No More Room In Hell

Vancouver, BC, Canada
North of Canada-US border
4 days after Bravo Company's disappearance...

Vancouver wasn’t faring well as the US, let alone the entire world. Vancouver YVR Airport and Boundary Bay Airport was filled with Canadian and American Citizens awaiting their turn to be evacuated North. Quarantine zones and checkpoints were overrun by rioters, undead or a mix of both. Canadian and American forces are in in full retreat as they blow up bridges and flood tunnels in an attempt to stall the undead advance. Any military or civilian personal left within Surrey, Delta or Langley will be left behind.

The 39th Service Battalion of the Canadian Armed Forces posted at Richmond began setting up defensive posts along the Fraser River, as well as planting explosive charges in the George Massey Tunnel. Along side them was The Seaforth Highlanders of Canada, they too participated in setting up defensives.

In New Westminister, The Royal Westminister Regiment and The Rocky Mountain Rangers began their defensive operations at Annacis Island and Pattullo Bridge. A second defensive line was being built more deeper into New Westminister. At the Same time, The 39th Combat Engineer Regiment from Northern Vancouver was moving South to provide order and stability in the region. To support them, The 15th Field Artillery Regiment and The British Columbia Regiment (Armored Recon) were posted in Southern Vancouver.

As reinforcements, 1st Battalion of the 2nd Canadian Mechanized Brigade Group and A and B Squadron of Lord Strathcona’s Horse (Armored) of the 1st Canadian Mechanized Brigade group are currently being flown into Vancouver from Edmonton and Ontario.

One thing was for certain, Canada, isn’t going down without a fight.

Vancouver, YVR Airport

Leopard 2 tanks and LAV III Infantry Fighting Vehicles drove off the ramps of their transport planes. Their tracks and wheels shook the Earth as they drove by in a single column. Onlookers stared in awe as they drove passed the terminals towards the temporary command post.

The reinforcements stopped outside a hanger, infantry began to disembark form the LAVs and form up for their briefing. Around them was chaos, flight crews were prepping CF-18 fighters for their next gun run. They loaded MK 83 bombs and CRV7 rockets to the wings and fuselage. Personal from the intelligence company were running around passing newly updated intel to their superiors.

Lieutenant Colonel Liam Murphy, Callsign "Black Rhino". The active commander of 1st Battalion, hopped off his LAV III checked over his gear. His second in command, Major William Huang joined him soon after. Their men exited their LAVs and began to line up into their companies. The LAV crewmen stayed inside their vehicles. "Glad to have my feet back on the ground sir." Spoke William. "Always hated flying."

"Don't you always?" Replied Liam. "Lets get this briefing over with."

"Lieutenant Colonel Murphy!" Shouted a voice. Both officers shifted their attention to the newcomer. It was Lieutenant Colonel Frank Brown Callsign "Gun Runner". Commander of the Lord Strathcona’s Horse. Beside him was his second in command, Major Ethan Robinson. The both of them walked towards Liam and William.

"Ah! Frank, how are you?" Questioned Liam.

"I'm doing fine Liam, nice of you to ask." Answered Frank. He looked down to check his watch, it read 13:59pm. "Hmm the advisor should be here by now to take us to the briefing."

"Lieutenant Colonel Murphy!" Called a male voice. A Corporal from the intelligence company company came running out the hanger. He stopped just short of Liam and began to catch his breath. "Apologies if I'm late sir, please follow me for the briefing."

"Very well Corporal, lead on."

As the officers followed the Corporal deeper into the hanger the more busy it got. Desks with piles of papers detailing latest reports on the frontline, marker boards with maps that showed recent troop movements. There were even several televisions broadcasting the latest news about the battle. In other words, it was all out hell. They then came to a stop in front of a marker board. "Wait here sir, the Lieutenant General will be here shortly." Requested the Corporal. Everyone nodded.

Before the Corporal left the officers alone a loud booming voice echoed throughout the hanger. "ATTENTION ON DECK!"

At that moment, everyone dropped what they were doing and stood at attention. Their eyes and bodies facing the new powerful voice. Over by one of the side entrances entered Canadian Lieutenant General Gibson and American Lieutenant General Miller. Following behind them were other senior officers and their escort.

"At ease! Carry on." Exclaimed Gibson. Everyone resumed what they were doing. The two Lieutenant Generals approached Liam and the others. Everybody stood at attention and gave a crisp salute. Both Lieutenant Generals returned the gesture.

"Gentlemen it is good to see you here safe and sound." Began Gibson. "But we can converse later, right now we need to focus on the situation at hand." Everyone around him nodded in agreement. He then walked up to the marker board. It was covered with a map, couple images and pieces of papers detailing their mission. "We have received orders from the highest authority, from the Prime Minister and the President themselves." Nearly everyone except for the two high ranking officers went wide eyed. Whatever this operation is, It. Is. Big.

"Sir?" Questioned Frank. "What exactly are we doing?"

"This is a US-Canadian joint operation." Stepped in Miller. "Code named: Red Paladin. Your primary objective is to escort Doctor Linda Croft while she conducts research and experiments near the frontline."

"With all due respect sir. Why do you require a full battalion of Mechanized Infantry and two squadrons of tanks to escort a simple doctor?" Breathed Frank. "Surely a squad from Joint Task Force 2 could get the job done."

"All members from JTF2 are escorting the Prime Minister and other members of importance." Continued Miller.

"What about the the troops on the frontline? They won't last long without reinforcements." Argued Liam. "And the civilians, they won't make it to the evacuation zones without support."

"Gentlemen I understand your frustration, but Doctor Croft's research might be able to develop a vaccine, or a cure. This is a opportunity we cannot miss, that is why we are sending you on an escort mission. You're secondary objective will be covering the evacuating civilians."

"But sir!" Exclaimed Liam.

"Those are your orders men. The future of the human race depends on it. If we fail, then humanity is at a lost." Ordered Miller. "Any questions?"

Everyone was silent at first, the entire human race depended on their success. Major William then spoke up. "Will there be any support sir?"

"I have A-10s on standby to provide CAS, all other assets are either destroyed or focused on other areas of the frontline." Advised Miller. "Anything else?"

"Where is this 'Doctor' sir?" Questioned Frank. Before Gibson and Miller could answer, someone behind them cleared their throat. As they looked behind them their Jaws hit the floor.

"I suppose you boys are looking for me?" Questioned Linda. Linda Croft was a 5'7 brunette around her thirties. She wore a black long sleeve blouse that hugged her upper body. Her slim legs had matching dark blue jeans and attached to it were black military grade knee pads. She wore black combat boots and one of them had a combat knife attached to it. Her right leg had a pistol holster that held a HK USP 45 with a compensator and flashlight attachment. Her left leg held extra mags and a couple flares. Her belt held a first aid kit, a pouch containing needles for blood sampling, a map, a compass and a canteen. A stethoscope hung around her neck, her hair was tied up into a ponytail and her rectangular glasses were placed on the tip of her nose. Which she gladly fixed with her khaki gloved hands. In other words, she was one heck of a beauty for a doctor.

"Well that answers your question." Chuckled Liam, only to receive cold glare from Frank.

"Gentlemen, you know your orders. Protect Doctor Croft at any cost, failure is not an option. Dismissed." Everyone stood up and proceeded to exit the hanger. Operation Red Paladin was a go.

Vancouver, BC
Highway 99, heading South
25 minutes into Operation Red Paladin

LAV IIIs, Leopard 2A4s and 2A6s thundered down Highway 99. Several buildings around them were bombed out and on fire, bodies of dead civilians laid about across the highway. Some bodies bore bullet holes, others bore stab wounds or heavy bruising from blunt force trama. No matter where you looked, there will always be a sight of death.

On the left side of the highway, hundreds of cars were jammed packed. Honking horns and road rage were somehow audible over the roar of the passing tanks and APCs. The police tried their best to conduct traffic but with every passing moment the situation worsened. Riots and civil unrest hampered the ongoing evacuation plan, even worse, civilians are using military grade weapons from overrun checkpoints to conduct some of these actions. Resulting in police and military casualties.

"Black Rhino" this is Command, what is your ETA to target? Over." Crackled the radio.

"Command this is "Black Rhino". ETA to target is 10 minutes, good chance of being delayed due to ongoing rioting. Over." Replied Liam.

"Copy "Black Rhino". Be advised, there is an ongoing riot just 450 meters ahead of you, local law enforcement are doing their best to clear the area. Standby." There was a brief moment of silence before he continued. "Local law enforcement are reporting multiple shots fired from civilians with military weapons. They are requesting immediate assistance."

"Copy that Command, we are on our way. "Black Rhino" out." Liam switched the frequency. "All units, there have been a slight change of plans. Operation Red Paladin is still a go, but they have just given us orders to settle down a riot. Usage of firearms have been authorized."

"Sir! we are approaching the riot now." Notified the LAV driver. Liam poked his head out of the hatch, bullets whizzed over his head as he tried to get a better view through the smoke of a nearby fire. Suddenly the LAV came to a stop, this caused Liam to jerk forward and expose this upper body.

"Jesus Christ! Are you trying to get me killed!?"

"Sorry sir! But there is an officer blocking the road!" Liam squinted his eyes through the smoke. He saw a police officer running towards them waving his arms. He them approached the LAV and began to climb onto it.

"Sergeant Phelps, Vancouver Police Department. Am I glad to see you guys." Panted the officer.

"Lieutenant Colonel Liam Murphy, Commander of 1st Battalion, 2nd CMBG. Whats the situation?" Asked Liam.

"Not well, not well at all. At least 30 maybe even 40 civilians packing some serious heat further up this road." Answered Phelps. "Multiple officers down but we're still holding strong." Liam cursed under his breath, he surveyed the area in front of him with his binoculars. What Liam saw matched the officer's description all to well. Officers and SWAT members were pinned down behind their vehicles by armed civilians. One officer with a C8 Carbine perked his head only to take a rifle round straight into his face. Small chunks and brain matter flew across the road as the officer slumped to the floor.

"Black Rhino" this is "Gun Runner". Whats the hold up? Over" Chimed the radio. "Black Rhino" Do you read? Over."

"Gun Runner" this is "Black Rhino", I read you. Rioting has blocked our route, Command has ordered us to intervene. Usage of weapons have been authorized." Replied Liam. "Requesting direct fire support. Over."

"Copy "Black Rhino", 2 Leopard 2A4s are on route, Callsign Foxtrot 1-1 and 1-2. "Gun Runner" out."

"This is Foxtrot 1-1, awaiting new orders." A Leopard 2A4 drove to a halt on Liam's left.

"Foxtrot 1-2 ready for tasking." Another Leopard 2A4 came to a stop on his right.

"Foxtrot 1-1 and 1-2, your mission is to provide direct fire support for local law enforcement. Sergeant Phelps will provide details." Liam nodded to Phelps. "Hop onto Foxtrot 1-1, they'll help you out."

"Thank you sir! I don't know--."

Plk!

A round struck into Phelps's left shoulder, causing him to stumble. But before he could regain his footing, another 2 rounds struck him.

Plk! Tink!

The second round hit Phelps in the right shoulder and damaging a major artery. Blood gushed out his wound and partially sprayed over Liam. The third and final round hit Phelps straight on his head, it penetrated his riot helmet causing it to fly off covered in blood and brain matter. His lifeless body fell off the LAV and fell to the ground with a splat.

"Jesus Christ! Phelps!" Shouted Liam as he saw the officer fall to the ground. "Phelps is down! Foxtrot 1-1, 1-2 advance and eliminate hostile targets."

"Copy that, advancing." Answered Foxtrot 1-1. Both Leopard tanks began to advance into firing positions. Liam sunk into his seat and closed the hatch. It was going to get loud.

Both Leopard tanks stopped just short of the police officers. They were hiding behind their torn up police cruisers, Foxtrot 1-1's Commander opened his hatch and got the attention of one officer.

"Hey! Got a megaphone?" Shouted 1-1's Commander.

The cop replied. "Yeah! Here." He threw the megaphone up to the tank Commander. "Give em hell!"

1-1's Commander turned on the megaphone and increased to full volume. "Hello there!" Everyone on both ends stopped shooting. "This is the Canadian Armed Forces, please throw down your weapons and raise your hands above your heads."

There was a moment of silence before another voice piped up. "Go to hell ya bloody moose fucker! This is our town now!" A figure stood on top of a wrecked car waving his fist in the air while wielding an assault rifle.

The tank Commander sighed. "This is your last warning, drop your weapons and surrender! There is no need for more bloodshed."

"Oh shut up you syrup loving bastards! Can't you see we're doing the world a favor? Killing off the weak, and making room for the fittest! The world is sick, and we are her doctors."

The Commander chuckled. "Yeah... We'll see about that." The figure lifted his rifle and fired a shot at the tank Commander. The round scored a direct hit on the megaphone, instantly destroying it. "Well it seems like they wanna fight. Great." The Commander threw the megaphone away and secured the hatch above him. Bullets began to ricochet off the Leopard's turret and hull. "Loader, load HEAT. Gunner, adjust 20 degrees left, target hostiles behind that black SUV. Driver, advance 25 meters and hold.

"Round up!" Shouted the loader as the cannon breach was secured.

"Targets acquired!" Came the gunner as he fixed his sights on the SUV.

The tank then came to a sudden halt. "In position sir!"

Before the Commander gave the order to fire, the gunner spotted a figure beside the SUV. "What is that... OH SHIT! RPG!"
A rocket soared through the air and impacted directly into a police cruiser. The cruiser exploded in flames and was launched into the air. Shrapnel from the explosion flew in all directions killing and injuring nearby officers. The airborne cruiser crashed into the Earth crushing several officers, their blood was sprayed all over their fellow colleagues.

"Christ! That was not a RPG!" Shouted the driver. "Must have been a Javelin or something!" A news chopper flew overhead capturing the action, it's searchlight shined brightly onto the rioters effectively blinding them. A second figure appeared with another rocket launcher and tracked the helicopter. He then fired, the rocket sped its way up to the helicopter. The pilot immediately reacted by banking left, the rocket narrowly missed the main body but detonated on the tail. The helicopter began to spin out of control while trailing thick smoke from the damaged tail. The pilot tried desperately to regain control but to no avail. The helicopter then collided into a nearby office building causing a massive fireball, shrapnel from the fireball flew over the highway embedding themselves into the officers. A flaming helicopter blade that was a few meters long flew across the highway cutting a police officer in half.

"Gunner, FIRE!" Shouted the Commander.

"On the way!" The gunner slammed onto the trigger.

POW

The 120mm smooth bore cannon fired, the HEAT round flew through the air at incredible speeds before landing directly into the SUV.

KA-BOOM

The HEAT round detonated on impact and sent burning shrapnel and flames into its forward trajectory incinerating the rioters who were unfortunately behind it. The shear force of the explosion launched the SUV a couple feet on its side. Foxtrot 1-2 fired their cannon and it had the same effect on their target. Then there was silence, apart from the screams of the wounded and the burning flames.

The remaining officers got out of their cover thinking the shootout was over, oh how they were wrong. A barrage of oncoming bullets tore through the exposed officers. Limbs were torn off and blood was sprayed all over the road as officers fell to the floor lifeless. A commandeered Humvee drove out of the smoke firing on the move. It's M2 Browning pounded the tanks but only left scratches.

"Gunner, hit that fucker with the coax." The gunner complied and began to unload 7.62 rounds from the coaxial C6 into the Humvee. Now under fire, the Humvee swerved to the right and smashed into a car. Foxtrot 1-2 fired their cannon and scored a direct hit, the Humvee exploded into flames as the fuel was ignited.

"Black Rhino" this is Foxtrot 1-2, area secure, all hostiles eliminated." Reported Foxtrot 1-2.

"Copy Foxtrot 1-2, regroup with the convoy and move out. "Black Rhino" out. Replied Liam over the radio. Both Leopard tanks began to move back into position. Once they were back in position the convoy moved out. This was gonna be a long day.

Canterlot, Equestria
Several days after the train station incident.

Ever since the incident at the train station, the Marines were on the front page of every newspaper and magazine. Jenkins himself was reading the newspaper. Its cover showed First Sergeant Butterfield punching a grey unicorn stallion in the face. Another newspaper showed Jenkins dragging Lyra back to the others while firing his M4 with one hand.

Jenkins sat in a foldable chair with his legs crossed over on the table. He was in his MARPAT Battle Dress Uniform, he sipped on a cup of coffee. Captain Urbani then entered the command tent. "Hey there Jenkins, what you reading there?" Questioned Urbani as he filled a cup of coffee.

"Oh hey Urbani. Just reading an article about us." Replied Jenkins.

"Really? What's it say?"

"Read it yourself." Jenkins threw the newspaper over the table and gently came to a halt. Urbani picked it up and began to read the title out loud.

"Alien Invasion!?' Seriously? What the fuck." Commented Urbani.

"Just read it."

"Fine." Urbani began to read out loud. "Citizens of Canterlot were sent into disarray as giant metal birds flew through the air at high speeds. These metal birds blew high winds from their feathers which caused a mess across several streets. The panic stricken citizens ran to the castle for answers, only to be blocked by the massive gates and surrounding guards." Urbani paused to catch his breath and continued. "Hours later the gates finally opened but before they could step a hoof into the complex, they were met with a stampede of masked camouflaged individuals."

Urbani tried to continue but gave up soon after. "Ah fuck this, just tell me in your own words, what did they say?"

"So you want the simplified version?" Joked Jenkins.

"Fuck you. Just tell me."

"Well after the 'stampede', they began to follow us. They saw us positioning inside the train station and some tried to get in. Thanks to Butterfield and his usage of force they stayed out. Once the train arrived and the gunfire erupted they thought we were executing survivors. Thankfully Princess Celestia soon after cleared up the situation."

"Alright, so what do they think of us now?"

"Well... Most of them are scared of us, some hate our guts, and a few like us."

"Doesn't sound that bad."

"What doesn't sound so bad?" Jumped in Celestia. Jenkins and Urbani scrambled to their feet and stood at attention. "At ease." Jenkins and Urbani relaxed their posture.

"Hello Princess, how are you?" Smiled Urbani.

'I'm doing fine Captain, thank you for asking." Replied Celestia. Urbani nodded.

"So what can we do for you Ma'am?" Questioned Jenkins.

"I understand that the public doesn't fully understand let alone appreciate your presence in Canterlot." Began Celestia. "Many are fearful of you and your men, mostly likely from your actions at the train station."

"Well, what do you propose we don Ma'am? Captain Urbani and I are blank on ideas."

"There will be a banquet held tomorrow and I have invited you two to come along to clarify you intentions."

"A banquet you say? Haven't been to one for a long time."

"Hopefully this one wouldn't be as different as the ones you experienced." Celestia held out two tickets. "These are you're tickets for entry. See you two tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow Ma'am." Celestia then teleported out the tent. "This is gonna be so much fun!"

"I sense sarcasm in that comment." Joked Urbani.

"I was being sarcastic you fucking idiot!" Retorted Jenkins before punching Urbani in the arm.

"Alright alright! I get it, Jesus!" Laughed Urbani. "If we're going to a banquet should't we get some suits?"

"Dude. Fuck that, we don't have time to get a suit. Just wear all our gear, show them we mean business."

"Fine by me, always hated suits anyway."

"Tell me about it."

Canterlot outskirts

The sun shined over the forest that lay between Ponyville and Canterlot, the wind blew through the trees gently. All seemed at peace, from up above at least. Down bellow where the sunlight was blocked out from the branches and leaves, was the undead horde from Ponyville, though slightly smaller in size thanks to the Marines. Their cries for flesh echoed through the forest, it has taken days for them to have traveled this far, one more should get them to the gates of Canterlot. One more till they will have their feast.