Somalian Coast, 7:30 PM
Legion steps off a ship at a dock, along with some U.N. forces. The move some captured pirates, who had attacked their ship on the way their, off the ship. ""What do we do with them, sir?" one of the soldiers say, poking one of the pirates with the butt of his rifle. "We have a prison set up here, we'll just have to hold them their until they can get a proper trial." Charles says. "You heard him, move!" another soldier says, leading the pirates forward. As they approached the nearest
He finds his troops standing around, with the pirate on their knees. "What happened? Where is the escapee?" A French trooper asks. "Let them go, their low on our priorities right now. Back to the ship!" The troops did as instructed and followed their commander down to docks. They make it to their ship, but a rocket is launched from mainland. Fire engulfs the vessel, and it is taken by the ocean. A few minutes later, Charles surfaces. He drags himself up onto the boardwalk, lifting his shield onto the wood. He breathes a bit before taking out his communicator. "Omega, we've been attacked." He receives no response. "Dammit." he shakes his head before grabbing his shield and running to the mainland. He had to do something about this.