[i]Bagram Field, Control center[/i] General Felix Lawrence called to his adjutant, "Get me Team Cordite on the line do it quick!" The colonel nodded and ran off, other members of the control center team quickly getting things in place. The general brings up a partial 3D map of the operation area. Soon Nolan and Andrew are on a direct link to Felix from the FOB. Felix turns to look at them, "Gentlemen, you're the first in. I need eyes, I've got drones flying sorties day in and day out. And the cocksuckers know it. They put fake targets down, and then put real emplacements among them, and the drones can't tell the fucking difference seven god damn times out of ten. I want boots on the ground and eyes on. You guys have the long eye, we can place you where ever you think you need to go. But we need you out there. I'm sending in a stealthed up, dolled up, mother f-ing tech chopper in for you." He took a moment to look at the map, "I need intell. from you two. Send back anything you see, troop numbers, emplacement locations, patrol paths. They shouldn't have anything further then a kilometer or a kilometer and a half out from the fort they are in. Scout what you can, pay close attention to the only real ground path we have up, that zig-zagging strip of shit that winds it's way up the mountain." He looked at the feed from the FOB, "Get it done gentlemen, grab what you need, I had about enough weapons, ammo and materials shipped out there over the last few weeks to arm several battalions several times over. Pick what you need and want." ------------------- Carl limped his way into FOB Grimsy's intelligence trailer following behind Ross and Jenny. He was still waking with a limp, and had a military issue cane to help him walk. The Medics said he was well on the mend, but needed to take it a little easy for atleast another day before getting in his armor again. His ankle was all wrapped up to keep the stability of it. They had seen Nolan and Andrew hopping out quick and in a hurry earlier. Gathering up kit and kabooble. News they were going to be the first out and into the field for this. Strong eyes, long distance, reach out and touch the person you had to be spying on. Guess that worked out. Carl groaned hopping over so he could lean on a table. As he did he caught sight of an image on one of the projector boards. The back of a head, and a back. Belonging to a man dressed in camo fatigues, and the hint of a rank. Carl hrmed. Then tried to straighten up. When he finally did, the man turns around to look at the camera, "Ah, Team Knight. Captain Henderson, Lieutenant Cardinal, Sargeant Morrison. A pleasure to meet you three. Been hearing good shit about all three of you, Captain, Lieutenant, heard you gentlemen just came out of the shit. How's the ankle LeTee?" Carl winced, trying to keep his stance while on the stile tender ankle, "Doing okay sir. Give me another day or so and I'll be at one hundred percent once again." Felix nodded, "You'll have the time. We need to get Team Cordite in there first, gather some intell. that our drones can't. Now what we know is that these turds that are left over, are the blue bloods of this little group. They are the best, and they are highly technically kitted out. So that means even if you guys are armored out the asshole and back again, it means they have the long range explosives that can make your day interesting. So yes you three are going in just behind Cordite's speartip. You three pave the way, along with some of your friends from Blue Sword. Might remember them. Victor and Natalie? Those two genetic giants. Them, and some of their choice soldiers will be joining you three. Along with atleast fifty thousand good soldiers from several affected nations. You will most definitely not be alone." He nodded to the trio. "SO let's get down to brass tacks." The picture changed to show an overhead view of Fort Breshna. Seemed to be recorded footage from a drone. The picture turned slowly as the drone buzzed around the Fort. In the recording fighters could be seen moving about, each and everyone of them was visibly armed and armored. They looked less a jihadist or terrorist group and more a private military or para-military group. As they watched a few technicals came driving up to the gate, and allowed in, shortly after what looked like a light armored vehicle rolled out of a garage and out the gate. The short 4 minute long clip was cut short when the drone cut sharply and the words, [i]MANPADs detected[/i] flashed on the display. Felix sighed, "We've sent out sorties like that with survillence drones several times now. We've managed to count out at most five hundred seperate individuals. All armed to the teeth, and atleast one more of those LAVs on sight and we think atleast one light tank or other IFV. Judging by all the munitions they have on site anyway. We've never seen it in the open though. Too much cover, and the back of the fort pushes right up against the tall peak, could be underground areas in there. When you go in, we're dropping you lot in ahead of the group. HALO dropping you above the base hopefully coming down along the road, during cover of night. With Cordite in place you'll be in perfect position to get things really confused. On your way up looking for IEDs and other traps that might slow the advance of the main force. Get in and start havoc. The rest of the task force will follow in force. If their attention isn't on the front, we can push up the road fast as we can, tanks and armored vehicles with infantry close behind. Get kitted up, get healed up. You have three days. There's new kit already flown in if you need anything else." He nodded at the three, "That's all for now you two. the FOB can get in touch with me if you need anything else. Dismissed for now."