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Somewhere in the Pacific, 60 miles east of the Phillipines
04:00
June 5th
2017
The dark sky was aglow with the reflected light of dawn, about to break over the horizon, though the rolling waves of the seas around the The multi-national formation of naval vessels formed a constellation of lights adrift in the darkness, accompanied by a cacophony of sound as men and women prepared for battle.
On the flight deck of one of the larger ships, the flat-topped shape of the USS Wasp, an amphibious landing ship, Ryan Kincaide verbally whipped his men and women into motion, chivvying them into the hold of a waiting MH-53 Super Stallion. The bird sat, rotors turning, among others on the deck as part of an assault force. Several hundred feet away over the water an aircraft carrier flung Super Hornets into the air.
"Look alive, ya bunch of miserable buggers!" shouted the horse as he waved them all on, his M4 hanging by it's sling atop the mass of black gear and assault vest, turning his outline into a sci-fi soldier. "We've got a date on shore with the hostiles, and they get uppity if we don't turn up on time to kick their arses!"
He patted backs and shoved shoulders as the others ran past, counting them into the ramp and the red-lit interior of the cavernous helicopter, pausing only as the roar of launching missiles interrupted him. Fire and smoke erupted from the foredeck of a destroyer, the vertical-launch system spitting SLAM Missiles as part of the initial wave to knock out defences. The Hornets would then hit the radar-guided guns and missiles, giving the choppers a clear run to the shore.
"That's our cue!" He called out, following them into the interior before the ramp closed. Throwing himself into one of the seats, he buckled himself in before the chopper rose skyward, pressing him into the seat. Immediately, the big helo tipped forward, gaining speed and hugging the waves as it plowed onward, escorted by supercobra gunships.
There was little to see, and even less to hear with the defeaning roar of rotor blades filling the cabin. The oadmaster and door gunners gave the team a thumbs up, the loadmaster pressing his hands to his head as the massive helicopter ate up the miles. holding up one hand, he indicated ten minutes. Ryan nodded and then looked around the faces of the others, indicating to give their gear a last check.
All too soon, the chopper flared, and the cabine briefly rattled to the sound of gunfire, before the minigun on the front right side of the cabine opened up with its' ripping snarl, before the ramp dropped.
"Go!" screamed Ryan, shoving and pulling them out as the door came down. "Go, go!"
The mission as briefed had been to move toward the HQ building identified on recon pictures; a two-level structure at the centre of the camp, with suspected underground sections. A further cave system on the eastern shore was a suspected hiding place for more of the enemies' intel and equipment, and they'd move there second, after the area had been hit by shell-fire from the naval ships.
As the group de-bussed, Ryan had his rifle to his shoulder and firing, even as the supercobras lashed the outlyign positions with gunfire and rockets, silencing a machine-gun position. Small knots of men with guns fired back at them as they moved.
"Keep moving!" he yelled. Suppressive fire and head for the HQ,!"
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As Ray scrabbled for cover, he spotted several enemies worth note. "Over there, by the machine gun bays. Watch for grenades and rockets, we're exposed." Small arms fire kept Ray suppressed, as he got behind some nearby rocks. "Grenadiers, please. Focus on the machine gun emplacements. They're in thick. Gah! That one was close."
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Ben is about to load into a rib boat with his fellow berets when the platoon leader approaches him and hands him a piece of paper that has his new loading zone on it the mission briefing was with it as well, he looks at it puzzled. "What is this"
"Your now a part of SPEARHEAD" said the officer.
This surprised Ben at first but then he remembered that he had sent in an application for the new program I whisper to myself "They just accepted my application" he doesn't question it anymore he just starts sprinting to his new loading zone
When he gets there he sees one man standing next to the ramp shoving people into the helicopter shouting at them he thinks to himself 'that must be the leader of this program' I get in the mass of people loading on and I end up in the very last seat looking across at the man who was shouting at everyone trying to speed them up. The ramp closed and we ascended quickly speeding to shore, I see another motion to check our gear one last time I make sure all of my gear is on tight I pull my goggles down over my eyes and adjust them slightly, my next move is opening the breach on my M4 to make sure there are no obstructions, I yank a mag out of the pouches on my vest and pop it into the rifle, I get ready for the ramp to fall..
Then all the sudden it falls the man across from me shoves me out I run for the nearest cover suppressing the enemy so other people in the helicopter can get out and find cover
The sound of close air support is almost deafening I jump over my cover an pull my M4 to my shoulder and shoot three rounds into an enemy's chest satisfied with a kill I slide to another piece of cover.
Post Merge: May 06, 2014, 08:06:29 PM
Ben is about to load into a rib boat with his fellow berets when the platoon leader approaches him and hands him a piece of paper that has his new loading zone on it the mission briefing was with it as well, he looks at it puzzled. "What is this"
"Your now a part of SPEARHEAD" said the officer.
This surprised Ben at first but then he remembered that he had sent in an application for the new program I whisper to myself "They just accepted my application" he doesn't question it anymore he just starts sprinting to his new loading zone
When he gets there he sees one man standing next to the ramp shoving people into the helicopter shouting at them he thinks to himself 'that must be the leader of this program' I get in the mass of people loading on and I end up in the very last seat looking across at the man who was shouting at everyone trying to speed them up. The ramp closed and we ascended quickly speeding to shore, I see another motion to check our gear one last time I make sure all of my gear is on tight I pull my goggles down over my eyes and adjust them slightly, my next move is opening the breach on my M4 to make sure there are no obstructions, I yank a mag out of the pouches on my vest and pop it into the rifle, I get ready for the ramp to fall..
Then all the sudden it falls the man across from me shoves me out I run for the nearest cover suppressing the enemy so other people in the helicopter can get out and find cover
The sound of close air support is almost deafening I jump over my cover an pull my M4 to my shoulder and shoot three rounds into an enemy's chest satisfied with a kill I slide to another piece of cover.
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Haden stands checking his gear in the landing craft. He thinks to himself, "I'm gonna make ya proud ma."
He taps the magazine on his helmet, and loads it into his M16A4. The ramp drops and he sprints to cover, putting precise shots down range. His training, instincts, and adrenaline kick into gear.
"Move up, move UP!"
Haden makes a move, weaving through debris and in and out of mortar impact craters, and finally reaches the front lines.
He radios the commander, "Alpha 1-4 has made it to the trenches, requesting orders!"
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I come on the radio "who ever is the front has three hostile riflemen moving in on his nine, can't get a clear shot" I pop my head out of cover to check for enemy resistance I see none and sprint out of my position and suddenly heavy mg fire tears apart the ground in front of me I fall backwards and stagger back into cover I come back over the radio "I'm pinned by hostile mg fire can't advance"
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Ray comes in on the radio. "Verdammt...Anyone give us a hand? I'm pinned, I'm pinned! I need hel--GAH! Ah, I'm hit, I'm hit. Someone get over here!" Ray slides lower on the rocks, and begins nursing a wound through the left shoulder. Judging by the trajectory...and the fact it passed cleanly. "Sharfschutze! Sniper! I can't see him. Please assist!"
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Haden turns towards Ray and sees a glint from the scope of the rifle. Against Haden's better jugement, he runs toward Ray with his M16 and M1911 drawn and shoots at the glint until reachin Ray, and dragging him to a decently sized crevice.
"Get fire on the third story of that church!" He yelled.
pulling his bandages and stitches out of his bag, he begins to tend to Ray's wounds. Haden makes conversation and has a soft Irish accent."Aw, man Ray. You gotta have 'ol DOC patch you up? I've got ya. You know, this is gonna hurt... youre lucky, whizzed on clean with no severe organ damage."
a bullet whizzes by Haden's head and he reloads the gun.
"one moment."
Haden pops up and fires three rounds, "Come on! I'll give you a good lick you f&$ks!"
Haden comes back.
"all right, so... where you from? Gotta keep calm." Haden cleans and begins stitching him up.
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Ben sees and hears the medic yell my firs reaction it to suppress him while he ran, I then pop up every so often and fire on the snipers position I come on over the radio "who's hit!! Who's hit!!" I shout and I wait for a response. I decide to sprit back to the position I saw the medic run in I turn the corner and see a man on the ground with a large hole in his shoulder and a medic patching him up I go down next to them and speak to the medic "will he be able to fight, we need to keep pushing ,right now the enemy is advancing on our position"
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Ray turns to the stranger, a smile creased with pain on his face. "I'll be fine," he says through locked teeth, "I just won't be able to use the rifle much. Too bad I didn't bring a pistol. Names Ray, what's your's? OH! Before I forget, welcome to SPEARHEAD."
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"Thanks but nows not the time I believe the enemy is moving to flank our sides so our only way out will be by evac we can't move up heavy mg fire and a sniper are holding defensively, what we could do though is call on close air support from those hornets to take down the building is in rubber can attempt to run up the middle and try to take out the mg nests" I say confident in my predictions
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Haden looks at Ben."I'll do it. If you can suppress the Mg, I have a chance to get to that church. 100 yards... I ran that easy in high school in wrestling." Haden takes off his med. bag and loads a fresh mag in his 1911.
"It's a good day to die, Irish might."
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Ray signals Haden to get down. "Are you mad? I was hiding behind these rocks, when the sniper hit me. I'm sorry, but we should wait for anymore air support, before running to our dooms. Or, at least wait until I can be useful."
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"Understood should I call in a medevac for Ray here he seems unable to fight" I look down at ray's shoulder "it looks pretty bad" I look back to the medic waiting for a response "and if your going out there give me your tags we are letting ray here hold onto them if we don't get back" I yank my tags off and hand them to ray. "We need to act now, Ray radio in for air support to fire on the building in front of us, I'll suppress, you run for the church"
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Ray looks down at the tags, dumbstruck. "You two are mad! That schutze will peg both of you." He then reaches down, grabbing an smoke grenade, and hands it to Ben. "I only have one, make it count." He then grabs his radio, and raises medevac, while conversing with the medic on his situation.
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"hooyah. Let's do this." He looks to Ben "we're Americans too, crazy Americans."
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"Hooah!!! Let's do this" I pop the smoke and throw it in between our current cover and the church I then lay down and stick out of cover barely and start laying down fire on the mg nests "run hard and fast" I shout to the medic
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I run through the smoke and weaving through until I reach the church. Upon kicking the door down, I am met by the sniper with a knife. As quick as the ambush, I use my SOG tomahawk to counter, and chop his juggular. I pick up the SVD and take out the MG with the remaining rounds."holy... I can't believe that worked!!! Mg's down, Move up! Stars and stripes sir."
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I hear over the radio "move up"I drop my berreta for Ray just to be safe then I jump up and run to the sand bags that protected the mg I peak over cautiously then jump in the nest and radio in " I'm in the nest come down here, there's a door down here not sure where it goes"
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(OOC: Okay... this has gone compeltely different to what I was imagining, and I haven't been able to keep up. Also, all these two-line posts are bugging me. So, I'm going to back out and just let you guys do whatever)
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Ray comes in over the radio. "You got a foothold? I'll be with you shortly, medevac came back negative, but brought some CAS. Little baby gunruns on that ridgeline, should've given that schutze more than enough headache, Ray out." Ray begins moving up to Ben's position, keeping the Beretta in hand. The medic had bandaged his shoulder to staunch the bleeding, luckily nothing major was hit. He crests the sandbags, panting. "Mein gott, this gear is heavy." Ray sits on the other side of the bags, checking his wound and equipment.
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Ryan moved with his new unit as they headed up the beach, covered by other units to their flank, and the raining firepower of the air cover and ships. Despite having seen it before and trained with similar situations, the scene was still overwhelming to his senses. The battlefield was a melange of sound, movement and smells.
Nonetheless, the horse kept his instincts under control by virtue of his training, and kept his M4 pulled tight to his shoulder. A Beta-C magazine was plugged into the mag well, and he hammered out long volleys of fire to cover the others as they moved. As a machine-gun nest opened up as they advanced from cover to cover, and he triggered his M203 with a semi-musical 'phoont' as the 40mm high-explosive round sailed off into the sand-bag position with a rolling thump. The others had pressed on ahead, and were covering ground well, the air cover holding off the majority of the hostiles.
Keeping up with the unit as they moved and communicated, he didn't butt in so far, as they were doing as he'd ordered: pushing up and securing ground. As the call regarding the door came in, he replied.
"Hold position at th' door - dinna go through until we're all assembled and th' area's secured. Air's keeping 'em off our arses for now and uh, 'stemmin' their reinforcements'. We'll regroup afore we knock politely and go in. Give 'em a chance ta tidy up, like".
Skidding across the mud and sand, the horse rifle-butted a hostile in the face as he rounded the corner of a building, sending him flailing back far enough to put one into him from the rifle, before he caught up with the others, diving over the sandbags and nodding to the others.
"A'reet," he said with a cheeky grin. "Hope I didna miss all the fun. Anyway," he nodded to Ray. "Yer shoulder, howzit?" he gave a quick look over and a punctual nod. "Reckon ye ain't gonna bleed to death any time. But I don't want ya to be in danger, or hold anyone back if yeh dinna think you can carry on - and there ain't nothin' wrong wi' it neither. Th' rest of yeh - reload, an' stack up on the door. Breach and clear the complex beyond, stick in formation until we've cleared it, unless it's too big. Then we secure the door an' entrance, an' wait for reinforcements. Remember, we're lookin' fer intel. Hard-drives, papers, anythin' we can get our hands on." He tapped a pouch on his belt that held a smart-phone. "An' remember ta take pictures an' all, once the shootin's over - we dinna want anythin' missed fer the intel lads".
Dropping the empty Beta mag, he replaced it with a standard M4 magazine, pulled his shemagh up over his muzzle and adjusted his helmet, before pulling the stock of his M4 tight to his shoulder.
He nodded to Murphy, Ray and Ben. Motioning to Ben with a nod, he instructed him to stack up on the other side of the door, and to stand ready to pop a flashbang through the door before they stormed through the door.
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Taken aback by the horse's air of authority, Ray remained where he was, slumped behind the sandbags. Although the pulsing pain in his arm almost took his breath away, he still kept his head on a swivel, checking for any hostiles that might have flanked the troop. He still had a few questions on his mind. "Why didn't they have armored support," he said, having forgotten that the radio was still on, "I thought I'd feel the heavy thrum of Panzers in my teeth as soon as we hit the beach." Ray kept a firm grip on the handgun, but he was slowly losing consciousness; the pain was getting stronger as the seconds ticked by. He maneuvered into a more comfortable position, as he tried to keep his mind focused. As he sat, watchings the troop move into the complex, something dawned on him. "This was too easy," he said, as his voice got slowly weaker and weaker, "they've set a trap, I just know it."
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Ryan charge up to the sandbags and jumpin I remembered him from the helicopter his leadership was outstanding, I see him motion me to the other side of the door I put my shoulder to the wall and top of my m4 mag i pop it back in and let it hang from my shoulder on the strap I pull a flashbang off my vest and get ready to pull the pin "open the door when your ready Ill throw the flashbang in and then you close the door again when it goes off we go in"
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Ryan nodded, pulling his goggles into place, and adjusting his neck scarf. Thumbing the safety off of the M4, he nodded behind him to the others stacked up in formation on the door before taking a breath and then rapidly opening the door a crack. The moment after Ben threw the flashbang, he pulled it closed. As soon as the 'thump' of detonation came, he booted the door open hard with one booted hoof and swung around the door frame, bringing the M4 up to his shoulder.
Right away, he opened fire in short bursts, aiming for the centre of mass each time. Uniformed hostiles went down, sprawling in the dusty confines of the bunker complex.
"Keep moving," called the horse. "More hostiles ahead. Keep our formation tight and-"
He was cut off as he ducked low under a burst of fire; ahead of them a small unit of four enemy soldiers armed with assault rifles rounded a corner, moving professionally and precisely, rifles tightly tucked into their shoulders.
"Take them down," called Ryan. "And move up - there must be something down here they're trying to keep us away from"
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I see Ryan open the door slightly I pull the pin on the flash bang and toss it in the door it closes quickly and a thump goes off and a couple shouts could he heard through the door. I see Ryan hop back from the wall and kick the door in hard breaking the frame few burst of fire are heard before I pop in the door m4 to my shoulder the un uniformed hostiles dropped quickly I hear Ryan telling us to move forward. Then shots rang out from another source I quickly dive for cover and see the enemy moving very organized and fast "they seem to be enemy spec ops sir" I shout out then begin returning fire
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After hearing the clatter of automatic fire, Ray stumbled his way to the door, the Beretta barely in his hand. He hit the wall, and slumped against it. He began panting, trying to call one of his nearby squad mates. "Ha...guys...I...I'm not sure how long I can stay conscious...sh-should I move up?" Ray continued to listen to the clatter of fire. "There's no way this isn't a trap...those weapons sound too new, too accurate. This is a setup, I just know it."
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Ryan held back as he heard Ray's increasingly weak voice. As he stumbled and leant heavily against the wall, the stallion cursed blindly and fell back, covering his squadmates with a long burst of fire.
"Ben! Fall back to the door. Ray needs assistance. We can't leave 'im on his own!"
Falling back to Ray's side, Ryan let his M4 dangle by its' sling, instead drawing his P-226 and covering back toward the door, as he put one arm under Ray's side, lifting him and bodily dragging him back toward the door. Laying him down outside of the bunker and clear of the enemies' fire, he pushed the PTT button for his radio, speaking on the wider frequency.
"This is Kincaide. I have a man down and wounded, I need medical attention over here!"
"Roger, Kincaide," came the reply. "We'll get a corpsman over to you pronto. Stand fast!"
Ryan confirmed with a double-click of his mike, before tearing his own medical kit from the velcro panel on his body armour. While only minimal by comparison to the full kits of the medical corpsmen, it was still some use, as was the training he'd received in battlefield first aid.
Squatting beside his comrade, he gave a brief examination of the wound, cutting away the fatigues from around the wound, before dousing it with disinfectant powder, and a little clotting agent. A shot of painkiller, and then a tight, clean bandage dressed and prevented the wound from festering or getting any worse as he crouched in cover, scooping up his M4 again.
"Stick with us mate," he said to Ray, gently clasping his shoulder. "The medics on his way, and you'll be all together soon, lad".
Around them, the battle had died down. The initial heavy assault by the taskforces' superior firepower and numbers had pushed the enemy into running and hiding attacks, and turned the battle into a hit-and-run affair, with the other, more conventional forces pushing into the jungle-thick interior of the island and it's ramshackle complexes, and calling in air support whenever the enemy put up anything more than meagre resistance - and the pilots were only too happy to oblige.
The complex the Shadow Spear team had found looked to be one of a few more hardened redoubts, and likely the home of their intelligence and information.
A scrabble of boots and a shouted recognition phrase heralded the arrival of the medic and a duo of escorts. The Mink skidded down the lip of the dugout with a small shower of Earth, and lowered her backpack to the ground.
"Hold tight, sir," she declared to Ray. "We'll have you sorted in a jiffy".
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Ray looked at her with mock disdain, barely conscious. "That's what....what the last guy said. I jus...just need a little morphine...I think the bullet fractured my shoulder blade...It hurts to breathe." He slumped over, eyes fluttering. As the darkness of sleep enveloped his vision, he spoke one more time. "I'm...not comin' back out to the field am I...sir?"
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Ryan grimaced and exchanged a look with the medic, who rolled her eyes.
"Stop exaggerating, you big baby," she said back. "It's an in-and-out. I can tell from looking that it didn't hit anything vital. You've got some serious tissue damage, and the muscle and bone are bruised from the impact of the round. Plus, you know, you've been shot, which I'm lead to believe hurts a lot. You've lost a fair amount of blood. I can get you back on your feet, but you'll need some serious attention when you get back aboard ship."
The medic went to work quickly, her hands moving nimbly. Pressed into service as her assistant, Ryan took care of passing her vital supplies, and cleaning up the mess as she worked. She anaesthetized the Raccoon with a small dosage, after shaving the area around the wound of fur. Working deftly and quickly, she disinfected the deep gunshot wound, sewing the wounds up, after making sure to examine the passage the round had taken. There was no further danger of the internal injuries spreading, so the mink cleaned the area, bandaging it after administering a small amount of morphine to dull the pain.
The process in whole took a little over half an hour, and the anaesthetic began to wear off as she packed away her equipment. She passed a handful of candy bars to Ryan, and a bottle of water.
"Drink plenty of fluids," she said to Ray, clearly and slowly, shining a light in his eyes. "And make sure to eat plenty as well. Avoid too much strenuous activity - though, obviously, you'll have to be back on the field - and make sure to report to the infirmary the moment you get back aboard ship for a checkup - and minimal duty".
"You heard the lady," replied Ryan, his accent a deep burr in his voice. "Now, get your armour back on, and get on your feet. Stay to the rear of the formation, and cover our backs. We'll take care of business up front. And remind me, when we get back to ship, to find you a bloody rifle to use instead of that peashooter," he added, nodding to the M9
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Ray sat for a second, and blinked rapidly, before shooting Ryan a thumbs up. "Well, I certainly do feel better. But, I'm not sure I can use a rifle. A submachinegun, maybe. This pistol isn't gonna cut it, especially against those men, who, I'm sure, are using more modern weapons then the yahoos we fought on the beach." Ray looked about, and found an MP7 dropped by a soldier. "This'll do it." He stands up, and checks the magazine on the MP7. Half-full, should be fine, he thought to himself, before falling in beside Ryan. "Now what, sir?"
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"Aye, no' bad," remarked the horse dismissively as the raccoon picked up the PDW. "It'll do yeh fer now until we get back ta th' ship. Right," he asserted. "Let's regroup and then get ready to go back in there an' find out what those bastards are up to. Check yer mags, take some water, and smoke 'em if yeh got 'em" he addressed the group, "and then let's breach an' enter. Five minutes, lads. See if yeh can scrounge up some more ammo fer than an' all," he added to Ray, pointing to the MP7. "I reckon we've nay seen th' last of the shootin".
The horse laid his rifle don't a moment, and pulled a pack of smokes from a pouch on his vest, lighting one from a battered zippo light as he sat down, before reloading the M203, the empty casing for a grenade clattering to the ground. He followed suit with his rifle, before sitting down and finishing off the cigarette.
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Ben goes on his knee behind the sandbags and watches the door while the medic fixed the coon up. I see that he stands back up I motion for him after he picks up the mp7 "give me my m9 back" I say sternly still keeping my M4 pointed at the door ready for anything that comes through
I hear ray shout out to load up and smoke up, I laugh lightly and top off my M4 mag then pull out a pack and put a cigarette in my mouth an light it with a match, I throw the match to the ground and let out a puff of smoke, and smile a bit
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A half-hour or so later, Ryan flicked the butt of his cigarette away, the cherry glowing as it tumbled through the air and to the ground. Crumpling up the remains of his ration pack and shoving them into his pack, he stood up.
"A'reet you lot, look alive. We've had a nice sit down and a bite of grub, and now it's time to get on with work. Thoughtfully, command 'ave sent us a few more warm bodies to make up the numbers." he gestured to a tall, powerfully built female badger and a smaller and much more slender Coyote. Both were attired as the rest of the squad, in their full combat gear and carried weapons. The Badger held an H&K MG4 light machine-gun, while the Coyote held an FN-P90 SMG lightly in both hands.
"This is Sabine Dachs, from the German KSK and Riley Locke of Canada's JTF2. They'll be joining us on operations, and have the same training, background and expertise as th' rest of yeh. So, they've earned their place here, an' we can use their help, right?"
The pair nodded, while Ryan picked up his weapon once more.
"A'right," Ryan continued. "Here's the situation - The tunnel complex we were set to breach has been cleared out by the US Marines. However, there's still another holdout on the far side of the island. The conventional forces have them pinned in there right now, but it's no gonnae take 'em long to either escape, or chew up the Marines gettin' in fer long eno' fer 'em tae burn wha'ever info they've gae in there anyways. So, it's up to us ta get in there an' show those wee tossers that it's no nice to keep guests waitin'. The complex is at the far end of the island, and recon's identified what looks like there might be an entrance underwater, through a submerged dock. We're to infiltrate via this area, swimming in. Then we'll both recover any hard drives with data, and additionally set charges to cripple their fuel and ammunition stocks to let the forces outside get in. Th' MO this time gonnae be smooth and silent, lotsa creepin' around in th' dark and bein' quiet. There's gonna be a lot more'a them then us, an' I fer one dinnae feel like seein' any morea ye get yesselfs hurt, a'reet? So, gather yer crap, and we'll be takin' a ride back ta the boat".
The thunder of rotor blades coming in close by filled the air, along with a sudden dust-storm as a Twin Huey touched down, lights flashing and engines running. Waving them on, Ray hurried the team aboard, before seating himself on the edge of the cabin, booted hooves resting on the skids.
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Ray loads into the chopper, keeping a firm hand on the MP7. "Is this a bad time to mention that I hate closed spaces?" He chuckles, looking at the rest of the squad. "Just kidding, I grew up at the controls of a Bradley. Small spaces make for dangerous places, though." Ray checks his pack, moving the small welding kit and demo charges worriedly. "I hope I brought that water proof stuff, though. Ah, yes I did. RXD, never leave base without it, right sir?" He digs around the charges, finds a waterproof match, and places it between his teeth, gnawing worriedly.
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"We're nae gaen' straight inta th' water, mate," Ryan yelled, leaning closer to be heard over the sound of the choppers engines and the rotors. With the cabin door open, it was a hell of a din. "Like I said, we're gaen' back ta th' ship first. My combats aren't exactly waterproof, and I cannae hold me breath fer that long neither, bein' a smoker an all. Nae ta mention we all need ta restock ammo an' all, and draw our gear fer a sneaky-beaky assault, like, rather than th' all out door-kickin' approach we taken so far, eh?"
He slapped the other man on the back lightly. "Nae worry about the whirlybird tho, we'll be there in a minute!"
He pointed out the flat-topped shape of the Landing Ship; the USS Wasp, that they had embarked from barely a few hours before. As then, it was running with full lights on. A handful of the aircraft had recovered to her deck, while others were running casualty evac and resupply missions off of the deck as the huey swung in for a landing toward the rear of the ship.
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I sit quietly at the back of the chopper and check my gear a bit making sure I didn't forget anything then I remember I forgot my M9 back at the sandbags
I think to myself "I'll find another one"
I look at the two new members of SPEARHEAD thinking of the fears they may have completed.
"So ya think I'll be able to get a boot knife back on the boat" I say laying my M4 across my lap then taking my helmet off.
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Ray looked out at the boat. "Ah...home away from home. Right *I tap Ben on the shoulder* I owe you a Beretta, right? Follow me, when we get debriefed, I'll get it." He stares, dreamlike, at the ship, recalling the first time he got deployed. "I wonder...hey, sir? Do we have any submersibles? SDV's, sleds, exo's? I never took in the inventory before we left." Ray removed his helmet, looked at the back, and chuckled. "Demolition is my mission. Gotta love the 36th."
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Spear please welcome your new officer, 1st lieutenant Urani. He is a green beret and a pilot.