Another World at War

Chapter 4: Massacre on Hawaii

Location: Pearl Harbour, Honolulu, United States of America

Unit: Carrier Strike Group One, United States Third Fleet

Date: April 22nd, 2021 CE

"My fellow Americans," A voice muttered, "Earlier this morning, the US Government announced Marshall law in Washington DC along with several other states for some reason I have been asked not to share. However, I want the American people to know the truth of what happened today," the voice trembled, "In the next few minutes, I worry Washington will be nothing but rubble and I will be but a memory; I did not prepare this speech and I will not hide from the incoming attack. We have received information from the British Government, that they think they've discovered a plot to level several major cities including... Washington DC." The speech suddenly paused, revealing it was no more than a recorded TV broadcast.

"Get this shit off," a horrified voice said, "Why the hell are you watching the doomsday broadcast again?"

A United States Military sailor in a Khaki uniform stood in the doorway observing his friend who was just wearing casual clothes. He was quite a buff man, with slicked-back black hair and blue eyes who went by the name of Kilroy Housten.

"Sorry man," the man in casual clothes said, "Forgot you didn't like history."

Housten snarled at him, "I don't 'not like history', I just dislike that idiot; he got nearly three million people killed because of the lack of information given to the public, Joan."

The man in casual clothes was called Jonah Grain, he was also a sailor onboard the USS Carl Vinson and he and Housten had been childhood friends since as far back as First Grade, "I need to go out into town, anyway, be back soon."

As Grain exited the building he walked through the base lodgings towards his car.

Suddenly he heard the whizzing of jet aircraft as the rippling of a machine gun tore through the air sending shrapnel piercing the air and covering the once pure Hawaiian skies. With that, the building barely forty metres exploded as an unknown plane flew overhead.

"What the hell!" Grain yelled as small shards of steel shrapnel hit him square in the chest. He was sent flying into a car and his vision went dark.

***

As Grain got to his feet, his head whizzed and whirled, like it had been through a washing machine. He grasped his forehead trying to regain control of his unstable body. As he felt around he noticed something steel was sticking out the side of his cheek. He yanked it.

Screaming out in pain he collapsed onto his front, gripping his face, in agonising suffering. Blood trickled down the side of his cheek as he tried to stop it from leaving his batter body, but it was futile. He made the mistake of pulling a piece of shrapnel from his cheek causing a cut to open up and a red substance to burst out like an exploding dam.

His ears stopped ringing, revealing the sound of gunfire and bone-chilling cries from regular people. They were calling for help, calling for the firefight to stop. Who was shooting? Was it a terrorist attack? Or was it them?

The NZA.

Someone suddenly came into Grain's eyeshot, he was carrying a variant of the M16 and what looked to be a smaller pistol on his hip. He was dressed in partial marine woodland camo pattern gear and a small military cap.

Before Grain could react, the marine grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him onto his shoulder. Firing his M16 from his hip, he turned his head and yelled something that Grain couldn't hear before several more marines pushed forwards into the firing lines.