First time writing an omake. Hopefully, it's up to par:
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FOB #2 has been in a constant state of hectic orders in Operation Outer Haven. With its position in the North Pacific, it has a geological advantage of distance to the Asian nations.
One such effort is delivering essentials to the affected nations, including medical supplies, nonperishable food, radios, and batteries to make a person able to be self-sufficient.
"How many left after this?!" A soldier shouts as she pushes a packaged crate.
"This is the last one!" her fellow soldier shouted, this time a man pushing along with her into the plane's lower deck. Once the crate is in place, another masked man begins to secure it as the duo leaves the plane once their task is done to clear the plane.
"ATC, this is Rooster-3. Cargo is secured, and ready for departure. Over."
"Rooster-3, this is ATC. You are clear for departure to Japan. Over."
"Rooster-3 copies. Out."
The plant starts its departure by slowly moving on the runway, accelerates, and then files off into the skies toward its destination. The man begins to use his radio.
"CP, this is Zulu 5 and 9." He starts. "Supplies are now embarking, over." He announces it on the channel. A moment of silence passes by. "Zulu 5 and 9, this is CP. Return to your stations and standby. Over."
"Copy. Out." Rose Monkey ends the transmission before letting out a sigh, his partner in a similar condition. As they made their way back under the evening sky, the sounds of the ocean were the only thing they could hear. Reaching an APE, they take the driver and the front passenger seat, the man taking the wheel and starting it up to drive back to the Command Platform.
"…We are in some deep shit." She eventually breaks the silence. "Agreed." He briefly responds with a more tired tone; his Chinese accent slipping out as he focuses on the road.
As much help as it is, Chen starts to wonder if his former country was preparing to strike after America and Russia decided to take each other. He says nothing as he turns the wheel slightly, trying not to dwell on how many were either dead or wounded by the ICBMs. The only thing left to do once they reach their destination is to sleep for the night and then wait for further orders. He could use a damn break.