Chapter 23 We are under attack!

Arthur looked at the crowd with a serious gaze. He cleared his throat and said loudly.

" Listen up. We don't have much time. Do you think Soviets would wait us to organize ourselves like Japan? We have to move quickly and organize quickly. As Americans, you should protect your country, not destroy it."

The people stopped moving around. They whispered to each other and lined up neatly.

Arthur nodded.

" War has started in our soil. We have to defend our country from those aggressors."

People clenched their fists and nodded.

" Yeah, we can do it. Our fathers had died for our countries, we can do it."

People slowly regained their composure. The order was forming in the city in blink of eye. Civilians encouraged others and so on.

Arthur nodded and put his gun down. He walked to the radio tower.

Open*

The workers immediately greeted him. They opened the door and let them in. Arthur took the radio and tuned it to the military frequency.

" This is Arthur. We are requesting assist. I repeat, we are requesting assist."

Buzz*

An old man's voice came out.

" This is Ben Carville. We have received your request. Please hold on, professor. We will immediately send special troops to Princeton."

Arthur affirmed and cut the wave because he knew Russian can track his radio. He tuned it to the general frequency.

" Attention to all Princeton citizens. I am professor Arthur Frost from Princeton laboratory. I know you have troubles regarding the sudden invasion, but don't worry. If we stay together, we will win this. We are Americans, not cowards."

The guards nodded at him. Arthur continued to encourage the citizens. Even radio workers joined in during his speech.

" Let's go back to the laboratory and figure out our situation. We have to hurry."

One of the radio workers took out his key and threw it to them.

" Sir, please take my car. You are more important than us."

Arthur patted his shoulder and said lightly.

" You are an important person. Every life worth my time."

Arthur took the keys and went into the car. He started the engine.

" Boys, before that we have to arm ourselves. So, is there any gun shop nearby?"

One of the guards raised his hand.

" Boss, there is a gun shop up ahead."

Arthur nodded and pressed the petal.

Screech*

They hit off like madmen.

5 minutes later.

Screech, open*

The guards came out from the car with pale faces. 2 of them were groaning from the nausea.

Arthur coughed.

" Well, boys. Let's get some guns and prepare for our stand."

The guards nodded and followed him gently.

Ring*

Arthur opened the door and found two couples. He took out his badge and said calmly.

" We are from Princeton University. Do you have any large guns like m4 or something like that?"

The couple shook their head. Man pulled out a standard shotgun.

" I am sorry, sirs. We ran out of them. Bullets are scarce too. However, I have 1 or 2 reserve shotguns. Please take this. I heard your voice through radio."

Arthur thanked the couple and took 2 shotguns with 36 rounds. He carefully put the guns in the truck and sat down.

Vroom*

30 minutes later.

Arthur had reached the laboratory. He went out the car with his men and found polices were here. They were armed to the teeth with serious expressions.

Police chief came out and saluted.

" Sir, we are here. We divided our forces to 2 sections. One for outside and other is for your protection."

Arthur nodded and saluted. He took a deep breath.

" Men, if we can guard this laboratory, America will survive this crisis."

Polices loaded their guns and followed him to the building. They barricaded the lobby and waited for army.

Arthur also stood in the front with guards. He was observing the gate with a serious expression.

Vroom*

Suddenly, airplane flew above them. Arthur noticed this wasn't a simple airplane.

" Everyone, ready yourselves. Air attacks incoming."

Boom*

The bombers and fighters rained the city with bombs and ammos. Citizens were already waiting for them.

Dadada*

Heavy machine guns fired from the ground. An old war veteran was firing with a heavy look.