and started slicing their way through my men. Struggle though I might, I could not even get this godforsaken strap to come loose!

Panting from the exertion, I managed to finger the knife strapped to left pant leg. If only I could get it out of its sheath.

THERE! I thought, as I got my hand around it and pulled slowly. With the knife out, I started cutting myself free from the suffocating harness.

"Need a hand, human?" a Lycan voice spoke up behind me. My heart skipped a beat. It skipped another one when he tore the leather straps as if they were paper.

As I rolled on the floor trying to get away, I felt my back touch something.

It was another Lycan. And there was a cold sweat that came over me as I did not relish myself as his bitch. I silently said my goodbyes to my loved ones as I awaited the blow that never came.

Until he spoke to me, "Captain Dalton, Anubis requires your services. How do you reply?"

"I WILL NEVER EVER..." I started to tell him.

"Go on. This is interesting" the Lycan replied, placing his clawed foot on my chest making it hard for me to breathe.

"... turn against Anubis" I finished, feeling puffed up with pride. Wait, why did I just proclaim my allegiance to that sonofabitch? Aacid thought to himself.

Because I made you. Anubis replied, the jackal demi-god appearing out of thin air.

For once in my entire career as a Special Ops soldier, I wanted another male badly. My cock started to rise and form a small tent in my combat fatigues. The way Anubis looked at me was simply arousing.

Just relax. You'll get some nice jackal meat in you when you're ready. Anubis informed Cid.

"Aw, I want you so bad" I replied, my rational mind seemingly being pushed back. Part of me wanted to stop resisting and just let the jackal have his way with me. The other part was trying, and failing, to resist the sexual overtures that the jackal was advertising. As the feral part of me rose, the rational part was slowly being walled in by Lycan camaraderie.

Cid started to pant as his cock needed release from its cloth confines. If anything, the cock seemed to get thicker and longer. Cid could feel his teeth get sharper until they were like knives in his mouth. Still panting, the ex-soldier's face started to pull out and form a muzzle. Fine hairs covered his face and neck, creeping downwards. His barrel chest got even more muscled as it started to cause tears in his uniform. Cid closed his human eyes for the last time. His clawed hands each took a piece of his shirt and rent it right down the center, exposing the white fur sprouting there.

While all this was happening, Anubis was watching with amusement. The demi-god was stroking his canine penis as he witnessed the transformation. When a bead of pre formed at his tip, the half-god squeezed his cock tip and milked the pre onto his finger.

I didn't think this soldier would yield so easily. Humans are like putty in my hands. Their minds are weak and easily persuaded to follow MY command. Anubis thought happily to himself, licking the pre from his finger.

Commander Dalton's breath was coming out in ragged pants. He was more or less coherent as he drooled onto the concrete floor. The changing human's cock had burst his trousers not too long ago, letting his canine meat with the swollen base out into the desert air. With every breath, Dalton was changing into the very being he had been ordered to hunt. A Lycan.

Sir, the humans at the barracks are putting up stiff resistance. We cannot break through without incurring more casualties than we can ever hope to replace. Some of our brothers _are refusing to side with us as well and are slicing their way through us. _ Frost reported by mental link.

I'll just finish up here at their triage area and I'll knock those humans and traitors into the next millennia. Anubis giggled, madness shining in his amber eyes.

With Dalton's transformation nearing its climax, the jackal demi-god licked his cock and positioned it at the human's anal ring. Suddenly, and without warning, he thrust his massive cock inside the soldier's ass making the almost-Lycan cry out. Once more giving everyone that crazy grin of his, he started to push more of his monstrous penis into the soldier's bowels.

"Oh..." was all Cid could say as the monster pushed deeper into his bowels. A burst of pre erupted from his canid cock, wetting the white fur on his chest and belly. Cid's climax was close, he could feel it!

With a final thrust skyward, the Lycan let loose with a roar. His cum rocketed a foot into the air before it came down and landed in his open muzzle with a splat. Happily, he ingested his own cum and just lay there with a very content look on his face..

Anubis pulled his spent cock out of Cid's dripping ass. Grinning as well, the jackal demigod flexed his shoulders and padded towards the rest of the prisoners. With his still dripping cock, he asked "Who's next?"

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43rd Air Combat Wing

La Mout AFB, Texas

Col. William Shaeffer

Commandant

Callsign: November Foxtrot

"This is Dragon. We need air support for the ground troops pinned down on Schneider. Repeat, need birds on station ASAP" the radio barked in the operations center.

"Confirm emergency Dragon" the operator coolly replied.

"Emergency. Confirm. Where are the birds?" Dragon replied.

The radio operator pursed his lips as he thought of a reply. "Birds will be on station after I get clearance", he finally said.

"That's a load of bullshit! We have priority!" Dragon replied.

At that, the operator looked at Colonel Shaeffer. The young NCO was torn between replying and handing the receiver to his commandant. Noticing the predicament the young soldier was in, the colonel took over the station and sent the radio officer somewhere else.

"This is November Foxtrot. Who am I speaking to?" the colonel spoke into the headset.

"Dragon flight. I am on station 35,000 feet over the battlefield. Where are those birds? We're taking heavy casualties on the ground!"

Taking a deep breath, the colonel gave his answer "Slow down. How many units are in the base at the moment?"

"Are you hearing impaired? We have three brigades already bogged down in fighting and you want ME to tell you how much we have there?!!!" the operator answered, fury clogging his ability to think straight.

"Calm down. We need information and the fighters will be there in two shakes of a cottonmouth's tail" the colonel answered.

"HOLY SHIT! WE JUST GOT.... (static)..."

"Dragon, do you copy. Dragon, come in"

"Ramses flight on station. Sir, the AWACS broke apart in mid-air. Some kind of blue flash and it broke up and burned" Ramses Gordon called in.

"Jesus Christ, what are we dealing with here" the radio operator said out loud.

"How about a sex-crazed demigod who shows no remorse towards those who wish to harm the pack?" a deep voice spoke behind the colonel.

Colonel Shaeffer half-turned before a clawed hand gripped his head, and made him face the owner of the voice. What he saw made him stare.

Standing before him was the former Air Force pilot known as Nex. The white winged wolf had gone silent for a long time and no one knew where he had vanished to. Not that the colonel knew all that, all he was thinking was, 'How do I get out of here?'

Chuckling, Nex looked the human squarely in the face. "I mean no harm" he said, raising his hands level with his muzzle. "I just need to send a secure broadcast to my superiors in Rammstein"

The colonel and the staff backed away from the consoles as the winged wolf sat down on one of the chairs and stretched his arms. Turning the console around so that it faced the humans, he began to type. When he was finished, the winged wolf saluted the stunned colonel and vanished.

"What the hell was that all about?" Colonel Shaeffer breathed out, not realizing he had held his breath for so long.

"Sir, he was telling the truth" the radio operator said, checking the console.

The console read: In the event that Anubis attacks the troops attempting a rescue, I will duel with him and hopefully force a solution. If I fail to do my duty, you are authorized to launch a Minuteman at the base. It is the only way we can succeed at extinguishing the flames of rebellion. I send you this with a heavy heart, because he IS my alpha. As a fail-safe, when my heart stops beating, the missile will launch within 24 hours. Pull back whatever troops you can out of the blast radius. Signed, Captain Neil Edward "Nex" Canis: USAF

"Oh shit! They won't like this one" the radio operator muttered under his breath.

"No kidding. Though, we should have shifted into our normal forms" the colonel replied, long canine teeth showing out of his feline muzzle. Almost all the others had shifted into their Lycan personas.

"With all due respect, sir, I don't have another form. I'm human, through and through" the radio operator replied.

"Jonesy, I can't force you. But, you may want to double-time it back to your quarters. This room is going to get very sticky, smelly and musky in a few minutes" the commandant answered back, stroking his barbed cock. The khaki officer's pants lay on the metal floor.

"Yes, sir!" Jonesy replied. And then he took off for his quarters without looking back.

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Hurtgen, Iowa

Minuteman Silo #6

United States Air Force

Captain Kyle Shepherd

"Yes, sir. I understand. No sir, no one has come here yet" Captain Shepherd spoke into the hard line connecting the missile silo and the Pentagon.

"I want to make myself perfectly clear captain. If we are unable to rescue our cut-off troops in the battered base, I want you to open the silo door and launch one of the ICBMs" the voice on the other end brooked no argument.

"Fall point for first MIRV?" the captain replied nonchalantly, scribbling the coordinates for the missile to track.

"Bring it down on top of the communications center" the voice on the other end replied.

The captain stopped scribbling for a moment. "Sir," he spoke into the mouthpiece, "if I do that, the base will turn into glass and the radiation will spread for miles"

"Then we better hope that we get our troops out before the nuke hits. Am I clear, captain?"

"Sir, with all due respect, I cannot launch a missile without confirmation that our troops are clear of the blast radius. Even then, I won't turn these keys. You better find someone else to drop a nuke because I am NOT DOING IT. SIR!" the captain replied, his voice steadily rising until he was almost shouting into the handset. Without waiting for the general on the other end to reply, he banged the receiver down.

"Bit harsh to do that" a voice came from the open doorway. Kyle looked up and met the deep blue eyes of a certain winged wolf.

"I was wondering when you would pay me a visit. I haven't heard from my dad yet" Kyle asked Nex, including a passing remark about his missing father.

Nex only winked at the human officer. The winged wolf was in need of some relief from his duties and he could not find a decent place to do it without setting off alarms of every sort. The silo was the only place that he thought he could find some privacy. He thought that the place was deserted.

Kyle shook his head at the handsome wolf. There were times that he really doubted that Nex was still sane. Right now, Nex looked both tired and refreshed. And judging from the bulge in the winged wolf's pants, heavily aroused.

"I missed you" Kyle said, launching himself at Nex and expecting to be caught in mid-air. Sadly, Nex did not want to play the game and Kyle landed on the floor instead.

"You could have at least tried to catch me" Kyle pouted from his position on the carpeted floor.

"I have more important things to do. What was the code for the safe again?" Nex answered, pondering on how to open the wall-mounted safe where the missile keys were stored.

"It's Delta 6-2-1...hey, what did you do that for?" Kyle replied, never finishing the code as he watched Nex rip the entire safe out of the wall and break the lock as if it was made of paper.

"I need my weapons and the missile key for a launch" Nex replied, pulling out a tiny golden sword. Before the stunned human officer's eyes, the sword grew in the palm of the winged wolf until he could wrap his clawed hand around it.

"How did you...?" Kyle breathed out, still not believing what he was seeing.

"I wish I could tell you, but I have a war to end. I hope" Nex said cryptically before he vanished into thin air. Kyle's had moved to give the Lycan a last goodbye hug. His hand missed and all he got was a puff of smoke.

"Good luck then. Wherever you are" Kyle replied.

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21.30 hours CST

Control Tower

Runway 44 Left

Schneider AFB

Brigadier General Stephen "Sage" Sawyer

"Go ahead Panther, Sage speaking" Sage talked into the headset. How he woke up in the control tower he had no idea. Though there was inkling in the back of his mind of who placed him there, probably White or Dale. The memory of White staving off a platoon of Lycans sent a crushing pain through Sage's chest. He hoped against hope that his best friend was still alive.

"Sage, glad to hear you're not Lycan. Listen, we need to get all non-infected personnel out of there. We got a squadron of B-2 Spirits about to bomb the place to hell and gone" Panther informed the now shocked base commander.

"Sir, what about the rescue teams? The armored columns? Are they going to be left behind just like that?" Sage shot back, worry in his voice.

"We are going to cut our losses. Whoever is still human, bring them along. We are starved here for intelligence" Panther replied, the tone brooking no argument.

"Yes, sir. Sage out" General Sawyer answered with a sinking feeling. Swallowing back the rising bile in his throat, he broadcast on the base's loudspeakers the retreat.

"ALL PERSONNEL! WE ARE RETREATING. GET ANYTHING THAT RUNS AND MAKE HASTE" he broadcast at full volume, the sound reverberating above the battle and temporarily deafening some Lycans who were near a few of the speakers.

With that done, he checked the recorder had picked up his message. Seeing that it had, he left the broadcast on a loop. He saw the battle get closer to his position and bugged out.

Directly beside the tower was a still-intact AH-1Z Cobra attack helicopter. The main rotor blades began to turn as a human pilot had already decided to take the chopper out of there. Sage saw an opportunity and sprinted under the briskly rotating rotor blades. Before the pilot pulled back on the stick, Sage opened the gunner's canopy and slid in.

"GO!" Sage yelled at the pilot, who nodded his helmet as they both took off and headed due east. The rotor wash kicked up a massive dust cloud that diverted the attention of a large group of Lycans. These dropped to all fours as they raced to catch the escaping helicopter.

They did not catch it. As one of the lead Lycans almost reached the port pylon, a shot dislodged his arm. Yelping in pain, this Lycan stumbled and collided with another of his packbrothers; taking him down as well.

From a hovering UH-60J Blackhawk, a sniper whispered "Not today, foxy" as he chambered another round into the breech of the gun and pulled a bead on another target.

"This is Sage. I'm clear of the base" Sage called out to Panther, a little out of breath from the adrenaline flowing through him.

"Sir," the pilot interrupted Sage via the intercom, "can you work the gun? I got a patch from Oracle that we have to provide covering fire for our trapped Rangers"

"You got it soldier. Weapons are armed" Sage replied, flicking off the safeties of the 25mm Bushmaster cannon and the Hydra rocket pods. The AGM-118 Hellfire missiles had yet to be attached and lay on the base tarmac.

"Okay, doing a flyby" the pilot responded, bringing the bird towards the half-demolished cafeteria.

"Hammer, this is Warbird. Give us targets and we will get you out of that jam" the pilot informed the pinned platoon.

"Targets to our north. Weapons free. No friendlies in sight"

"Engaging" Sage muttered, as he swung the 25mm towards the giant group. The cannon let loose with a ball, tracer and high-explosive mix.

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21.55 hours CST

Hammers 01, 02 & Anvil team

Major Carl Hessler

German military attaché

"Gott im Himmel! This shellfire is getting too close for comfort" he announced to no one in particular.

"Well, if you did not stop for some bratwurst, we could have been on board some of the APCs by now!" another soldier answered back, rank notwithstanding.

"Well, we can still make it. That helicopter is providing some zemblance of cover fire. He's also drawing away the Lycans. We make a break when an opening occurs" the major shot back, shouting to make himself heard over the screams of the wounded.

"Anyone seen Lord Baskerville? We have to bring him home to his family. The royals won't like that they lost another heir!" a British serviceman attached to Anvil inquired.

"He took their side. THE BASTARD TOOK THEIR SIDE!" a soldier yelled back, reloading the last box of 5.56 mm ammunition for his M249 SAW. The barrel was already red-hot from continuous fire and had yet to cool down in the desert air.

Suddenly, the Lycan mass attacking the soldiers shifted their attention towards the circling gunship.

"GO GO GO! We won't get another chance like this" Hessler ordered the troops. As one homogenous whole, the fifteen personnel dashed forward. Major Hessler stopped at a M2 Bradley and sat in the driver's seat. The British soldier went into the other chair as the IFV filled up with troops.

"Shut that hatch!" someone yelled, as the back door closed behind them.

"Sir, you know how to drive this?" the Brit looked at his German counterpart with some degree of worry.

"Ja, it's like the Marder. What is it these Amerikaner say? Oh yes, HOLD ON TO YOUR LUNCHES!" he said, gunning the engine as the tracked carrier moved swiftly to rejoin the retreating human forces. As they passed the base entrance, they had to ignore the screams and cries of the other resisting humans. He would not stop until they were all safe. To even stop now would be suicide. In more ways than one.

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"That's it, we got their attention! Let's lead them away" Sage yelled to his pilot.

"Too right sir. Hang on" the pilot answered, his accent giving him away as a Briton. He redlined the engine as they rose higher into the night sky. When both men glanced down, they were quite high up. The base had shrunk to the size of a 4" x 5" rectangle with fires here and there. The altimeter read 5,000 feet.

"Guess we're safe up here. What do you think sir?" the Brit asked his gunner/passenger.

"I think you should talk less and get us to Fort Cherokee. I have to reach a hardline and fast" Sage replied, already halfway lost in his thoughts.

"Okay. Going to Navpoint 2 now. We'll get there in 50 mikes" the pilot replied. As an afterthought, he turned off the strobes on their belly and above the engine mount. No use escaping if you're just going to light the way.

It turned out to be a good decision.

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22.30 CST

August 5, 2016

Schneider AFB

Colonel Raymond "White/Blanc" Foley

I woke up somewhere dark, which is surprising as I can see quite well in low-light scenarios. The only conclusion I can come up with is that I am blindfolded to prevent me seeing where I am. I hope against hope that Sage made it out of this madhouse. He has information that can help turn the tide of war against Anubis.

Anubis. I chuckled darkly to myself. He was supposed to bring order to the two factions, not unite them under the banner of human occupation. I stretched my arms. And I gasped. If my arms were not tied... I reached for the blindfold over my eyes and pulled it down.

The vision that greeted me almost made me replace the blindfold. Almost.

Around my 'prison', there were bodies of both Lycan and human. The human corpses were surrounded by spent shell casings and the like. The Lycan corpses were riddled with shrapnel and bullets. I knelt beside one of them, the walls of my prison having been wrecked, and noticed the diameter of the holes. I knew of one weapon that left that distinct mark, the 25mm cannon on either the Cobra or Apache gunships.

"Well, well, look who we have here" a cold voice startled me out of my observations.

I did not have to turn to know who the voice belonged to. I had a bad feeling that I was being scrutinized. Again...

"So this is the thanks I get for leaving you to take care of Sage? You willingly go against me and send your mate into danger? This is rich. I should have let Jason kill you back in Woodridge's office" Canid growled out, not happy with what happened.

"Well, you went rogue. I lost a good friend today and you go all preachy on me. Whatever happened to the almost son Sage and I had?" I replied, biting my tongue before I said something stupid.

"Looks like he grew up under someone else's wing" Canid replied, raising his claw to strike.

At just that moment, one of the human stragglers lobbed a flashbang at the Lycan pair. White had seen the motion and dived for cover. Canid had the flashbang go off right between his legs, scorching the fur on his inner thigh. With Canid disorientated, White tackled the Lycan and started in on a flurry of attacks. To the elder Lycan's horror, the wounds he was inflicting on Canid kept closing. Suddenly, he was thrown off Canid's chest and landed a good three feet away.

Canid merely dusted himself off and spoke the fatal words, "My turrrnnn".

White already knew resistance was futile, yet he relished the challenge. With his claws at the ready, White roared once and lunged at the canine.

Canid caught White mid-lunge and slammed his canine paws into his nape. As White had his vision cut momentarily by the blow to the back of his neck, the human stragglers who had lobbed the projectile opened fire with everything they had. Canid cut them down mercilessly and remorselessly.

White opened his eyes once more with Canid's hand beneath his muzzle. The younger Lycan seemed to be caught up in his bloodlust as his amber eyes were a glassy black. Canid licked White's muzzle before he thrust his claw into his former packmate's chest and tore out his beating heart. For a few seconds of consciousness, White saw Canid rip his heart and eat it.

Closing his eyes for the last time, Commander Foley died at 22.45 CST. He had been with the task force for almost a year, being one month short.

"Another bishop is down. The rooks are still in play" Canid spoke to no-one as bombs started to scream onto the base.