Assistance?

[Malkov]

Joseph slammed his balled up fist down on the table, his assistants bringing him recent reports on what was going on. He would soon need to brief a good portion of the American government on it, though what would he say?

It was obvious that they needed help now, but who could they ask? Europe? Asia? Russia? Canada? All of them were suffering a similar fate.

He looked across the room at the two guards clad in all black armor and gear, clenching FN F2000 assault rifles. Each wore black helmets, with their faces hidden behind tinted and reflecting visors. Faceless grunts.

"I suppose... we could beg them... to help.." He grumbled, his assistant nodding and leaving to fetch him a phone.

With casualties mounting nearly exponentially and his frustration growing, he was hoping that they would at least be willing to send some help.

[Malkov]

Joseph picked up the phone, his assistant dialed the number. It took a few moments before it went through. A screen behind Joseph lit up in black, with yellow text saying "Sound Only". He turned to face it, whilst holding the phone to his ear.

"This is Joseph Saunders of Task Force Venatus... of the United States military...." He started.

"I know who you are...." A seemingly annoyed voice replied. The voice was of a man maybe ten years older than Joseph.
"I'm guessing you're going to beg for our help..? Beg us to come and save the United States, completely overlooking the fact that you once threatened to nuke us because we had powerful weapons and no intent of attacking a nation with them...?"

Joseph bit his bottom lip, nervous now.

"I can see you biting your lip... now what is it...?" The voice said.

"I... I'm asking for your assistance... our military is spread thing fighting off..... off these things..." Joseph started. "I.. in.. exchange... the president and generals... will apologize... and...."

"And what..? You'll just harass us again... either you or the UN..." The voice interupted.

[Malkov]

".. don't forget about project Nemesis.." A second voice joined the first. "You fucking gun happy rednecks stole our technology and tried to make something of it..."

"Look... Nemesis is... being field tested as we speak..." Joseph stuttered, he was losing it. It was like the Japanese asking Pearl Harbor for help after attacking it.

He gave a sigh.

"I'm done... this..... this obviously isn't worki..." Joseph started up before he was cut off.

"Alright, Saunders, humor us. Give us a single reason to send some soldiers down there to help a country who has harassed and threatened us." The first voice spoke, having interrupted Joseph.

"Because... our military is stretched nearly beyond it's means.. we're losing men and women fast... and...... and...." Joseph

Though, even without Joseph having to beg, there was a Virtus strike force inbound. Their intentions were not to help though. They were after something.

"We'll help..." A third voice spoke. "Only because it would help us if you'd stop poking and prodding at us..."

Joseph smirked, believing he had gotten his way.

There was some shuffling of papers on the other end before some mild laughter broke out. The screen went back, electricity danced along it and it shattered. Goddammit.