Crossroads himself stood alone on the wrecked airbase, M1911 in-hand. Blood was on his clothes and gaunt face covered with soot. He walked away from one of the hangars as they collapsed, burying the dead Spetznaz task force in a tomb of metal. No Opfor would be taking his airfield. Suddenly there was some sort of aura in the air, he lifted his nose into the air and sniffed.
He smelled an intrusion.
Then he saw it, dead ahead on the opposite side of the runway, a bright flash he stared into unaffected. It was Echo One, and they had some sort of horse with them. They had left their post and brought pets onto the base, unacceptable!
He brought his radio up to his mouth. "Echo One Actual, report!"
There was another flash after a few moments, Echo and the horse were gone.
Crossroads shot his hands into the air and screamed. "They're getting a damned sequel?"