Falcon stood in the center of the garage, surrounded by tables and rolling bulletin boards. The only area with enough space to accommodate their towering Autobot allies, the members of the Joe team assembled to discuss the upcoming attack. The dim light of late evening filtered through cracks in the covered windows, casting a familiar yellow glow over the space.
"Let's go over the plan one last time," his voice steady. Falcon casts a solemn glance at the group. He would never admit it, but sadness fills him. He knows this may be the last time he sees them all alive.
“Our primary objective is to draw out their heavy armor," he continued, gesturing to a large, hand-drawn map spread across the table in front of them, cluttered with photos and notes. His finger traced over the planned route. "Bumble Bee and Throttle will launch an attack on the main gates here,” he pointed at an area marked with a green X, "Simultaneously, Beachcomber and Drifter will hit the side gate. We know Cobra has at least 25 HISS Tanks stationed in New Springfield. If we can draw out as many as possible and neutralize them here." He points to an area on the map marked in red, "We'll significantly increase our chances of success. This location is strategic, as it puts the main battle outside the effective range of the HISS weaponry.”
"It's not just the HISS Tanks we're dealing with; Cobra has far larger troop numbers and a massive stockpile of ammunition and weaponry," Falcon looks up to nodding heads. “We don't have exact troop numbers, but we're vastly outnumbered, at least 30 to one, if not more."
"Additionally, we know they have at least one Decepticon fighting alongside them. We've faced Soundwave before. We know the damage he's capable of doing. I won't sugarcoat it - everything seems to be working against us," he drops his head. "The worst part is going to be fighting the HEAT," he lifts his gaze defiantly, a fire burning in his eyes. "I've served alongside the men and women now fighting for the enemy. I don't know how Cobra did it, but they are no longer Joes," He pauses to take a deep breath before continuing. "If you engage them in combat, they are to be treated as the traitors they are. We expect no quarter, nor will we give it."
Falcon returns to the plans laid out. Each member knows their position and role in the coming fight. The meeting lasts nearly an hour as each aspect of the strategy is discussed. Finally, Falcon addresses the team, "Everyone knows what this fight means. We need to be prepared. Double-check your ammo and make sure your IFAKs are fully stocked. Grab some food. Get some shut-eye. Tomorrow, we bring the war to Cobra."
That night, most of the team struggles to find sleep. They dedicate the night to meticulously cleaning their weapons and topping off magazines. Others go over the plans in their heads. Eventually, each Joe succumbs to sleep.
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