[FMP-SH]SOULs2 [spin off] (Blame SL) Mission1
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 12:30 am
Special Operations Unit Land and Sea Team 2
::mission status: Active::
:: Sierra Leone coastal point 30 KM south of Pujehun 2000 hours ::
Sierra Leone was a hot spot of activity. Off and on fighting had finally settled out when the UN had deployed. The UN had put an end to the fighting and then left but they missed some one, a lesser-known Militia leader had hidden out and built his forces up soon he would strike his troops would over whelm the Indigenous security forces and take back what was theirs or that was the plan.
A pair of guards walked the fence line. There AK47’s slung loosely against their frames. they paid little attention to there duties, but even if they had they would never have seen the tiny dots of infrared light on there chests. The only people who could see that were the “frog men” lying in the surf with drawn weapons.
They had been there for almost a half an hour lying in the surf. During that time they had buried their scuba tanks and unpacked their silenced assault weapons. Each one wore a camouflage ballistic dry suit, face paints and a AN/Pvs –18 night vision unit. The Team was an elite their mission well drilled and expert, at so much as a blink they were more then capable of turning the guards in to "Swiss cheeses". But they wanted stealth right now and allowed the pair to pass in peace. Once clear the unit leader signaled for his team to move out. They quickly and silently moved on to the beach.
Using hand signals the Leader (Major Richard “Templar” Anderson a former Delta force operative) told his team of 8 to break up in to two groups, and make approaches to the target camp from two different routs. The Teams second officer (LT. Rina “Shadow” Former CIA ) gave him a pat of approval and moved her group to the south rout well the leader moved his to the north.
Soon the two teams took up hidden positions on opposite sides of the enemy camp.
The Leader flipped up his night vision goggles and put a night vision scope to his eyes. He zoomed the scope, looking the camp over. He counted vehicles, solders, and tents. He pressed the control on his secure team radio.
“Templar to shadow do you read?”
Over the team radio he heard the soft voice of Rina
“ Shadow here sir”
he depressed the radio control again
“What you got over there Shadow?”
letting the control slack he took a breath.
“ I count 30 Hostels packing a heavy mixture of AK47’s, various small arms and Explosive devices plus 16 RK92’s a pair of T 54’s a BTR a BMP and a BRDM and a fuel truck. How about you sir?”
he depressed the control again.
“16 more RK92’s no armor a ammo truck and I Got a fully armed Hind D parked on the tarmac. GPS the fuel trucks for Tango 1 I will GPS the Ammo truck for Tango 2”
Rina's voice broke in again.
“Sir I think I have some thing of interest large tent just to the left of the south east guard tower”
Templar zoomed in that area a small group of men were talking.
“Who’s got your eye shadow?”
He inquired of the former intelligence operative.
“I am Painting him now”
A green light hit the back of one of the men’s heads
“He is Muhammad ali Hussein a Terrorist wanted by the Israel, the UK, the USSR and the USA responsible for at least 100 deaths via terrorist acts that he planned.”
Templar Remembered the name. he was a Mithril target of opportunity. a man how was to be eliminated on sight. Templar depressed the talk button on his radio.
“Roger that Tag that spot with the GPS as Tango3 we will drop the cruse missile right on his butt.”
Rina's chuckle came over the radio.
“I like the way you think sir”
Templar ducked back from the hill and read off the 3 GPS quadrants to the radio man (Sgt. Maj. Anna “Call-box” Lee)
:: 1000 KM away approximately depth 60 meters Mithril Atlantic fleet submarine SS Noah’s Ark NA1 ::
Commander Sergey Voinovich sat in his chair this mission had him worried Mithril felt it very important. In the 30 years he had served as a Naval officer only three times had the importance of an operation been stressed as much as this.
“ Con, Radio”
“Radio this is Con what do you have?”
“Sir The Team just sent in their Target Quadrants.”
“weaps input the Targets. Radio Tell that team to get their Asses out of there A lot of heat is inbound!”
as ordered the weapon’s officer quickly programmed the Tomahawk Cruise missiles and then opened the launch doors.
“Fire the Missiles.”
The three missiles erupted from their tubes. They each broke through the water releasing their rocket booster motors as they hit the Sky.
:: Out side the enemy camp ::
Templar pressed the talk control on his chest
“OK people lets get out of dodge”
suddenly a voice broke through his radio
“TW ( SFC Nizhoni “Tranquil Water” one of the two the teams snipers) to Templar I think we have a problem.”
Templar disliked the sound of that call.
“What’s up TW?”
He inquired.
“Sir I have November Charlie’s repeats non combatants."
Templar let out a whisper.
"Hostages? Hotel Foxtrot Sierra Where did they come from?”
He depressed the talk button again.
“ TW where are they?”
Over the radio the sniper took a breath.
“Third tent from the north guard tower.”
Templar looked through his night vision scope. she was right. Templar could see through the opening of the tent, two hostages where there should have been none.
This mission was not supposed to have any collateral damage Damn it. He glanced at his watch and then back at the hind D. His mind worked fast rattling off possibilities until he settled on his choice of action. He depressed the Call button on his radio
“ OK people new plan, we are going active. we have just one hour to secure those hostages TW, Capo (Sgt. Vincent “Capo” Soprano the team's other sniper) you to provide cover I want those two safe as can be. Romulus ,Remus (staff Sgt.'s Christopher “Romulus” and Matthew “Remus” Rowe twin brothers who manned the Teams machine guns) you two make a big show and head for the hind. Fire storm( Sgt. Claudia “Fire storm” Adler team Demolitions ) set some Demo turn those savages in to salvage scrap. then you and shadow make your way to the Hind , Zombie (Medic Felipe “Zombie” Loh ) Call-box your with me That Hind is our way out people Move out !!”
Three guards warmed them selves around a fire, before any could react they were all nailed in the back of the head with a 5.56-mm bullet fired from the silenced G36K and G36C's of Templar, Call-box and Zombie.
A guard in one of the towers thought he heard some thing he went to check over the side a 9-mm bullet from the Walther P99 of Romulus caught him dead between the eyes. across the way a similar fate was met by the guard of the south tower
“Romulus to Templar North west tower secure”
“Remus to Templar South east Tower secure”
“Fire storm to Templar I set demo in the south west tower and planted a few charges in the armory I am ready to Scrap some savage."
“Capo To Templar I am all set”
“TW to templar I am ready lets rock.”
“OK Team we have 30 minutes Fire Storm Light up the night!”
:: in the leaders Tent ::
Muhammad Ail Hussein looked across from the self-appointed general.
“So you are not worried about the UN Acting?”
The warlord laughed.
“The Un Takes forever the only worry would be the Americans, but they are so busy in Afghanistan and Iraq that by the time they free up some forces for here it will be to late.”
Muhammad looked at the warlord with dismay.
“You are right of course but have you not heard of Mithril?”
“Mithril? What is that”
Muhammad sighed.
"Mithril is a threat larger then the americans in that they can act with out warning."
The Warlord laughed
"You sound frightened."
A massive Explosion Erupted. Instantly the Camp was chaos both men were thrown from the table. Shrapnel and exploding ammo filled the Air.
“IT MUST BE THE AMERICANS!!!”
Proclaimed The WarLord.
"I Fear I Spoke To late"
Lord-!! stated Muhammad.
In the night more blasts erupted. followed by secondary explosions like chinese new year times a million unused Ammunition "cooked off" as the heat caused there propellents to ignite.
:: in the hostage Tent Before the first blast ::
One of the guards spit on the hostages.
“French infidels I hope they don’t pay your ransom so I can decapitate you.”
A massive Explosion Erupted. Instantly the Camp was chaos
A Bullet nailed the first guard in the forehead the second guard was caught in the Neck .
“Qu'est ce que ce passe!!”( what is happening-!!)"
Yelled the frightened aid workers.
Remus the english born Former Royal Marine felt exhilarated as he swept the whole camp with his HK21E machine guns mowing down hostile' parties with 7.62mm firepower. he and his twin brother felt no fear after all there twin would watch his brother.
Romulus Mowed down a group of Fighters with His M60E4 he was in a perfect gun spot and could take out any target that showed him self. trying to get near the Armored vehicles.
Capo sat in a tree He picked and removed targets with his HK SL9Sd when ever some one came close to the hostage tent, the burly Brooklyn born italian american would deliver them to there maker with a 7.62x37mm round to the head
Tranquil Water a Navaho by birth who spent her child hood living on a reservation in the arizona desert. had placed herself in a tree opposite Capo. Her PSG1 was getting a work out tonight she had taken out the last Tower’s Guard and was now removing hostile elements at will.
Shadow fired her silenced G36K Carbine into the chest of a AK caring thug. Shadow was just as her name suggested a mystery Raised in an orphanage she never knew where she was born never knew her mother or father. she joined the CIA after graduating from collage on a Scholarship. she achieved allot and trained with the CIA's best.
Firestorm Knelt beneath the Wing let of the Hind D spraying the Hind's Flight crew as they Tried to get to there Beloved Gun ship. A german With Fiery red hair her code name was based on her looks her specialty and her attitude. she Partied harder then any man she ever knew.
Templar the All american Yankee born ex delta force commando army brat ran through the camp his HK G36C fitted with sound suppressor, Red dot optical sight and infrared laser projector held in his hands ready to be used at so much as a cough.
Zombie the new orleans native medic and self proclaimed " Voodoo Priest witch doctor" ran behind Templar his HkG36C blessed and ready to kill. call-box the Japanese Born Female Radio operator and former JSGDF soldier were in the center of the fray. They used hand grenades and sound suppressed G36 rifles. Blasting away with full auto bursts of 5.56 mm fire as they quickly made there way to the Hostage tent. when the reached the tent Zombie and Templar entered well call-box pinned down any enemy who might try and interfere.
The hostages were French UN humanitarian aid workers they had been off duty and wondered in to the wrong part of town where they had been kidnapped, bound and blindfolded. The hostage takers had been brutal but some thing was wrong tonight the guards suddenly seemed to vanish. They seemed to be alone but just as suddenly the hostages were not alone. Jean luc was worried that this might be it that they were going to die. he could hear gun shots and explosions. the blindfold was taken away and there in front of him was a black and green face with darkened glasses hiding piercing hazel eyes and a goatee. the Face Turned and said some thing in what Jean Luc guessed to be english.
“Zombie how are they doing?”
The medic Faced Templar. his dark Skin even darker due to the face paints he wear in the pattern of a Green Skull.
“ They can move they wont run a race but we can get them out of here.”
“Qui êtes-vous les gens?”(“Who are you people?")
Said Jean Luc.
“French?”
Asked Templar.
“Yes sir"
Replied Zombie.
"damn my French is pretty bad and I doubt any good.”
Templar stated.
“êtes-vous Navy Seals ou quelque chose?”(“Are you Navy Seals or some thing-??")
Asked the French man.
“they think we are navy seals sir.”
Translated Zombie.
“Well we may as well play along it will save us some time.”
Templar looked from zombie to the hostage. He reached down and pulled the Hissatsu knife strapped to his boot from it's sheath. the edge of the blacked blade glistened ever so slightly by the light of the distant fires. the French man's Eyes bulged in Fear. Templar grabbed the hostages hands and in a single strong move sliced through the ropes. he looked in to the Frenchman's eyes and Dug in to his mind half remembering the high school french classes that he really took to stare at girls.
“Je suis lieutenant Commander Richard Anderson, c'est une délivrance.”( "I am lieutenant commander Richard Anderson this is a rescue. ")
The French men's eyes lit up. Templar cut the bonds on the man's legs.
“Oui Oui”( yes Yes)
They proclaimed. Templar looked to his medic
"Zombie free them and get them ready to go"
Zombie nodded and got to work.
Templar hit the talk control on his radio
“We have 10 minutes people Romulus Remus, help secure the Hind Capo TW time to join the party. fire storm, Shadow hows our ride?”
Templar pulled the empty mag from his G36C and put a full one in its place.
the radio spoke the words he had waited for.
" Taxi is waiting the meter's running."
He then charged the Weapon. Templar looked at the hostages.
“Restez le bas et suivez-nous.” ("Stay down and follow us-!!")
Call-box opened the Opening to the tent
“Lets go Boys!”
Capo and TW rendezvous and switched to there UMP 9mm’s. they made there way through the chaos putting down close range fire.
Romulus and Remus used their 7.62 mm Machine guns to cut a path to the Hind.
Shadow opened the gunner’s cockpit of the hind And began a rushed preflight. Well Firestorm kept any one she did not know as friendly from coming any where near the huge Russian gun-ship.
Muhammad Ail Hussein Knew this was no longer the place to be. his only hope was the Hind he had brought with him it was armored and armed plus fast he could not allow the Americans or Mithril to get him. He was on his own and in the chaos he had gotten lost,
but now he knew he was near the chopper and freedom. As he turned the corner he was almost shot by a tall Woman-!! The infidel allowed women to fire at men! He just barely ducked in time.
Romulus and Remus turned the corner and ran the last few meters to relieve firestorm.
TW tossed an AN-M8 HC smoke screen Grenade instantly the area behind her was filled with a blinding fog. She and Capo made a brake for the hind.
Templar, Call-box and zombie kept a running wall of fire going covering the two hostages the made it in to view of the hind. There was only a few seconds left
“Entrez dans l'hélicoptère! et restez le bas!”( "Get in the Helicopter-!! And Stay Down! ") Yelled Zombie as he sprayed the enemy.
Templar drained the last of the magazine in to a group of militia, well zombie and call box helped load the Hostages in to the Chopper. He then dropped the empty weapon and tossed the last of his HG85 Fragmentation grenades. Before hopping into the empty Pilot’s cockpit.
“Shadow lets say good bye before we go.”
He said as he closed the pilots Bubble.
“Roger that sir”
Shadow smiled as she armed the weapons systems.
Templar lifted the collector and the Ugly monster of a helicopter lifted off the ground.
the sound was defining as the Huge Monster of a russian Built attack helicopter Revved and lifted off the ground. the turbulence of the Choppers blades forced the smoke to clear enough for Muhammad Ail Hussein to see his Beautiful Hind helicopter lift off the ground an Enemy At the controls. The chopper turned and Let out a furry of rockets, missiles, machine gun and 23-mm cannon fire before it banked away and made a running brake for it. as he stared in Shock another sound came to his ears. Muhammad turned to the see just in time to see 3 avenging angels, Tomahawk Cruise missiles coming in low and fast. Muhammad turned and ran as fast as his legs by the grace of Allah could carry him and then the impact. He was picked up and thrown by the heat blast like a Rag doll. And then every thing was black.
The fireball was spectacular, the view from the windows of the crew cabin of the hind was truly the best seat in the house.
Templar Depressed the Call button on his Radio.
“Zombie put our guest to bed please.”
Zombie dug in to his med kit and pulled out 2 sedatives.
“Right Boss.” he said in to the radio. turning to face the Hostages Zombie smiled.
“Je suis désolé mais rêves doux des gens”( " I am sorry but Sweet dreams guys.")
Jean Luc was about to protest what he knew was going to happen but it was too late a small hypodermic injector was already in his neck and the tranquilizer took effect instantly.
:: End Operation FIRST MEETING 001
SOULS team 2
::mission status: Active::
:: Sierra Leone coastal point 30 KM south of Pujehun 2000 hours ::
Sierra Leone was a hot spot of activity. Off and on fighting had finally settled out when the UN had deployed. The UN had put an end to the fighting and then left but they missed some one, a lesser-known Militia leader had hidden out and built his forces up soon he would strike his troops would over whelm the Indigenous security forces and take back what was theirs or that was the plan.
A pair of guards walked the fence line. There AK47’s slung loosely against their frames. they paid little attention to there duties, but even if they had they would never have seen the tiny dots of infrared light on there chests. The only people who could see that were the “frog men” lying in the surf with drawn weapons.
They had been there for almost a half an hour lying in the surf. During that time they had buried their scuba tanks and unpacked their silenced assault weapons. Each one wore a camouflage ballistic dry suit, face paints and a AN/Pvs –18 night vision unit. The Team was an elite their mission well drilled and expert, at so much as a blink they were more then capable of turning the guards in to "Swiss cheeses". But they wanted stealth right now and allowed the pair to pass in peace. Once clear the unit leader signaled for his team to move out. They quickly and silently moved on to the beach.
Using hand signals the Leader (Major Richard “Templar” Anderson a former Delta force operative) told his team of 8 to break up in to two groups, and make approaches to the target camp from two different routs. The Teams second officer (LT. Rina “Shadow” Former CIA ) gave him a pat of approval and moved her group to the south rout well the leader moved his to the north.
Soon the two teams took up hidden positions on opposite sides of the enemy camp.
The Leader flipped up his night vision goggles and put a night vision scope to his eyes. He zoomed the scope, looking the camp over. He counted vehicles, solders, and tents. He pressed the control on his secure team radio.
“Templar to shadow do you read?”
Over the team radio he heard the soft voice of Rina
“ Shadow here sir”
he depressed the radio control again
“What you got over there Shadow?”
letting the control slack he took a breath.
“ I count 30 Hostels packing a heavy mixture of AK47’s, various small arms and Explosive devices plus 16 RK92’s a pair of T 54’s a BTR a BMP and a BRDM and a fuel truck. How about you sir?”
he depressed the control again.
“16 more RK92’s no armor a ammo truck and I Got a fully armed Hind D parked on the tarmac. GPS the fuel trucks for Tango 1 I will GPS the Ammo truck for Tango 2”
Rina's voice broke in again.
“Sir I think I have some thing of interest large tent just to the left of the south east guard tower”
Templar zoomed in that area a small group of men were talking.
“Who’s got your eye shadow?”
He inquired of the former intelligence operative.
“I am Painting him now”
A green light hit the back of one of the men’s heads
“He is Muhammad ali Hussein a Terrorist wanted by the Israel, the UK, the USSR and the USA responsible for at least 100 deaths via terrorist acts that he planned.”
Templar Remembered the name. he was a Mithril target of opportunity. a man how was to be eliminated on sight. Templar depressed the talk button on his radio.
“Roger that Tag that spot with the GPS as Tango3 we will drop the cruse missile right on his butt.”
Rina's chuckle came over the radio.
“I like the way you think sir”
Templar ducked back from the hill and read off the 3 GPS quadrants to the radio man (Sgt. Maj. Anna “Call-box” Lee)
:: 1000 KM away approximately depth 60 meters Mithril Atlantic fleet submarine SS Noah’s Ark NA1 ::
Commander Sergey Voinovich sat in his chair this mission had him worried Mithril felt it very important. In the 30 years he had served as a Naval officer only three times had the importance of an operation been stressed as much as this.
“ Con, Radio”
“Radio this is Con what do you have?”
“Sir The Team just sent in their Target Quadrants.”
“weaps input the Targets. Radio Tell that team to get their Asses out of there A lot of heat is inbound!”
as ordered the weapon’s officer quickly programmed the Tomahawk Cruise missiles and then opened the launch doors.
“Fire the Missiles.”
The three missiles erupted from their tubes. They each broke through the water releasing their rocket booster motors as they hit the Sky.
:: Out side the enemy camp ::
Templar pressed the talk control on his chest
“OK people lets get out of dodge”
suddenly a voice broke through his radio
“TW ( SFC Nizhoni “Tranquil Water” one of the two the teams snipers) to Templar I think we have a problem.”
Templar disliked the sound of that call.
“What’s up TW?”
He inquired.
“Sir I have November Charlie’s repeats non combatants."
Templar let out a whisper.
"Hostages? Hotel Foxtrot Sierra Where did they come from?”
He depressed the talk button again.
“ TW where are they?”
Over the radio the sniper took a breath.
“Third tent from the north guard tower.”
Templar looked through his night vision scope. she was right. Templar could see through the opening of the tent, two hostages where there should have been none.
This mission was not supposed to have any collateral damage Damn it. He glanced at his watch and then back at the hind D. His mind worked fast rattling off possibilities until he settled on his choice of action. He depressed the Call button on his radio
“ OK people new plan, we are going active. we have just one hour to secure those hostages TW, Capo (Sgt. Vincent “Capo” Soprano the team's other sniper) you to provide cover I want those two safe as can be. Romulus ,Remus (staff Sgt.'s Christopher “Romulus” and Matthew “Remus” Rowe twin brothers who manned the Teams machine guns) you two make a big show and head for the hind. Fire storm( Sgt. Claudia “Fire storm” Adler team Demolitions ) set some Demo turn those savages in to salvage scrap. then you and shadow make your way to the Hind , Zombie (Medic Felipe “Zombie” Loh ) Call-box your with me That Hind is our way out people Move out !!”
Three guards warmed them selves around a fire, before any could react they were all nailed in the back of the head with a 5.56-mm bullet fired from the silenced G36K and G36C's of Templar, Call-box and Zombie.
A guard in one of the towers thought he heard some thing he went to check over the side a 9-mm bullet from the Walther P99 of Romulus caught him dead between the eyes. across the way a similar fate was met by the guard of the south tower
“Romulus to Templar North west tower secure”
“Remus to Templar South east Tower secure”
“Fire storm to Templar I set demo in the south west tower and planted a few charges in the armory I am ready to Scrap some savage."
“Capo To Templar I am all set”
“TW to templar I am ready lets rock.”
“OK Team we have 30 minutes Fire Storm Light up the night!”
:: in the leaders Tent ::
Muhammad Ail Hussein looked across from the self-appointed general.
“So you are not worried about the UN Acting?”
The warlord laughed.
“The Un Takes forever the only worry would be the Americans, but they are so busy in Afghanistan and Iraq that by the time they free up some forces for here it will be to late.”
Muhammad looked at the warlord with dismay.
“You are right of course but have you not heard of Mithril?”
“Mithril? What is that”
Muhammad sighed.
"Mithril is a threat larger then the americans in that they can act with out warning."
The Warlord laughed
"You sound frightened."
A massive Explosion Erupted. Instantly the Camp was chaos both men were thrown from the table. Shrapnel and exploding ammo filled the Air.
“IT MUST BE THE AMERICANS!!!”
Proclaimed The WarLord.
"I Fear I Spoke To late"
Lord-!! stated Muhammad.
In the night more blasts erupted. followed by secondary explosions like chinese new year times a million unused Ammunition "cooked off" as the heat caused there propellents to ignite.
:: in the hostage Tent Before the first blast ::
One of the guards spit on the hostages.
“French infidels I hope they don’t pay your ransom so I can decapitate you.”
A massive Explosion Erupted. Instantly the Camp was chaos
A Bullet nailed the first guard in the forehead the second guard was caught in the Neck .
“Qu'est ce que ce passe!!”( what is happening-!!)"
Yelled the frightened aid workers.
Remus the english born Former Royal Marine felt exhilarated as he swept the whole camp with his HK21E machine guns mowing down hostile' parties with 7.62mm firepower. he and his twin brother felt no fear after all there twin would watch his brother.
Romulus Mowed down a group of Fighters with His M60E4 he was in a perfect gun spot and could take out any target that showed him self. trying to get near the Armored vehicles.
Capo sat in a tree He picked and removed targets with his HK SL9Sd when ever some one came close to the hostage tent, the burly Brooklyn born italian american would deliver them to there maker with a 7.62x37mm round to the head
Tranquil Water a Navaho by birth who spent her child hood living on a reservation in the arizona desert. had placed herself in a tree opposite Capo. Her PSG1 was getting a work out tonight she had taken out the last Tower’s Guard and was now removing hostile elements at will.
Shadow fired her silenced G36K Carbine into the chest of a AK caring thug. Shadow was just as her name suggested a mystery Raised in an orphanage she never knew where she was born never knew her mother or father. she joined the CIA after graduating from collage on a Scholarship. she achieved allot and trained with the CIA's best.
Firestorm Knelt beneath the Wing let of the Hind D spraying the Hind's Flight crew as they Tried to get to there Beloved Gun ship. A german With Fiery red hair her code name was based on her looks her specialty and her attitude. she Partied harder then any man she ever knew.
Templar the All american Yankee born ex delta force commando army brat ran through the camp his HK G36C fitted with sound suppressor, Red dot optical sight and infrared laser projector held in his hands ready to be used at so much as a cough.
Zombie the new orleans native medic and self proclaimed " Voodoo Priest witch doctor" ran behind Templar his HkG36C blessed and ready to kill. call-box the Japanese Born Female Radio operator and former JSGDF soldier were in the center of the fray. They used hand grenades and sound suppressed G36 rifles. Blasting away with full auto bursts of 5.56 mm fire as they quickly made there way to the Hostage tent. when the reached the tent Zombie and Templar entered well call-box pinned down any enemy who might try and interfere.
The hostages were French UN humanitarian aid workers they had been off duty and wondered in to the wrong part of town where they had been kidnapped, bound and blindfolded. The hostage takers had been brutal but some thing was wrong tonight the guards suddenly seemed to vanish. They seemed to be alone but just as suddenly the hostages were not alone. Jean luc was worried that this might be it that they were going to die. he could hear gun shots and explosions. the blindfold was taken away and there in front of him was a black and green face with darkened glasses hiding piercing hazel eyes and a goatee. the Face Turned and said some thing in what Jean Luc guessed to be english.
“Zombie how are they doing?”
The medic Faced Templar. his dark Skin even darker due to the face paints he wear in the pattern of a Green Skull.
“ They can move they wont run a race but we can get them out of here.”
“Qui êtes-vous les gens?”(“Who are you people?")
Said Jean Luc.
“French?”
Asked Templar.
“Yes sir"
Replied Zombie.
"damn my French is pretty bad and I doubt any good.”
Templar stated.
“êtes-vous Navy Seals ou quelque chose?”(“Are you Navy Seals or some thing-??")
Asked the French man.
“they think we are navy seals sir.”
Translated Zombie.
“Well we may as well play along it will save us some time.”
Templar looked from zombie to the hostage. He reached down and pulled the Hissatsu knife strapped to his boot from it's sheath. the edge of the blacked blade glistened ever so slightly by the light of the distant fires. the French man's Eyes bulged in Fear. Templar grabbed the hostages hands and in a single strong move sliced through the ropes. he looked in to the Frenchman's eyes and Dug in to his mind half remembering the high school french classes that he really took to stare at girls.
“Je suis lieutenant Commander Richard Anderson, c'est une délivrance.”( "I am lieutenant commander Richard Anderson this is a rescue. ")
The French men's eyes lit up. Templar cut the bonds on the man's legs.
“Oui Oui”( yes Yes)
They proclaimed. Templar looked to his medic
"Zombie free them and get them ready to go"
Zombie nodded and got to work.
Templar hit the talk control on his radio
“We have 10 minutes people Romulus Remus, help secure the Hind Capo TW time to join the party. fire storm, Shadow hows our ride?”
Templar pulled the empty mag from his G36C and put a full one in its place.
the radio spoke the words he had waited for.
" Taxi is waiting the meter's running."
He then charged the Weapon. Templar looked at the hostages.
“Restez le bas et suivez-nous.” ("Stay down and follow us-!!")
Call-box opened the Opening to the tent
“Lets go Boys!”
Capo and TW rendezvous and switched to there UMP 9mm’s. they made there way through the chaos putting down close range fire.
Romulus and Remus used their 7.62 mm Machine guns to cut a path to the Hind.
Shadow opened the gunner’s cockpit of the hind And began a rushed preflight. Well Firestorm kept any one she did not know as friendly from coming any where near the huge Russian gun-ship.
Muhammad Ail Hussein Knew this was no longer the place to be. his only hope was the Hind he had brought with him it was armored and armed plus fast he could not allow the Americans or Mithril to get him. He was on his own and in the chaos he had gotten lost,
but now he knew he was near the chopper and freedom. As he turned the corner he was almost shot by a tall Woman-!! The infidel allowed women to fire at men! He just barely ducked in time.
Romulus and Remus turned the corner and ran the last few meters to relieve firestorm.
TW tossed an AN-M8 HC smoke screen Grenade instantly the area behind her was filled with a blinding fog. She and Capo made a brake for the hind.
Templar, Call-box and zombie kept a running wall of fire going covering the two hostages the made it in to view of the hind. There was only a few seconds left
“Entrez dans l'hélicoptère! et restez le bas!”( "Get in the Helicopter-!! And Stay Down! ") Yelled Zombie as he sprayed the enemy.
Templar drained the last of the magazine in to a group of militia, well zombie and call box helped load the Hostages in to the Chopper. He then dropped the empty weapon and tossed the last of his HG85 Fragmentation grenades. Before hopping into the empty Pilot’s cockpit.
“Shadow lets say good bye before we go.”
He said as he closed the pilots Bubble.
“Roger that sir”
Shadow smiled as she armed the weapons systems.
Templar lifted the collector and the Ugly monster of a helicopter lifted off the ground.
the sound was defining as the Huge Monster of a russian Built attack helicopter Revved and lifted off the ground. the turbulence of the Choppers blades forced the smoke to clear enough for Muhammad Ail Hussein to see his Beautiful Hind helicopter lift off the ground an Enemy At the controls. The chopper turned and Let out a furry of rockets, missiles, machine gun and 23-mm cannon fire before it banked away and made a running brake for it. as he stared in Shock another sound came to his ears. Muhammad turned to the see just in time to see 3 avenging angels, Tomahawk Cruise missiles coming in low and fast. Muhammad turned and ran as fast as his legs by the grace of Allah could carry him and then the impact. He was picked up and thrown by the heat blast like a Rag doll. And then every thing was black.
The fireball was spectacular, the view from the windows of the crew cabin of the hind was truly the best seat in the house.
Templar Depressed the Call button on his Radio.
“Zombie put our guest to bed please.”
Zombie dug in to his med kit and pulled out 2 sedatives.
“Right Boss.” he said in to the radio. turning to face the Hostages Zombie smiled.
“Je suis désolé mais rêves doux des gens”( " I am sorry but Sweet dreams guys.")
Jean Luc was about to protest what he knew was going to happen but it was too late a small hypodermic injector was already in his neck and the tranquilizer took effect instantly.
:: End Operation FIRST MEETING 001
SOULS team 2
