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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Blaiiine on February 24, 2011, 12:51:33 AM
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Setting: South Vietnam, Sept. 23rd, 1968
Operation Laysing was a covert MAC-V SOG operation conducted by SOG team 13 and allies. The basis of Laysing was for the team to create a covert camp near the Ho Chi Minh Trail to monitor NVA and VC movement in the area. This is the story of the almost ill-fated operation. Highly classified, burn after reading.
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Kawaii sat looking out the window. "Looks like we're here"
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James sat in the heli, looking at the pictures in his wallet. He can't wait to get back to his family, but he sets the pictures aside and prepares his ensfield. It was time for action.
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"Alright, let's hook up!" Cyril stood up and hooked up to the helicopter bar and rappelled down to the jungle floor. He detached and readied his M-16 rifle, with extended mag equipped. Taking a look, he sighed and lifted himself up. "No VC...weird."
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Kawaii sees that the coast is clear and rappels after Cyril."Is right here good for a camp?"
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James hooked himself to the wire, his Hawaiian shirt fluttering in the wind. "That is kinda weird... Usually we have to fight our way out..." This was only the second time he hadn't been shot at while in the open in all his hours in the jungle.
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"No good, can't see the trail..." Cyril replied, lighting a cigarette and looking up at the chopper. "We'll move into the jungle and see if we got a good position..." He walked along a cut-down trail, made by VC scouts possibly. "Oh yeah...James...it would be smart to get in your cammies..you stick out like a sore thumb.."
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Kawaii tosses James a set of clothes. "Change into these."
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"Tiger cammies will conceal you a lot more than woodland..." Cyril walked off into the jungle, listening to the animals and birds.
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"Yeah, good point..." James shuffled into the fatigues. He always loved his Hawaiians, but safety was above practicality...
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"Okay guys...I found a good campsite...it's got a perfect view of the trail..." Cyril set his stuff down and took out some claymores. He set it up away from the site and near the VC trails he had found.
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James set up his bag. Tents are too easily seen from a distance, and mats were much easier to carry. He sat down, and began to whittle.
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Sebastian slowly walks towards Cyril. "This seems a little open on the top." He sets up camp anyway, realizing that they would be more easy to spot anywhere else.
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"It's alright man...and Mustard....ever heard of a jungle leaf tent, man? It's good to use in these situations." Cyril began to work on the makeshift leaf tent, taking his vest off first.
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Sebastian peers into the thick foilage. "Everybody down!" He whispered. "We have company."
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"Dang....charlie got here quick..." Cyril grabbed his M-16 and laid low, watching the patrol walk by.
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James put his carving aside gently, and picked up his M1911. It's better to be safe then sorry.
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Taking out his K-Bar knife, Cyril looked up and took his revolver out. He dived at the incoming VC and slit one's neck, shooting the other with the Python. "Probably need to clean this up..."
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"Wow that was a close one"
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James grabbed the closest VC, dragging him into the woods. He'll bury him when the cost is clear.
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Sebastian jumps up and puts a bullet into a hidden sniper. "You've got to be more quiet."
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Cyril dragged the two bodies off and threw them off the cliff side. "Now...let's rock it..." He took out a small boombox and turned it on, playing the most recent CCR song, Run Through The Jungle.
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James looked over, worried. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
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"It's cool...most VC travel is at night..but just in case." Cyril turned the boombox off and checked his gun.
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"Always good to be cautious..." James went back to his whittling, carving a small eagle.
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"Oh no, more of them, check you guns men" Quintin loads his Gun.
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Sebastian takes the boombox and puts it in the tent. "It doesnt matter, their radar would pick it up anyway. Don't forget we're in enemy territory." He spins a silencer onto his gun.
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Looking at Quintin, Cyril said"Hey, grunt. I call the shots, kay?"He looked up and chuckled."It was only a snake..."
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James threw his knife, killing the snake. "Good eats, right here..."
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Sebastian walked over to the snake. "Let's have a fire, newbie."
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"God why must you make me have hallucinations at the worst of times?" Quintin checks his gun.
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" 'Cause you're nuts, newbie?" Cyril took his jacket top off and sat down.
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James, cleaning the snake, looked up. "Snake meat; it's full of potassium and iron. it provides good energy..."
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Sebastian sits down. "My mouth is watering already, mate." He says sarcasticly.
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"maybe theres a reason, im seeing my children and my wife dead, this is scaring me." Quintin holds his head in anger.
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"And so does rations..." Cyril took the boxes out and set them down."One each...and it's just the jungle newbie, you'll be fine."
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Quintin looks at the picture of his family "What id do to see them again."
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James started a quick fire, filtering the smoke. "This insanity does that to all of us..."
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Quintin looks at James "You think any of us will ever see our families again, sir?"
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Sebastian pokes at the leaves. "oh, wouldn't you like to know?"
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James stopped roasting the meat, and looked up. "Hope is the greatest weapon we have. Remember that, kid..."
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"Hopefully...okay, we'll need two of us to stay up at night so....me and James will do it. That cool?" Cyril sat up and dusted his shirt off.
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Sebastian starts pacing. "Not really sure I CAN sleep right now..."
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"Yeah, I'm up for it... Food's done, everyone..."
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"Okay...well I'll be making me some MRE cookies..." Cyril poured the MRE sugar and creamers into a cup with peanut butter in it. He set it above a fire and waited, eating the rest of the MRE.
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"Suit yourself..." James tore a piece off of the strip of meat and ate it. "It tastes a little like beef, so this must be a Coral snake..."
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"Mmmm...MRE cookies..." Cyril ate happily as the sun slowly came down and the fire dimmed the camp.
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Sebastian walks over and tastes a piece of snake. "More like a turkey taste, to me." He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to cleaning his gun.
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"Time for us to hide and put out the fire.." Cyril grabbed his M-16 and claymore detonator.
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Sebastian kicks some dirt onto the fire. "So when do shifts switch?"
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"Around six a.m...." Cyril laid down in a pile of leaves.
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"Alright" Sebastian laid down in the dirt.
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James signed to the others, *Picking up footsteps on the seismograph. Be on the lookout*
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max set up camp in a large tree, from there he could see the back up squad sent more than likely without the knowledge of a previous squads failure. he quietly set up his rifle and watched over the camp. he saw movement through his binoculars heading for the camp. "vc, this could get interesting." max picked up his beret and layed down on his stomach so that his overcoat covered all but his tail which stuck out. he looked through the scope smirking. "another day in sunny nam."
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"Alright...sun should be setting and if we're lucky we'll get some movement on the trail." Cyril laid back and set his M-16 across his chest, breathing quietly and lightly.
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Shiro walked down the trail, himself, two SV troops, and his Vietnamese guide leading him to the last known location of the team he was being sent to join. He kept a steady eye up through the trees, holding his carbine at the ready.
"Hold up boys. Lets see if we are in radio contact of the squad."
One of the SV's pulled up his TAC radio and dialed up.
"This is extra squadmates to the squad nearby. Come in." he said in thickly accented english
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"This is SOG team 13. We're in position at camp over. I'm guessing this is reinforcements?" Cyril whispered as he spoke into the radio phone.
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Shiro grabbed the reciever.
"Yeah. This is Seargent Deadfox calling up you boys. I have 3 SV's here and they are itching for a fight. Is your location?"
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"The fight's not here, Sergeant. We're currently on a recon mission...but if you boys would like to get some rest..drop on by." Cyril got up and carried the radio until he stumbled upon Deadfox and his squad. "Nice to meet you boys." He whispered as he came out of the bamboo.
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Shiro looked over.
"That was fast. My intel from Base says that there is a VC base not to far from here. Who is your officer in charge here?"
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Sebastian sits up, hearing voices not to far away. "Keep it down" He whispered to the dark.
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Shiro raises an eyebrow
"Am I interrupting something?" he whispers
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Sebastian lays back down. "Oh, nothing, just my sleep." He says as he drifts off.
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James, brushing off his carving, looked up to Shiro. "Welcome to the camp..."
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Shiro and his three SVA allies come into the camp. He goes over to James.
"Hey, name's Shiro, codename Deadfox. I have some orders from HQ. Supposedly i wasn't coming to a recon squad, but to a little bigger operation. Why i brought heavier weapons." He points to the two rpgs and the light machine gun being carried by the squad.
"There is a confirmed Viet Cong base, maybe eight clicks south from here. Now, i don't have orders to attack, but they gave me the green light."
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"I'm commanding officer...Sgt. Cyril Harino, SOG team 13. The camp you're talking about is one of the VC's Ho Ch Minh trail outposts...we're watching it now." Cyril said as he sat back down in his foxhole with the claymore detonator. "Have your men rest and sit here with me and Mustard and give us the info..."
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Shiro nodded, and motioned for the three cats to go and rest, which they did eagerly.
"Okay, they told me that this base is a functional relay post for the rest of the Viet Cong." he pulls out a map of the area, with a blow up of the base.
"Here, here, and here... thats where the towers are. If we can hit these postitions, we can cripple communication between the forces. However, only problem is they have Russian Millitary advisors there. We don't want an international incident, so we gotta do it quietly. Now if we can get a claymore or something to one of them, my boys can take the other two with rockets. They said night op if at all possible."
He also nodded.
"Its also a pleasure to meet you Seargent."
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"Nice...for now though, I want to watch them. Anyways, let me tell you 'bout SOG since we're not really known." Cyril sat back and yawned. "Okay, we're technically military advisors with MACV but we're the...special ops version..so what are you, army or USMC?" Cyril asked, setting his M-16 down and turning on a dim lamp.
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"Me? Seargent Shiro Patch, of the US marine corps. Specialized in taking out Armor and recon." he smiled while saying this.
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"Good...we've been needing an engineer soon..." Cyril looked up to see lightning and hear the crack of thunder. "Get your ponchos on or get soaked.." Cyril said as he pulled his poncho on and picked up the detonator and M-16.
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Sebastian stayed where he was. "Rather get wet, love the water." He muttered.
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"Alright....I'm gonna set up a leaf tent above this foxhole..." Cyril climbed out and assembled a leaf tent and put tarps over the doorways. "Okay...who wants coffee?" Cyril slide back inside and set up a small fire since it was a wide hole. He put a pot of coffee on the fire and looked up at Shiro. "How'd you guys get here anyway?"
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James, covering the equipment, looked up at Cyril and Shiro. "More footsteps on the seismograph. Stay frosty, guys..."
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Shiro nodded at James.
"Our guide here lead us from a helicopter drop point and told us where the best position was. We got near, and radioed you guys. Turns out you found the point too."
He checked the saftey on his carbine, and positioned himself near one of the flaps of the tent. The three South Vietnamese recruits lounged in the back, but had the air of the tenseness of being in the jungle with the Viet Cong.
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"đại hội viet...it means viet cong...they're near..." Cyril said as he took his poncho off and grabbed his M-16 and walked out of the tent. "I'll be back..."
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Sebastian watches Cyril as he leaves. "Don't go nuking this forest, okay?" He said.
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Shiro nodded. "Should i take com while your gone?"
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"Nah...more subtle..." Cyril said as he slung his M-16 over his shoulder and disappeared into the dark jungle. He crouched beneath the long, low-bearing branches of the trees. "Damn rain...." He said as wiped his hair dry, rain soaking his tiger stripe uniform. Voices could be heard as he got closer to what appeared to be a small guerilla-made trail.
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James stood, his knees popping. "I'm picking up people on the heartbeat sencer... Close and tense, so stay alert..."
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Shiro put his scope on his carbine and surveyed the area below.
"I got nothing on visua... wait... there is movement over at 2 oclock." he tensed, not being a crack shot, but he knew his stuff.
"I am tracking... 3, no 4. Scouts maybe..."
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"The thunder should be able to cover my shots..." He whispered to himself as he saw the four Viet-Cong scouts walk by him. He was hidden behind the mass of leaves and large flower-like plants. Cyril lifted his M-16 and took aim, thunder cracked and he quickly fired a three-burst shot, taking down the one at the end of the line. A large and long thunder crack went by and Cyril fired on the other three. "That's how we do it in the jungle..."
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James grabbed his M1911, twisting on a silencer. "Thank god for thunderstorms..."
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"Now let's see if you're still breathing..." Cyril whispered to himself as he walked out of the brush. He put two fingers on one of the scouts neck and checked for a pulse. None. Cyril took out his hand-held radio and called in. "Sorry boys...tangos are down..."
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"Damn, wanted a fight." Sebastian said as he stood up.
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"I'm getting something on the heartbeat censer, but it's too slow to be alive and well... It's in an elevated position, it appears..."
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"Watch the sky," Sebastian said quietly, taking aim at the trees.
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"Probably...a panther or something." Cyril replied through the radio. He crouched down and looked up, the rain hitting his face. "It's probably watching us."
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Shiro shakes his head.
"No panthers in this neck of the woods. They are all on the north part of the forrest. "
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Sebastian slinks forward, eyeing the trees. "Don't make a sudden movements." He whispered into the radio.
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Listening, the faint sound of a gun being loaded was heard. Cyril looked up and saw the outline of a sniper. "Oh crap...it's a NVA sniper..get down..I'll get him." Cyril whispered as he took out his black Python revolver. Wait for the thunder..., ran through his head as he aimed up.
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James whispered into the radio, "Don't waste you're ammo... If it's a sniper, it's too weak to fire..."
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"I'm not going to take a chance..." Cyril said as he put his pistol up and took his SOG knife out. He walked to the tree and slowly began to climb up, looking up until he got to branch that the sniper was on.
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"He's going to get himself killed one day." Sebastian said, looking up at the trees.
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Shiro called into his radio
"Negative. Its too risky. NVA are specialized close range. I got him, ill take him out."
He aimed through his scope, and waited a few seconds for the thunder to roar, and the shot. The bullet went into the NVA's throat, cutting his voicebox off, and he fell out of the tree.
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a single round fired out of his rifle, well aimed, timed and placed it flew between the falling soldier's and cyril's heads, missing both by milimeters before hitting a hidden VC aiming at cyril from the bushes about 20 meters behind the tree. the flash supreser and slencer doing their jobs so as cyril would be the only one who knew about the untracable round.
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"Oh son of a..!" Cyril yelled as he fell out of the tree, luckily grabbing a hold of tree branch. The drop was enough to break anyone's legs.
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Sebastian points his gun at the direction where he thought he saw a shadow move. "I think I've got something." He said as he pointed, not knowing it was the new member of the squad.
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"Okay, here we go..." Cyril made his way to the main tree and started to slide down. After half way thru, Cyril looked up to see a flash and he felt the sting of a bullet hit him. "Agh! Sunuva..." He yelled as he fell from the tree to slam into the brush below.
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Sebastian runs towards Cyril quietly. "Cyril? Where are you?" He said loudly.
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"Over here...still kicking..." Cyril moaned as he lifted his arm up. He checked his leg, it was fine, and his M-16, fine as well.
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"second target, locked....now." he swivled the rifle slightly and fired of a second round, hiting another VC, taking off both the trigger of his gun and his trigger finger causing him to drop to the ground screaming in pain. "third target, locked....now." he went through the sequense again firing the third round through his third's left ear, right ear and the second targets adom's apple. "targets down, unit wounded....looks like i'm slipping."
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"God, Cyril, be more careful! Stop moving, I saw you fall." Sebastian said, rushing over to him. "Here, I'll get you back to camp, let's go." He whispered, helping him up.
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"You..can't get rid of me that easy..." Cyril whispered, looking up, gesturing that he was speaking to God. He looked at camp and his foxhole. "Leave me there, I'll wrap this bullet hole up."
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Sebastian helps Cyril over to his hole. "Here?" He asked, walking over to it.
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Shiro grinned.
"Another crack shot, eh? Well" he fired a round that wend just above over the trees, and a yowl brought another sniper out of the trees.
"Missed one" he grinned wickedly.
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"Yeah that's good...and thanks Shiro...ungh..." Cyril said as he slid into the hole, taking out ACE bandages and some meds. He patched the wound up and looked down at the coffee pot. "Heh..it's done..." He said as he made two cups of coffee, handing one to Shiro. The tin cups he used were beaten looking.
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Sebastian shakes his head and laughs. "You're hard to kill, you know that?"
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"That's why you guys love me..." Cyril said as he sipped some coffee.
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Shiro laughed and drank his tin.
"Yeah. But in all seriousness we only have a short time before the rest of the bad boys find us. We did take out a whole patrol of them. They allready know where we are, and if this was their attack force, they are gonna send more in. We need to evac, or hit the positions."
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"We'll move camp soon when the rain stops..." Cyril said as he finished his coffee. He set his M-16 away and rolled over, closing his eyes.
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Sebastian stands up. "I'll take second watch, then." He said.
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"No, you guys get some shut eye. My team has only been here a little bit, and we got rest not too long ago. We can burn a while. You take third."
Shiro smiled.
"We are gonna need you guys more, if the reports i read were true."
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"What did those say?" Cyril asked, getting up.
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Sebastian leans forward. "I just slept. I can watch." He said, staring at his knuckles.
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Shiro smiled knowingly. "Classified. You guys should know yourselfs, eh?"
He nodded to Sebastian.
"Alright, but wake me in 3 hours. I'll take third."
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"Alright..." Cyril said as he took his flannel green blanket out and covered up. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Sebastian picks up his AR-15 from its resting place and paces the perimeter, saying nothing.
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TIME SKIP 3 HOURS
Cyril slowly woke up, the rain had stopped. He got out of the tent and put his vest back on. "Wake up guys...we gotta move camp now..."
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Sebastian looked over his shoulder, carrying a backpack with all of his supplies already packed. "Way ahead of you." He said with amusement.
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Walking into the tent, Cyril grabbed his gear and woke up Shiro. "Get up...we're moving now."
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James, packing the equipment, looked up. "Where we headed?"
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"Closer to the NVA outpost on the trail...I'm going to call HQ and ask for permission to strike..." Cyril said as he found a trail.
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Sebastian falls in step behind Cyril.
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James, hiking, looked to Cyril and said, "If only we had a little more sleep..."
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"That's 'Nam baby...the jungle tells when you when to sleep..." Cyril said as he carried his M-16 at ready stance.
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Shiro, silent this whole time, was behind them, his ears perked for any noises. His guide motioned to him.
"Hold up boys... we are on patrol territory. See?" he points to the trampled ground.
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Jade walked silently through the thick jungle, her team was killed by the enemy. she needed a new team, or in this case a group to get her else where. she stopped for a brief moment behind a tree, looking around she listened intently...nothing. setting down her m-16 and her small bag of necessitates she removed her cammie jacket, revealing a lighter, black under t- shirt drenched in sweat, she tightened her binds to make herself look flat, though her figure would give it away to a trained eye, she knew it would be risky to be on the front line as a female, her team leader knew, her comrades didn't, he just didn't care...poor fool. he had told her to make a run for it to call reinforcements but all contact was destroyed by a bomb. she tied her cammie jacket around her waist and fixing her cap, her helmet hung at her hip, the humid heat was comforting. she knew she was in patrol territory, but her trained stealth was an advantage. her M1911 out and ready, up ahead, she heard something else. hopefully it wasn't patrol
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"Sorry to correct you Sgt. but patrols rarely go out in daylight due to active helicopter movement here..." Cyril said. He kept on walking, looking around.
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Sebastian puts a hand on Cyril's shoulder. "Shh. You see that?" He points to a tree, from which a tail seemed to be protruding.
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Cyril lifted his fist up, gesturing for all to stop and get down. "Pop a couple shots at the top branches..." He said to Sebastian.
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Sebastian takes aim and shoots three branches.
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Jade was startled by the noise, but the bullets were aimed for the tree's, she merely stepped out of the way, with a white cloth she waved it. she knew if she spoke up loudly, her female voice would be clearly heard. her gun was out, seeing someone in the bushes she signed to them *what the hell?*
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"Get over here, marine." Cyril said as he stood up, showing his vest's S.O.G logo.
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she recognized and stood up, walking with a fierce, silent stride, she was deeply annoyed, but she would not show it. she tried to hide her face without showing disrespect "yes sir?" she said in her most male voice.
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max walked behind the group, keeping his distance so as to not be noticed. he had hoped that the other soldier was alright, he didn't know why the sarge had told him to run while himself and the others had stayed to fight. he could see the group up ahead then saw a sight that made him smile, the only other surviver.
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"First of all....why are you out here near VC territory?" Cyril asked as he continued to look around.
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Jade stood up straighter " my squad was ambushed sir, we had no time to get ready, my squad leader told me to call for reinforcements but somehow they were able to disable that, I have no idea if any others besides me survived" one brilliant green eye peeked out from under her cap. "i have been on the run since, the VC patrol have not noticed me for days"
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"Alright...well for now, you're with us...watch the back of the line." Cyril said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
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Shiro sighed, his back fur going down from the sudden addition of another teammate.
"What i meant is that the VC like to put traps along here. Then they take them down when they are patrolling." he hefted his rifle onto his back.
"Men, we are at a crossroads, we have two choices. Left, back to base, or forward to the enemy base. All those in favor?"
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"We're not attacking since I haven't gotten permission to call in air support..." Cyril said, peering out into a perfect campsite in the brush near them. "There...we'll rest there and I'm get confirmation on air support..."
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Shiro smiled, and pulled out some paperwork.
"Here is the code for air support. A bombing run on the far side to draw their attention. Arc Light is doing a run in about three hours."
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Jade was half relived but also was nervous, she walked quietly, looking around her new 'team'. though she was happy to have a shower soon, she was going to need it, she was also hungry, luckily the sounds of moving feet and equipment drowned out the sounds of her hungry stomach. hopefully she will have privacy to actually rebound her chest without getting caught.
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James looked up, pulling something from a pack on his shirt. "The jungle takes a lot out of you. You must be hungry, Jade... Here." James threw a granola bar towards her.
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Jade looked up, seeing that this guy knew her name she moved closer, hesitantly grabbed a granola bar and glanced at him "how did you know i was female" she said quietly, she knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from him. "call me Dragon"
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James looked up. "It ain't that hard if you look close J- Dragon..."
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Jade winced... she sighed lowly "I guess... I have made it this far, which is impressive for a girl on the front line" she then looked up at him "how do you know my name when I have no freaking clue of who you are?"
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Sebastian tries to suppress laughter. "It's on your tag." He said jokingly.
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James tapped at his temple. "To tell the truth, sometimes I just... pick things up. It's a lot like a radio, signals can come in clear or fuzzy. I never could explain it. And don't worry, we won't discriminate, on the fighting or the work..."
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Jade looked at her dog tag, it said Jaden, she merely looked away. hopefully they were closer to camp, she felt awkward.
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"Alright....when I get clearance, I'll get them to bomb the right side and then get an evac..." Cyril said to Shiro, looking at the paper as he set his stuff down at the temporary zone.
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James looked up, attaching a scope to his Pistol. "Sounds good to me, boss..."
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Cyril took his hand-held radio out. "Overlord...this is SOG Team 13..I'm requesting permission to assault the NVA outpost on the HCM trail.." He asked through the radio. "SOG team, this is Overlord. Permission granted. We've got three Huey assault helos in the area to evac you guys and we've got a bomber in the area..." The radio replied.
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oh...how fantastic Jade though, though she removed her m-16 from her back and check to see in it had full ammo, it did. her hand guns were good to go, just in case she was needed in this group
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Shiro smiled.
"Okay, you guys are in charge of taking that third tower. My boys and me will cover your position with sniper support. Chan! Lok! Fel! Get into positions on that ridge!" he said motioning to his three SV troops. They nodded and moved up a short rise above the base.
"Once you get them into position, radio me with this." he handed him a radio. "We'll take care of the rest."
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"Roger that. Stay safe, brother." Cyril said to Shiro. "Okay...Arc Light..this is SOG 13. Commence bombing run..." He said into his radio. "Roger that 13...Prepare for the fireshow..." The pilot replied. Cyril got his M-16 ready and dropped his gear. "Go go go." He said as he moved down the hill.
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Shiro nodded, and made his way behind his crew. He hand gestured to the four of them and they all looked out over the base. It was a large base, with AA guns, and three radio towers. He got his RPG ready and switched to his scoped rifle, looking out for the SOG team.
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"Okay..get down..Arc Light should provide a good distraction..." Cyril said as he crouched behind a small, decrepit wall.
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A Raptor Fighter flew by the incoming copter and napalm seared the base. "Alright guys, let's move it!!" Cyril said, standing up and running down the hill. Bullets whizzed by as he tossed a frag into the first tower. The top imploded and the tower came down.
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Cyril dove for cover and took the safety off his M-16. "Weapons hot! Make 'em hurt!" Cyril said as he stood up and took down three terrified VC.
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James ran toward the base, pinning two VC with 1 modified hardened bullet. "Feels good to be home, pals!"
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"Damn straight, brother.." Cyril said as he hopped over the wall and sprinted into the camp. "Watch your six..charlie are ev-!" Cyril yelled as he was punched by a NVA soldier. He grabbed his AK and tried to fire, the gun jammed. Cyril jumped up and pulled the soldiers grenade pin. He pushed him back and into the building. An explosion went off and the building's windows busted out.
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"Roger that...we'll make some fun of it..." Cyril said as he saw the triple A. He moved towards the building, napalm had taken out most opposition. "Up the stairs...we'll use this.." Cyril picked up an RPG that was against the wall. He moved up the stairs and looked around the door. He saw the AA and fired the RPG. The machine blew up and Cyril began to laugh.
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"Looks like it's all clear here, Hornet 2-1...can we get an evac at the purple smoke?" Cyril said as he popped a can of smoke at the roof.
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Cyril spun around and fired at a NVA behind James. "You owe me man..." Cyril said, chuckling.
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"Crap, were'd he come from?" James yelled, pulling his pistol back from the holster. "Damn guerrilla tactics..."
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"Come on..when we get back to base, I'll buy drinks..." Cyril said as he helped James into the helicopter. He sat down and turned on the radio, Rolling Stones came on. "Let's rock it..."
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(Just pretend the rest are here)
"Yeah this is us...the rest are on that other chopper..." Cyril said, pointing to the other copter. As they flew off, he heard something distinct. He looked outside and saw the jungle floor, they were miles away. Then, the chopper was hit, an RPG from the jungle. "Oh crap!! We're going down! Land us in those rice paddies!!" Cyril yelled as he tried to grab one of the gunners, who fell out of the chopper. The radio kept on going until they hit the floor.
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James, starting to rouse, looked up, Rubbing his head. "Christ, what happened?"
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Cyril woke up, coughing. His clothes were slightly torn and blood came out his arm. He looked outside of the chopper and say the other one, dug in the dirt. "I don't know...." Cyril asked as he picked up his Python revolver. His M-16 flew out the door before impact.
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James picked up a couple of fragments of his scope. "Oh, this is lovely..."
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"That's....fun." Cyril said as he reloaded his Python. He closed it and hid it in his vest.
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"We might be able to get transport to the base in Khe Sanh....if we don't die..." He replied, taking back out the revolver and begun to try to open the door.
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"We're not equipped to fight..let's hurry and get out, grab the marines in the other chopper and hide..." Cyril said as he finally got the door open. He ran to the other chopper, which it's door was open. He grabbed Shiro and Seb. "Help me get Serpington and Dragon, man."
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As they dragged the allies, Cyril looked around. "Hurry..I hear VC..." He hurried and laid down in the wet dirt.
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Cyril looked at Shiro who was next to him. He had a M-14 with him. Cyril grabbed it and loaded it up. "I'm ready...go cold, they're here..." Cyril watched the large VC group looked at the helo crash site.
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(( shiro big things have happened. the base at ho chi minh has been defeated and all of us crashed in two helos that evaced us in cambodia))
"Just wait...and stay quiet.." Cyril said as he watched the group get close. They suddenly backed away and started moving away. "See?"
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((As i said thanks for waiting for me T_T ))
Shiro climbed over the two, having not had time to take his equiptment off in the crash, and his South vietnamese allies battered, but okay.
"They are just curious. We should move though. The TAC radio is fried tho."
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"I don't know...but they left two to wait..." Cyril took his K-bar out and snuck up behind the guards. He grabbed the first and shot the other with his revolver. He slit the first one's neck and walked back to the others.
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Shiro sighed.
"You know we could have just picked them off. We have silencers you know."
He turned.
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"Calm down Shiro...we're all angry. You lost your guys and I lost some of my men." Cyril said as he cleaned his blade and sheathed it. "We need to stay sane if we want to make it to Khe Sanh from where ever we are..." Cyril said, giving Shiro his rifle back. Cyril reloaded his revolver and took his vest off and dropped it.
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He took it, checked it for cracks, and grabbed his RPG from its container too.
"Well all i care about is that they pay for that. They all will pay. So say me and my rocket launcher." he said darkly, if not a little psychotically
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Shiro cocked the rifle menancingly.
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The pressure was getting to Shiro, and he turned and snapped quietly.
"If you complain about getting a ((bleep))ing sniper rifle again, i will personally make sure you don't get one. Or even better, you'll have to fire it out of your (bleeep))"
His tail bristled
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"Hey...you worry about yourself and I'll worry about my own men..." Cyril said as he looked back to Anthony. "Calm down about a rifle and be glad about your smg..." He said to Anthony.
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Cyril stared at Anthony and fired his gun at an alerted VC sapper. "You best calm that temper grunt since we're all in this together. We're all FUBAR right now..." He put his revolver away and looked out into the jungle. "Now...let's get out of here if we're all fine with this.."
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max watched over the group lazily "sure are disfunctional." he smirked looking through his scope at the group before continuing after them.
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Picking up Dragon, Cyril looked at Serpington. "Can you carry the other guy for a bit?"Cyril asked.
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max looked over at cyril and pulled out his winchester. he walked over to anthony and held out the obviously modified rifle "it comes back, or you don't." he then turned around and lifted the owher wounded over his shouldedr with ease. "and the names max. but my old squad called me spyper. and as for where they are...ask dragon."
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James was picking up signals again. Just a jumbled mess of random words, but they filled him with a emmence dread. "Guys, be alert..."
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"No it's good. I found this while you and Spyper were talking..." He lifted an AK-47 with dual mags. Cyril moved through the clear parts of the jungle. Water was up to his knees, making him mover slower and louder.
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"Shh..by all means stay cold....no talkin' and no firing your guns." Cyril whispered as he let go of his AK, it's sling holding to his shoulder.
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James dug in his pocket for the one attachment that wasn't lost, his silencer. "Oh, god... Sarah..." James whispered, not wanting to lose his life and family. He was more scared then he'd ever been in his life.
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"Feet dry..." Cyril whispered as he made it to dry land. He looked around and saw movement ahead. He gestured for them to hide, then he moved behind a large bush and set Dragon down on her back.
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"I count ten contacts...blend in and stay cold..." Cyril whispered, then hiding Dragon with leaves and then hiding in the brush.
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"Yes, sir..." James layed in the cold undergrowth, an ache in his neck throbbing fearcly. *Oh, great... Whiplash...*, he thought to himself.
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Cyril checked his AK-47 as the VC went by. He also saw two Russian Spetsnaz members went by. This is even deeper than I thought.... He thought to himself.
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"Quiet...okay let's go..." Cyril said as he got up and watched the group disappear into the jungle. He picked up Dragon and moved down the trail.
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Dragon had to kill off a couple VC from the outside, she was hit in the head while she was in a tight battle. when she woke up, slung over Cryil shoulder, she groaned irritably "thanks for the help man, could of told me that there were VC men incognito on the outside." she snapped
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"Didn't know...we loaded you on the chopper before we left and we were shot down...we're in Cambodia now..." Cyril said as he put Dragon down. He looked down at his arm, blood was still dripping out. He wrapped his bandana around it and kept on walking down the trail.
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Sebastian woke up, a fire burning around him. "Wh-Where am I?" He said weakly, coughing.
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Sebastian was fully awake by now, he got up and immediately tried his radio. "Hello? Hello? Anybody?" He said into it.
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((sebastian, you're with us on the trail...))
"Thanks...oh Seb's awake...hey brother...." Cyril said as he patched his arm up.
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"aah...Cambodia" Dragon said dryly, her head throbbed angrily "got anything for a concussion?"
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((Woops :$ ))
Sebastian wakes up finally. "Oh my god, I just had the weirdest dream." He said, getting up and stretching. "So, uh, what did i miss?" He said, looking disappointed.
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Cyril threw her a bottle of high-grade pain killers and dropped the box. He lifted his AK and looked around. "We need transport...maybe a helicopter since we've now got a pilot..." Cyril looked at Seb. "You missed the helicopter crash and us hiding from VC and Spetsnaz....we're in Cambodia.."
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"Ah, so just another day?" He said, looking around. "Where's my Owen Sub.?"
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"It fell out of the chopper...here..." Cyril handed his revolver to Sebastian.
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Sebastian spun the gun in his hands. "I guess it'll have to do." He said, checking the safety.
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Dragon took the pain killeers, she groaned in pain, but closed her eyes as it took effect. "soo what now?"
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"Seeing from the activity...there must be a major VC base nearby...we'll take there chopper..." Cyril said as he took the safety off his gun.
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Sebastian looked at his team. "Well, what are we waiting for? Lets go!" He said, energized after his rest.
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((Could you guys wait up for me? I feel like i am utterly being left in the dust here))
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((i'll try))
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((alright then))
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Shiro paced along behind the rest of the group, as silent as the rest of them, quietly scowling to himself. The other three SV had vanished, so it was just him, and a group of misfits he didn't know. And on top of that, no one was counting his say as second ranking officer. While he knew that was mostly unimportant in the scheme of things, he still felt left out.
He moved silently, and held up his Carbine.
"Tell me who to shoot."
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Sebastian looked back at Shiro. "Anybody who shoots us." He said. He turned back forward and moved a little bit faster to catch up.
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"Okay...there's the base..." Cyril said, seeing a base that was similar to the one they wrecked before. "Shiro, you and James stay behind and snipe the MG's...we'll get inside and find the chopper..." Cyril said, handing Shiro a scope he found on one of the VC he killed.
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Shiro took it gladly, attatching it quickly to his carbine.
"Okay. James, you're with me. We will cover that side" he motioned with his paw "And when they get a hold of the chopper, we have to break for it."
He patted his gun lovingly.
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Sebastian walked up behind Cyril. "On your mark."
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"Okay guys..move to the fence quietly...the night should cover us..." Cyril said as he moved to the base.
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Shiro lifted the scope to his eye, spying a group of the enemy lazing about. He waited for the moment that they started to move, and lined up the shot.
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Sebastian moved quietly, following Cyril closely. "Stay out of sight." He warned.
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Cyril moved against the fence and crawled under it. He lifted it for Seb and waited. "Great they've got a HIND..." Cyril whispered.
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Sebastian slid under the fence and crouched. "Oh, great..." He said.
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Dragon felt irritated as she crawled in after Seb, she gave her team leader a determined look "if you want, I can snap those guards necks over there quickly and silently...since I am a trained martial artist after all" she gestured to them with her chin she gave him a quick, proud grin. "gives me something to do"
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Shiro watched the team talk amonst themselves in the corner of his eye and he smiled to himself. They shouldn't be talking. They might hear them. He flashed back to the scope, and saw that they had heard. One of the VC's was sniffing about and looking around anxiously. He said something to his two buddies and they started sniffing too. He tightened his grip on his trigger, and waited."
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"Move to that tent...hurry.." Cyril said as he made his way to the tent, sliding in when he got there.
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Sebastian moves over to the tent and slips underneath it quietly.
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"M-16 carbines and M-16s, load up.." Cyril said as he dropped his AK-47 and swapped for an M-16. He loaded in and grabbed an M1911.
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The three VCs stopped looking around, thinking it was nothing, and sat down again. He moved his scope to another VC who was sitting on the fence near the tent, watching for activity.
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Sebastian grabbed an M-16 and put his revolver in his holster.
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"Your choice..." Cyril walked outside and moved along the building and looked at the unguarded HIND.
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Sebastian exited the tent and walked with Cyril.
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Shiro spotted Cyril poke his head out of the tent and saw where he was looking, moving over to the HIND. He saw no guards, but he scanned a little more and saw one leaning on the opposite side of the thing, smoking. he aimed up with his head, ready to fire.
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Cyril sat down and waited for a sniper shot. He took a cigarette out and lit it up with his no flame lighter.
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Shiro pulled and the guard dropped like a stone, the life snuffed out from between his eyes.
He smiled wide, but the gunshot attracted attention, and he quickly turned to the sentry, and blew his head off too.
"Go boys go" he whispered as he changed positions, motioning for james to do the same
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"Okay, get to it...I'll hold them off..." Cyril said as he got his gun ready.
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Dragon was already loaded and rocking, she readied her M1911, she stayed with Cyril "I'll hold em, you go"
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Shiro, in his new position a little closer, but still in cover, saw maybe 30 odd VC all running from different directions, firing his rifle at stragglers and loners, taking them out with one or two shots
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Sebastian stepped up behind dragon. "I'll help you." he said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
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Cyril stood up and fired at VC soldiers.
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Sebastian dived sideways and shot at the VC over his cover.
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One, two... three. Four VC's shot down, before they spotted his position. Two of them turned towards where he was hiding, and just at the moment he had to reload.
"****!" he said and locked another clip into his carbine, coming up just as one of them was jumping into the hole. He shot him through the chest out of reaction and tumbled down, the other one landing on him, a knife in his hand.
"GET, OFF, you ******!!!!"
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Cyril turned around and saw Shiro in trouble. He shot the VC on top of him and went back to fighting.
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Shiro tossed the corpse off of him, bringing up the VC's AK and firing in support on the right, moving in cover to the chopper, James following firing too.
"Thanks for the assist"
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"No problem..." Cyril said as he watched the helicopter.
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Dragon began firing at the VC, all head shots, then shot the M3 grease. she kinda liked it. but set it down next to her, and got out her M-16, she didn't realize that her right shoulder was exposed from her cover until she felt the shattering pain of a gun wound, but she merely moved aside and continued, the blood pounding in her ears deafened the sounds of gun shots Jade, never do that again she mentally told herself
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Sebastian moves down to reload and sees a grenade lad in the middle of the team. "Grenade get down!" He yelled, diving for the grenade to throw it back over to the VC.
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"Hit the deck!!" Cyril said as he dived from cover, being hit multiple times by VC. He slowly slide back and grabbed his side.
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Shiro rolled over Jade, covering the angle she was firing from, the battle flowing through him, firing his AK around the corner. He turned away and pulled Jade out of the firing line.
"Hold up. Don't move."
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"No!" Sebastian yelled, moving over to assist Cyril. "Patch yourself with this!" He yelled, throwing a roll of gauze to him.
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Cyril tried to patch himself up, blood coming out of his mouth. "I'm dead...now.." Cyril said, breathing hard.
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"Your far from dead seargent. You and the special ops. Both of you suck it up." he grabbed his RPG from his back, with one rocket.
"This should buy us some time. Sebastian! Get Cyril and Jade into the chopper. I'll take care of the rest of them!"
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Sebastian stopped shooting, moving over to Cyril, his hands working franticly with the gauze.
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"whatever you say" she moan, gripping her bleeding shoulder, leaned against the wall, she noticed Cyril wounded not to far away, she signaled to Sebastian *over here*
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Shiro stood up into the fire and aimed his RPG, firing it into the main force of the enemy, then dropping back behind cover. His arm was grazed but nothing serious. He dropped the RPG and grabbed the AK, then grabbed jade.
"This is gonna hurt."
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Sebastian popped some pain pills into Cyril and rushed over to Dragon. "Where is it?" He said.
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"what the hell are you going to do?" she yelled at Shiro
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Cyril said as he moved into the gunner seat of the chopper, he was patched up and ready to go.
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"Ive got her, get to the Chopper!" he said throwing her over his shoulder and firing into the enemy, getting shot twice in the leg as he went, but still running. Both clean wounds.
"FRAGGING!" he shouted, but threw himself and Jade into the chopper, then turned on his back and fired with the AK.
"Grab Cyril and GET THE **** OUT OF HERE!" he said over his gun
(Dinner. brb)
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Sebastian helps Cyril to the chopper, not looking back. "Go go go!" he yelled.
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Cyril moved up and climbed into the gunner pod of the HIND. "Let's go!!"
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Jade grabbed the gauze and wrapped it around her shoulder, she took shiro's legs and wrapped it for him, as a gesture of thanks
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((Dinner is stalled XD))
He kept firing into the enemy as the chopper lifted off.
"Jade, don't worry bout me, get in the back now!" he said as an order, and kept firing.
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Sebastian grabbed hold of a turret and started shooting into the enemy, laughing.
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He lay on the floor of the chopper, firing at them.
"I'm on! GO! NOW!" he dropped the ak and crawled into the chopper more, getting nicked along the way.
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Cyril put on his headset. "Alright, Overlord this SOG team 13 and other USMC members. We're on our way to Khe Sanh in a stolen HIND." Cyril said into the mic as he got a hold of the nose cannon and unleashed hell on the VC base. "SOG 13, this is Overlord, good to hear you, Cyril." The radio replied.
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James looked up, sitting in one of the seats. "Guys..." he said, reviling a small, coin shaped hole in his abdomen "This isn't good..."
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Jade grabbed the radio "Overload, this is Dragon, we have three wounded can you get medical asap when we arrive?"
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"Someone freaking help James! Now!!" Cyril said as an RPG blew up outside of the chopper. Cyril slung back and fainted for a moment.
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Sebastian jumped up and stepped over to James with a roll of gauze in his hand, working frantically to try and keep everyone that was wounded patched up.
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"four wounded, we need medical asap, asap!!" she yelled before she threw the radio
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Cyril woke up and looked around, his hand still of the stick. He fully woke up and fired at the towers.
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James watched Sebastian with a dull interest, trying to piece together what had happened. While loading into the chopper, he had felt a small punch. He didn't even notice it at the time. James looked up at the swirling blackness, not afraid to die, but afraid to live.
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Cyril's look has changed to panic, a emotion he had never wanted feel. He wasn't ready to die. "Crap...enemy HIND at six o' clock!!"
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Sebastian slapped James hard. "Wake up! Don't fall asleep yet!" He yelled at him.
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James felt the hit, just barely registering it. Questions swirled around his head.
*Where's Sarah?*
*What's that sound... Oh, god, my gut hurts...*
*Where am I?*
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Shiro saw the enemy HIND come in from behind, and spotted the two RPG's attatched to the wall.
"Why do i always have to be the ((Bleeping)) hero" he shouted, and grabbed an RPG, turning it to the enemy HIND and firing. He grabbed a headset as the enemy chopper fell.
"OVERLORD! This is Deadfox Alpha! Rest of team is down and objectives have been compledted. Operation Snuff is complete. Calling for emergency air support NOW. I want bombing run on these Coordinates! Charlie, Alpha, Omega, Foxtrot, Foxtrot! GET YOUR TAILS OFF YOUR CHAIRS!"
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"We're gonna get hit by that HIND. Turn us around!!" Cyril yelled, through the headset. He knew Overlord and the rest could hear this. "Nevermind, Shiro got it..."
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Sebastian picks up a shot of pure adrenaline, pushing it into James arm.
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James lay, unaware of his surroundings, when, suddenly, it was like he was struck by lightning. The world took on a hollow, almost unearthly feel, and he was instantly aware of being in Cambodia, not back home with his wife and kids.
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"I Repeat, this is Deadfox Alpha! For the umpteenth time get your fat-"
"Deadfox this is Overloard, we are sending in a fire team on your arrival. Make sure the air is clear, we don't want to mistake you for the enemy."
"JUST SEND THEM AND TELL THEM NOT TO SHOOT THE ONES GETTING SHOT AT!" he yelled as he saw another HIND rise up and turn to fire.
"Acknowleged Deadfox, but Longsword 3 needs you out of the airzone."
He looked back at the pilot and put another RPG on.
"Get us out of these coordinates! NOW!"
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Sebastian shook James and shouted in his face. "Keep awake! Your patched up but you could slip into a coma!" He yelled, moving his attention to the other wounded soldiers.
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Shiro aimed his second at the chopper, holding steady for a second, when an explosion rocked the chopper and he slid down the side, grabbing onto a pole as he went.
"*stream of curse words as i try to make my way back up the pole*"
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Jade could hardly believe what was going on...but then again, only three days ago she was blown up by VC mines with her previous team, she held onto sometime with a death grip
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"This is everyday for SO F'in G!!!" Cyril said as he hopped out and fired at incoming VC.
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James sat, his midsection throbbing. He knew he had to stay awake to stay alive, but it was no easy task.
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Shiro pulled himself back up onto the ramp and grabbed his RPG again, aiming at the offending helicopter, and firing. It blew its right machine gun and rockets off, but nothing more.
"We need to get out of the area! They don't want to shoot us. So fly up and out! Get us OUT!"
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Cyril turned around to get a glimpse at the VC before he was stabbed in the chest. He hit the floor as the VC was shot. Guess my time's up.... Cyril thought to himself as he laid there, looking at the sky.
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"NO!" Sebastian yelled as he shot the VC. He ran over to Cyril and stared in horror at the gash it his chest.
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Shiro cursed.
"NO YOU DON"T!" he grabbed his M-16 and hauled Cyril back inside, covering him.
"ANTHONY! UP! DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FLY UP???" he shouted, swiss cheesing the VC that stabbed Cyril, and spraying at all of them.
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"My...time...is...now...I guess.." Cyril said, almost wanting to sob but he knew better than to make the others sad.
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Sebastian picked up a grease gun in one hand, and M-16 in another, and entered the battle with a whole new ferocity. He mowed down the VC.
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"Deadfox, this is Longsword 3. Fire a flare at the zone not to targed. we are coming for an airstrike now."
Shiro snapped one, and threw it out of the chopper.
"ANTHONY, JUST FLY AWAY FROM BAD GUYS!" he turned to Cyril. "I'm no medic! Someone get over here and patch him up!"
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"Someone...close the door.." Cyril said as he looked at the helo roof*
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Sebastian threw down his guns and bounded over to Cyril, grabbing a MedKit on the way. "Get out of my way!" He yelled at Shiro. Sebastian worked over Cyril, sewing shut the wound, which wasnt the easiest thing to do on a helicopter.
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"No sacrifices today soldier, you don't get out that easy!" he shouted at Cyril. "You have a lo---"
But the rest of his voice was drownded out by the fighters that flew just overhead, and explosions rocked the entire base behind the chopper. The enemy HIND, plus anything that was other than the actual chopper was mowed down in fire. Nothing remained but rubble.
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James may have been unaware in the physical world, but in the mental world things were as sharp as a razor. He was aware of a certain emptiness, as if something had disappeared. He was aware of a childhood memory of Sebastian, of the type of aftershave Shiro preferred, even what one of the VC had for breakfast. But, try as he might, Cyril's signal stayed a jumbled mess, unable to be picked up clearly...
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Sebastian cursed loudly. "Steady this thing!" He yelled. He felt Cyril's pulse. There was none. "GET ME THE DAMNED DEFIBS!" he yelled.
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Cyril's eyes closed and laid there, lifeless.
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Shiro turned and launched himself at the defibrillators, grabbing them and throwing them to him. He then ran back to his side.
"You better pull through Cycil. Do it now."
He moved over to James and put pressure on his wound.
"I don't want any casualties on this mission! You had better pull through soldier!!!"
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Sebastian grabbed the Defib units off the wall and charged them up. "Back off!" He yelled. He sent a charge into Cyril and checked the pulse. It was weak, but it was there. Sebastian pumped Cyril's heart with his paws.
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Shiro hopped out on his foot, helping pull James out to the medics, then Jade, who was still deathgripped to the pole.
"Move, girly. MOVE!" he shouted and drug her to the medics.
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Cyril's eyes opened, though he was alive, he couldn't responded. A medic team swarmed him and pulled him onto a mat and took him to a room in the tent.
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James laid on the stretcher, reading the signals of several grunts. A 23 year old from Florida, thinking of a gory movie he had seen before. A 19 year old thinking of his grandmother, who had just passed away...
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Sebastian went in the tent to help the medical team in any way he could. If any of them Die, he thought, It will be my fault.
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Cyril's screams could be heard as the medical team pulled bullets from his arm and chest. His eyes showed pure pain and his fur was matted with blood.
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Shiro hauled himself out of the Chopper, and limped. One of the medics ran over to him and he waved it off.
"Clean wounds. Went right through. No damage. Give me a few days and i'll be fine." he said to them. The medic looked suspicious, but turned to help the others.
Shiro limped to the command center and found the medic area, found some bandages, and started wrapping his foot up. He sighed and looked at the rest of the troopers getting pulled in, and sighed.
(( I got to go for a while, i'll be back later though))
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James grabbed Sebastian's arm. "It won't be you're fault... You did all you could..." James passed out.
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Jade did everything she could to keep awake, she had lost alot of blood. "sir, Dragon lost too much blood, the wound is getting infected, she will die if she dosnt get help now" they set her down as they removed the bullets..."uh oh"
"what?"
"dragon has five broken ribs, about three days old, they are healing okay"
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Sebastian looked at his chest, blood blossoming from the center. He fell over and fainted.
((Going to bed, 11:00 here))
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"Sir, this man is losing a lot of blood and that wound in his chest is very deep.."
"What does that mean? He'll die?" "No but he may have to be sent to a field hospital."
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Jade was awake now, her ribs were wrapped and her arm in a sling. she didnt bother telling her team she was already wounded, plus her concussion was going away slowly, walking up to Anthony, she hugged him. "you were awesome" she said, smiling
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"Let me make a call...." Cyril said as they moved him to the resting area.
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James laid in the gurney, his head and gut throbbing. That Adrenaline takes a lot out of you. There was good news and bad news. He'd be able to call Sarah in a week, but he may be in recovery for almost a half month... The signals had also lessened to a dull, unintelligible roar...
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Jade, her brilliant green eyes slightly glazed over with the drugs, she sat down on the outskirts, from her pocket she took out a picture of her brother, he was in a hospital bed, smiling sadly. "I got out of it Jaden...but I am only out of the frying pan... the fire is yet to come" she remembered what had happened earlier
"you have five broken ribs, a bullets wound and massive blood loss, you were lucky." Jade merely looked at them, not saying anything. but a lizard man in a green suit sighed "Jade Dragon, I know you enlisted yourself as your twin brother, but I can't help but wonder why a woman would want to disguise herself as a man and go on the frontline?"
Jade looked up at him with her sharp eyes "because my was brother is sickly, and it was his dream to go into the army...now that he is dead, I am living it for him"...
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The Pilot Exits the Chopper And Walks Over To The Resting Area Where Cyril Was Making A Call
"Cyril..." The Pilot Says out-loud.
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"Okay..bye. What?" Cyril said, wearing a patients pajama outfit. He turned around.
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James sat up. He was strong enough to walk now, but only with a crutch. He stood, and moved towards the wall, where a small mouse was moving for a mouse trap. He snagged the bait, moving it to the left of the trap. As the mouse ate the small piece of cheese, he scooped it up, concentrating intensely on the little furball. He held it in his hands for almost ten minutes, never breaking his gaze. He sat the mouse on his shoulder, where he stayed.
*I'll call you Mac...* he thought, laying back down. He was exhausted.
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Cyril walked over to James and sat in his own bed. "I think I might retire...this was too much."
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Shiro had finished wrapping his leg and got up, walking over to the bed where James and Cyril were.
"Well that was exciting. When is the next one?" he said, a small grin on his face. "I'm itching to get back out there."
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"I called my friend at base and they were shipping us back home for some R 'N' R....I might retire though.." Cyril said, his breathing was hard and hoarse.
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"Okay..bye. What?" Cyril said, wearing a patients pajama outfit. He turned around.
(i know this is a bit late but im not on all the time)
"Cyril.... ummm... somebody wants to talk to you, i dont know who he is but he said its important that he talks to you"
The Pilot Takes Off His Helmet, Wipes The Fur Off His Face And Takes Off The Shades
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"Alright, let me change." Cyril walked off and came back in blue jeans, a black shirt and sneakers.
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Sebastian woke up and sat up. "Hey, seems like everyone made it out. Am I right?" He said grinning.
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"Yeah..." Cyril said, rubbing his chest wound.
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"Cyril. I Was Assigned To Transport You Guys here... Recognize Me?"
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"Tim? Hey, man! You're late for the firefight." Cyril said, shaking Tim's hand.
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"I Know, But I Got You Guys Out Safely. And Im Happy You Guys Are All Alive." *Accepts Cyrils Handshake*
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"Well we'll be here for a little while..." Cyril said, sitting down.
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"Why?, You Goin' Somewhere Afterwards? I Mean, What Else Are You Gonna Do In This Condition?"
Wonders Whats Going On
"Hmmmm....." I Wondered
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"I'm probably going to retire." Cyril said as he leaned his head back.
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"Wh-Wh...Why?? Why Would You Retire? Your Conditions Are Critical But It Can Heal.... Huhhhhh, If You Do Retire Call Me So I Can Make It Proper. Ok?"
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"I guess so..." Cyril said as he got up moved back to his bed.
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"So, Hows Everybody Else?.... Where's (Mustard)?"
"I Need To Say Hello To Everyone." looks around
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"He's around here..." Cyril said as he laid down and fell asleep.
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"Alright. You Get Your Sleep, And Heal"
i wondered what to do now
"Where Is Everybody?" i thought & whispered
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James walked into the room, bracing himself on the walker. Mac was sleeping in his pocket, content with the cracker he had for lunch. "Hey, guys... Tim?"
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"H-Hey James! How've Ya Been? It's Great To See You Man!"
Embraces A Hug For James
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James winced from the pressure, but gratified it anyways. "I've been good, man... War's been hell, though..."
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"oh, did that hurt? Whoa, Whats with the wraps?"
"boy am i blind....i just noticed about a whole bunch of people wearing wraps and casts"
I Guess thats why they chose me to fly you guys here
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"Ah, A little pain never hurt anyone..." James took Mac out of his pocket, and placed him on his shoulder. "I've even made some new friends..." James added, laughing.
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"Ha Ha ha, Thats a nice friend you've made. whered you find him?"
"have you seen (twister)?"
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Sebastian moans from the other side of the room. "Over here." He said.
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"Geez Sebastian, What happened To you?"
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Sebastian laughed. "Shot in the chest while trying to keep those three alive." He said, pointing at Dragon, Cyril, and James.
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"If it wasn't for him, we'd all be dead..." James stated, stroking Mac.
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Cyril woke up, a red spot bleeding through the chest bandages. "Hey...James, can you get a nurse for me?" Cyril said as he kept some pressure on his chest.
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"Aaah, I Remember Now.... That Was A Sacrifice Worthy Of Two Medals"
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"The nurse? Yeah, I'm off at the speed of sound!" James joked, scooping the mouse back into his pocket and hobbling out of the room.
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"I don't remember you flying us...that was Anthony..." Cyril said as he saw the nurse. He waved for her and they moved him off to get re-bandaged. "Thanks James..."
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"Happy to help..." James replied, plopping down on a small bench. Hes head hurt again, but it often did after the adrenaline shot.
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"Pffthew!" *sound effect poorly made by me*
"Well, i was another pilot for another copter. thats how i ended up here with you guys. if they didnt put me in as a pilot then i wouldnt be here with you guys."
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"Hey, Anthony! What's up, man?" James yelled, feeding Mac a cracker.
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The nurse brought Cyril back, cleaned up and doped up on pain killers. "That's the good stuff..." Cyril said, slapping Anthony on the arm as he rolled by. She put him back in his bed and left. Cyril covered up and sat up in the bed.
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Dragon had been silent the whole afternoon, she had no courage or strength to even talk to her new squad anymore. she was in trouble, seeing as though she was female, on the front line, when she could of worked at the hospital. the officer said it was a 'man's job'..she snorted to herself, why was it a man's job to do this when she was a lethal fighter herself for most of her life? she didnt want to bother herself with a reunited team.. nor she didnt want to bother them either. instead she sat in her chair, gazing at the the rain forest blankly
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"Well, it was nice meeting you guys again. i think im gonna go find a place to relax. hell, i could make a place to relax"
"Lets See...." searches for a comforting place to make a spot to relax
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"My gut and head hurts, but I'll be fine..." James stood up, leaning on his walker. "Here's a bench if you want it, Tim..."
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"I can't move much because of my chest wound." Cyril said, rubbing his chest bandages.
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"Hey, don't do that..." James told Cyril, a worried look on his face. "Remember what the Doc said, don't loosen the bandages..."
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"Now to watch TV and wait to be sent home...for good." Cyril said, turning the TV on.
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"Hey Anthony, thanks James" plops down on bench
"Hmmm, should i make this a bed? i should" i extend my tail until it fills the whole bench
"i've been able to do this for a while" i curl up into a ball and lay on the bench. then i fall asleep
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"Any time, man... It's a shame what happened... You're a damn good soldier, Cyril..." James remarked, walking circles in his trademark hobble.
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"Overlord may send me on one last mission...probably a solo one." Cyril said as he laid there, tired looking.
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"And may you enjoy a worry-free life on some tropical beach somewhere, where the sun is hot and the girls are pretty... I'll be back later, I got to call Sarah..." James hobbled out of the room, heading for the payphones.
*Good ol' uncle Sam... Just as cheap as always...*
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( Im A Boisterous Bear!!!)
*sleeping twitch*
i extend my legs and get comfortable.
"Aaahhhh my stomach was cramping"
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Sebastian lied down and sighed. "I've got no one that would care if i even make it out of this hospital..." He said.
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A nurse walked up to Cyril and handed him a file, saying it was classified. He thanked her and opened it. He read it over and chuckled. "Typical...they want me to do a solo operation in North Vietnam after I've healed at the most convenient time...near Hanoi." Cyril said as he closed the file.
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"No." Sebastian said. "I'll op you out of it." He said determined. "I'll go instead."
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even though im sleeping i can hear what your saying, and It's CRAZY!!!! but im not paying attention to what your saying since im asleep
*sneeze*
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"No you're not...you guys are going to Saigon for some inspections on possible VC buildings. Really easy job.." Cyril said as he laid back.
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Sebastian sat up, gritting his teeth in pain. "There's no way I'll let you. It's too dangerous. Not alone!" He said angrily.
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"Shut up and do it. I'm not going to be listening to you freak out over my well-being..besides...I'm invincible." Cyril replied, tired.
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"I'm going and it's final. Overlord chose me and I will go. There's no risk in the mission.." Cyril said as he put the folder on the end-table.
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James dialed his home phone number, and waited for the woman across the sea to pick up. Finally, it connected.
*Hello, Mustard residence..." a female voice answered. "Honey, I'm so glad to hear you're voice..." James told her. There was a metallic clack as the receiver hit the floor. He could hear Sarah scrabble to pick up the receiver. "Jayme! Oh, god... I... I got a letter... They told me you were shot... I-I thought you w-were..." She began to sob. "Honey, I'm fine... The medics patched me up real well, and I'll be getting another purple heart. I'll have leave soon, and I'll see you and the kids... Things are calm now, so please, honey, stop crying... Everything's alright..."
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"I meant Sebastian...but I'm going on that operation. It'll be my last one." Cyril said as he started to drift off.
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A Note Attached to me says:
If you Are Reading This note, WAKE ME UP WHEN WE HAVE TO LEAVE!! I've been driving a chopper for two days straight because of this military business....
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James walked back to his room, pulling the walker behind him This was the best he'd felt since he got here. When he walked into the room he spotted a yellow manila envelope, military standard. James tossed it aside, and laid Mac on the pillow next to him. He'd worry about business tomorrow...
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Cyril snoozed away, while wrapped up in a grey blanket. His scars were obvious on his arm.
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James was haunted by foreboding nightmares... A wooden chair, held over a pit of water by wire, a bamboo cage, wrapped in barbed wire, and worst of all, a .44 revolver laying on a dark table. He awoke with a jolt.
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Shiro walked in on Anthony quietly.
"That old dog not going down, eh? Won't go out without a fight. Dumb soldier, but hey. He seems like he doesn't have anything to live for any more."
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James stood, and picked up the envelope on the floor. He quickly shuffled through the sheets, dismayed by what he saw. He was to participate on an undercover mission, to infiltrate the VC without being noticed. He sat the papers down, holding his head in his hands. Sarah was not going to be happy.
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Cyril woke up and slowly sat up. "I see you read that file..." Cyril said. "Don't worry, it won't be hard."
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Shiro smiled.
"Of course. Which is why i'm coming along. Seems my bravery in that last engagement, according to reports, say i was way too brave. They made me Lieutenant. So i'll be your CO for this upcoming mission."
((You can have me change this, but i thought it was a nice twist.))
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"You're watching over James and the rest for me while I do my solo operation? That's kind." Cyril said as he sat back.
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in my sleep i dream about something.... something that could drive me insane. Adrenaline & Tranquilizers.
"i, i, cant take those.... no, no, never.... back up, back up.... GET AWAY!!!
i awoke sitting up, and scared. with my heart racing with fear
"I've Got To Calm Down.... it Was Only A Dream, It Was Only A Dream"
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c-congratula-tio-tions. What is your n-name?
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"Nice for you man...I'm gonna need to you drop me off at my DZ when I'm better..." Cyril said as he rubbed his bandages.
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"I've gotta snap out of this fear phase! It's a pleasure to meet you Anthony. welcome to the team."
accepts Anthony's handShake
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James said his goodbyes, and headed for the B-17 for his shore leave.
*Still using this old WWII junk plane?*
He scooped Mac off of his shoulder, and into his pocket. The kids'll be delighted to see him...
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i get up and walk out to the helipad area, slowly looking around. I See James Heading Into The B-17
SEE YA LATER JAMES!! i shouted and waved
"anyways.... i guess i should find something to do while on the base, for now..."
i put on my headphones and listen to some music
Let's headbang!
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ONE WEEK LATER
James sat in the plane, back in his Hawaiian shirt. The shore leave had gone over well, and his wound had healed remarkably fast. He lifted his shirt, revealing the round, dime sized scar in his torso. He let his shirt back down, and pulled Mac back into his pocket. He was getting bad vibes again. No less than ten minutes later, the B-17 was hit by an AA shell. the plane, along with it's 20 riders, were crashing back into Vietnam. The plane hit the treeline with a remarkable force. James flew free of the ruined cargo hold, smashing into the ground and falling unconscious.
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James awoke to blackness, but without stars. He sat up, hitting his head on something.
*Where am I?* James thought, his eyes starting to adjust to the dull light. He tried to move forward, and to the sides, with no avail. He heard a burst of furious Vietnamese, and finally became aware of where he was.
*Why didn't I die in the crash? It would have been a mercy...* he thought to himself, gripping the bars of the bamboo cage. The POW camp was going to be the worst nights of his life. He reached into his pocket, and pulled the small, hungry mouse onto his shoulder.
*At least I still have you...*
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Sitting in the Huey, Cyril checked his gear and loaded his M-16. The jungles of North Vietnam went by below. He looked around and listened to the Rolling Stones on the helicopter's radio. He looked up at the two other MAC-V soldiers in front of him. "Okay, this is a small operation. Study the NVA camp and document their activities....we can kill any who stand in our way but we gotta make it quiet..." Cyril yelled as the helicopter slowed to a halt. They hooked up and rappelled down to the wet and dark jungle floor. Cyril unhooked and lifted his M-16. It was no-man's land now.
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Shiro ran over to the communications depot. Turns out one of the planes which held one of his new squadmates, James, had gone down over the treeline. It was transporting a bunch of recruits and older troops coming back from leave.
"S***..." he said, tripping, but regaining his balance. He got to the depot just as the report finished coming in. Just as the commander was finishing reading, he burst in.
"Sir! I want to take a team in and rescue our troops."
The commander looked at him.
"I had a feeling you'd show up Shiro... Alright, go pick your team. This is an underwraps rescue operation, so its going to have to be a small team. maybe 6 or 8 people."
Shiro nodded, and left to go find his team.
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"Okay, let's move out...and watch for any.." Cyril said as he heard a loud explosion and looked up to see their helo go down into the tree line. "Sargeant, are we going to go help them?" One of troops asked, Cyril nodded and moved down the hill. "Sargeant, this Overlord. We've got reports of a helo crashing, is this correct?" His radio buzzed. "Roger, Overlord. Hornet 3-3 is down and out, we're moving in to assault the crash site and rescue the crew." Cyril replied. "SOG 13, do not go to the crash site, I repeat do not-" The radio was cut off as Cyril shut it off.
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Sliding down the hill, Cyril readied his M-16 and saw the crash site. He covered his mouth as smoke hit his face. VC slowly surrounded the helo and he fired, the two other squad members copying. He moved closer and slid down under cover with the pilot, who was bleeding badly. "Anthony, we're going to clear this out and I need you to take this man to a field hospital. Don't come back though..." Cyril replied into the radio as he continued to mow VC sappers down.
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The squad killed the last VC scout and Cyril moved to an open spot, crouching and popping a can of purple smoke. He went back and lifted the pilot up, waiting for the helo. The other squad members sat back and watched for anymore Viet Cong who wanted to make a quick shot.
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"Roger that, brother. Stay safe.." Cyril said before turning his radio off and putting it away. The sound of an alarm could be heard in the distant. "Sounds like we've started the party...let's go attend.." Cyril said to the others as he moved towards the sound of the alarm. "You sure this is going to work, I mean taking this base out..." The machine-gunner asked. "No but they shot one of our choppers down...and now I'm pissed." He replied, as he moved through the brush and saw the small outpost near a river port.
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radios from base
"How Are things goin?, Anybody.... ImAt The Base Ready For Deployment"
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Cyril moved up and looked down at the C4,"You guys cover me and I'm going to blow the main gas station up." Cyril said, then sprinting towards a hole in the fence. Sliding under, he fired his M-16 and took out three VC guards. He moved to the main gas station and planted the C4. "Alright guys, I've got it done. Let's get to the port and get out of-" Cyril cut himself off as he saw a HIND hover up from a helo pad and started to fire at him. He ran and found heavy cover, as his two squad mates showed up.
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James sat in his cage, Tears in his eyes. He had been fed some sort of stew, with chunks of meat that he didn't dare try to identify. He always fed the meat to Mac, and the small mouse was starting to get fat. The Water boarding was the worst. The small wooden chair had pegs etched into the wood, thin enough to slice flesh. He was strapped in, and held in the water for minutes at a time, leaving his lungs screaming. As he sat and thought, a guard started yelling in feverish Vietnamese and walking to his cell. He pulled Mac out of his pocket, and placed it behind him. He didn't want his only link to sanity to be killed.
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They had pulled James out of his cell and forced him into a small room, holding only three guards, a small table, two chairs, and a pistol. James' heart sank. The forced him into the chair, and pulled another soldier into the room. James recognized him at once, the young MP who had been thinking of a horror movie when he was shot. One of the guards grabbed the revolver, slapping one bullet into the chamber. He spun the chamber, and slapped the gun closed, and laid the gun on the table.
"You first!" he yelled, pointing at James. He picked up the gun with trembling hands, and pulled it to his temple. He was sweating. His hands shook harder. He squeezed the trigger.
Click
The guard grabbed the pistol from him, and slapped the gun in front of the young guard "Play! Now!" The MP pulled the gun to his head. *He's thinking of his parents* James thought, sick to his stomach. The MP bit his lip, and pulled the trigger.
Click
He threw the gun to the floor, and was promptly hit by one of the guards. The same guard picked up the gun, and handed it to James. He pulled it to his temple again.
*Sarah, forgive me* he thought and pulled the trigger.
Click
The guard grabbed the gun from him, and put it into the MP's hand once again. The kid put the gun to his head, tried to pull the trigger, and threw the gun across the room. "LORD!" he yelled, as the guards scrambled for the gun. They grabbed it and put it in front of the kid. "Play, or Iron Maiden!" one of the guards yelled. The kid pulled the pun to his head, and squeezed the trigger.
BANG!
James felt a warm wetness against his face, and felt a tear roll down his cheek.
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Cyril ran to cover near the dock and looked over to the others. They began to run, but a machine gun unloaded, tearing them to pieces. "Aw god d*****. F*** you, charlie!" He yelled before firing on two other VC soldiers, and diving into a boat. He turned the key, the engine went on but cut off. Bullets whizzed by as the VC got closer. The HIND slowly turned around, and Cyril turned the key. It started and he quickly hit the gas. "Come on, come on!" He yelled as the boat zoomed down the murky river, the helo catching up. He turned around, the base far away. A rocket impacted the side and he flew out.
Two Viet Cong soldiers walked up to Cyril's body, poking it with the tips of their AK-47's. "He must be dead after that. Let him rot here like any other GI." The first one said, and they walked off. Back at the base, a officer walked in to the command office. "Sir, we have confirmation of three SOG soldiers deaths in North Vietnam. One Allen Richards of Chicago, Antonio Rodriguez of Houston and Cyril Harino of Wichita Falls." The officer said to the main commander, handing him their files. "Tell their families and squad mates. Hopefully they're just MIA...."
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wandering around the base i over a small part of the commander's conversation
''Hopefully They're Just MIA''
"I Wonder Who They Were Talking About, and... MIA? I Know James Left But i Havent seen him since.... i havent seen cyril either.
i wonder if anthony is still around here somewhere....
ANTHONY!!! i said as i yelled for him
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The officer walked out of the command room and saw Tim. He speed-walked toward him, "Hey you, yeah you!" He said, catching up with him. "You fought with Cyril H. right?" He asked, looking at Cyril's file, most of it blacked out, and confirming it. "Sad to say this to you, but your squad leader Cyril went missing in North Vietnam. We think he might be KIA'd." He said.
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James sat in his cage, pulling and biting at the bamboo at the back. It was slow, painful work, but he had to have some sort of weapon against the guards. He glanced up at the snoring patroller, and felt a frown crease his face.
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i put my hands on my head and my face began to look stressed............. heh, haha.... no, it cant be. no way man.... NO! He's NOT KIA, I know cyril Harino.
He's Still Alive!!! i KNOW IT!!! THERES NO WAY HE'S KIA!!!, it's.... it's impossible..... i begin laughing like ive gone insane
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The officer slapped him and grabbed his shoulders. "He was shot by a HIND rocket while in a patrol boat in North Vietnam, we already know that his two team mates were killed by machine guns! He's dead or in a prison camp. Or with the Montagnards, who will keep him safe." The officer replied, letting go and backing up. "Either way, him and James are in Vietnamese hands."
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i fall down backwards after the guard lets me go..... an angered look begins to envelope my face
*speaking a bunch of other-world language jabber*..... TAKE, ME, TO, VI-ET-NAM!!!
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"I can't do that. That's restricted area for one person. You better find a way." The officer replied, then walking away and back into the command room. "That soldier, Tim, he wants to find Cyril and James.." The officer said to the commander. "No, that's too far in enemy territory, he'd be shot down before they even hit the border.." The commander replied, setting the files down.
Back in the jungles of North Vietnam, Cyril woke up, laying in a bed in a small hut. He heard the voices of Vietnamese kids playing, and of older adults talking. He climbed out of bed, wearing some villager's outfit and his hair barely damp. "Where the hell am I?" He said to himself, a Vietnamese man in rebel uniform walking up to him. "Oh, good. You awake. You may be wondering where you are. We are Montagnard, fighting the VC." He said. Cyril slowly smiled, thankful for not being captured or worse, dead and laying on a muddy beach next to a boat wreck.
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"Cant do that..... hmph..... fine, ill just go sleep. if i can"
but i cant sleep, the bare thought of Cyril being stuck in vietnam, not knowing his location, position or state just keeps me awake
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James woke up to fast, almost feverish Vietnamese. He looked to his hands, splintered and bleeding. He was pulled out his cage, and pulled down a cave hallway. The guards slammed him into a wooden chair, the pegs slicing through his skin and into the muscle. They pulled the chair into the air by a series of pulleys. They lowered him into the brown and sickly water. he sat, bleeding, for a minute and a half. his lungs were screaming. Everything was turning black. Suddenly, he was being lifted out of the water. He breathed in madly, ignoring the smoky smell. He felt the chair being lowered again.
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Cyril and the man walked around the small village, everyone smiling and waving at them. Some of them carried M-16's and AK-47's, they barely knew how to properly hold them. "We easily hide from the Viet Cong in these mountains, but the GI's gave up on us." The man said. "I remember us moving out very well, Nhu. It was heartbreaking for some, who had become so attached..." Cyril said. "Even me...I love this jungle. It's better than home..." He said. Nhu nodded and smiled, them stopping at his hut to eat some dinner that his wife made. "We've heard news of a POW camp nearby, we're going to go there after this and save them..." Nhu said, while Cyril ate the rice, nodding. "I'm ready for some payback..." Cyril replied, finishing his food and changing into some NVA cammies that Nhu's wife gave him.
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"Okay, they fit?" Nhu asked, Cyril coming out in the khaki NVA uniform, nodding. "Strange, never thought I'd be wearing these..." Cyril said as he slicked his hair back, the locals cut it to a medium length when he was unconscious. He let the AK lay on his side, the strap around his shoulder. "We'll blend in and then we can strike on the inside, just wear these glasses." Nhu handed his some dark-tinted aviator shades, which Cyril put on and lifted up on his forehead.
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Cyril is in Vietnam, Anthony i wanna go help but id get killed, i dont know what to do....
too much is going on right now. i just need to calm down and think about the bright side.
He's Not Dead, He's probably with gangaren or whatever the commander said, and he's probably with mustard.
Im Gonna Go into the tent and look at some pictures
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James sat in his cell, finally ripping the chunk of bamboo free. He stuffed it in his pocket as one of the guards walked to his cage. "You! Come with us!" he yelled. James was pulled from his cage, and taken to a small, pitch black room. They grabbed him from behind, picked him up, and tied his feet with an iron chain. They lifted him higher, tilting him backward. They strung him up by the chain, hanging him on a meat hook. James immediately felt the blood rush to his head, but only registered a dull throb compared to the pain in his legs. He heard two hollow snaps, his ankles breaking. He fell out of alertness, and embraced the darkness.
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Nhu, Cyril and the other Montagnard guerillas were looking at the POW camp, hearing the screams. They readied their AK's and Cyril put his shades down. Slowly, they moved toward the front gate and Nhu talked to the VC guard in their native language. The gates opened and they moved in, Nhu and Cyril separated from the others. "Where are they going? Where are we going?", Cyril whispered. "They going to set a bomb, big bomb. We, well, I've got someone you might know..." Nhu quietly replied. They moved down the halls, the prisoners seeing Cyril and Nhu, quietly asking for help. Cyril lifted his glasses and whispered to them that they'd be safe soon.
Nhu opened one door at the end to see James and two other guards, him hanging. Nhu and Cyril snuck up on them and slit their throats as the bomb went off. "hey man, no formalities, let's go." Cyril said, pulling James down and off the hook. Nhu fired at two guards coming down the hall, then beginning to open the POW cells. "Hurry up, we've got to get out of here!", He yelled, the prisoners grabbing any weapons and rushing outside.
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James stood, and pulled the jagged and visiously sharp bamboo from his pocket. he walked over to the guards, looking for ammo. No such luck. "Thanks, but we'll talk when we get the hell out of here."
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"But...it's nice to see you man..." Cyril said, rolling his sleeves up and throwing James his sidearm, a M1911. Nhu and Cyril ran outside, seeing the others fighting off the last VC, who were still shaken up by the explosion. It kept the tents on fire, some VC coming out burning. "Let's go..we got what we need!", Nhu yelled as he fired.
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"Thanks, man... I'll meet up with you later hopefully, I have some unfinished business to attend to." James walked down the hall, braced for combat.
*Hmm... Not many guards in the halls, they must be checking on the explosion...*
He walked to the end of the tunnel, to the room of the main guard, the man who had made a young man put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. He kicked open the door, pegging the VC's bodyguards. He walked in, firing at the hand of the MG.
*Still got the ol' sharpshooter bone in me...* he thought to himself. He reached down and grabbed the guard, pulling the bamboo out of his pocket. "You took the life of a person with his whole life ahead of him. Big mistake." He plunged the makeshift knife into the VC's eye, and stood. He walked to the desk, and sifted through the papers. "My god..."
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Cyril fired at VC stragglers and Nhu grabbed his shoulder, "Come on, we got to go. Get your friend and let's go.." He said before moving with the others into the jungle. Cyril dropped his AK-47 and grabbed a shotgun, loading it. As he walked to the office, he shot any officers he saw, the walls covered in red. Hearing James, he walked into the office, "Come on, we got to get back to the village before NVA show up..." He said, looking around and seeing a radio, quickly he grabbed it.
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"Yeah... Hold on..." James said distantly, pulling papers into one large heap. This would change everything. What he had just found could put the entire world on the chopping block. James walked out after Cyril.
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Two hours later.
Cyril sat in the hut they gave him, messing with the radio. He'd pick up some signals of NVA chatter. He heard the other GI's outside playing with the village kids, and some taking target practice. He cursed and dropped the mic. "Can't even pick up a damned signal on here...", He said to himself.
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James sat, reading the documents he had picked up. A cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he wondered about the young GI who had been killed. He pulled the mouse out of his pocket, still as chunky as the day he had been picked up. Looking at the mouse, he realized how hungry, how ravenous he was. He walked into the jungle, grabbing a mango. He stood and ate, thinking about what was to come.
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Cyril walked out of the hut, wearing some clothing he found at the camp. They were blue jeans, a tee shirt and some boots. Nhu sat with two of the GI's and they were talking about crazy things like what happened at the camp. Cyril walked to the armory and grabbed a revolver they found, loaded it and put it in the back of his jeans. He went back to the radio, getting a signal to the command room. "Hello? This is Sgt. Cyril Harino of SOG 13. Is anyone there?" He said, hopeful.
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"Great...but I found James...he was messed up when I found him. We're at a Montagnard village in North Vietnam.", Cyril replied. He told him the coordinates and then got off, going outside to tell Nhu and James. "Hey guys, I got a helo to come get us out of here...", he said. Nhu smiled and said, "It was nice meeting you guys, good luck after you leave..." He said.
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Cyril sat down and took the revolver out, fumbling around with it. He looked into the jungle and quickly fired. A NVA scout fell out of the foliage and bled out. "Nhu, get your men and hid the others, we've got company." Cyril said, Nhu following the order. Cyril ran to the radio and put the mic on. "Anthony that thing better be loaded for a fight, we've got NVA closing in fast." He said before dropping the set and grabbing the M-16 they found at the camp, the sound of gunfire could be heard.
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James sat, eating his second mango, when he heard gunfire
*Ugh, just when I thought I was out...*
He threw the mango, splattering a scout a bright orange, before pinning him in the head with an expertly laid shot. He ran back to camp, firing at the approaching VC. He couldn't let them get the documents back.
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"Go, get the kids and wives to shelter!",Cyril yelled as he ran out of the hut while firing his M-16.
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James sprinted to the hut that held the documents, ignoring the pain on his feet. He kicked the door in, and was faced with a VC holding a lighter to the papers. "NO!" James yelled, pegging the VC in the head. He looked over at the fire, a sense of dread in his stomach.
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after i see anthony's signal, i run towards the chopper and jump into the passenger side
so, where are we going?....
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i could feel both emotions of fear and joy
YES!!!, Finaly Going to VI, ET, NAM!!!!
we have weapons, right?
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James limped towards the village. He wouldn't let the rest of these people get killed. He slapped a new clip into his pistol, and picked off two VC running towards him, probably meaning to take him back to the camp.
*That ain't gonna happen...* James thought.
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wondering what to do when i get to vietnam....
"if im just here to pick up somebody, it better be cyril."
but i wonder where mustard is.....
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i ready out some ammo
ok, Ammo set! how do i prep the guns?
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alright....
i go back up to the cockpit and sit in the passenger seat.
keeping the chopper in the same and current path.
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Cyril fought as a VC soldier held him down. He threw him off and fired at him with his revolver. Fires began to engulf some of the huts, some coming out in flames. "You dirty VC b******s!", Cyril yelled as he fired at some of the soldiers he saw. He ran out of ammo and hid for the moment, noticing the chopper.
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Cyril saw where they were coming from so he dropped his gun and pulled out a smoke grenade. He quickly ran towards them and popped the grenade. As he ran at them, bullets impacted his chest and arms. He screamed and continued until he hit the edge of the jungle. He dropped the grenade and looked up, seeing a VC sapper who stabbed him with the bayonet. Slowly as he fell over, dying, he sorta smiled. He died as a hero and where he wanted to die. In the jungle. He hit the ground, dead.
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(so.... are we done with op laysing?....)[seems like it]
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(I don't know, you guys can continue it, I was just gettin' tired of it)