Breach didn't sit down when she got in the helicopter... well, she didn't sit in a seat anyway. She sat cross-legged on the floor of the heli as the team flew to their mission location. She perked up when her name was called, and happily chimed in. "I'm impartial to what I do, as long as I can be a good member of this team." To be honest, she could provide a good sneak due to her being so small, and if hostile choppers come near, she might be able to try and blast one out of the sky. She giggled at the thought of that. A flaming chunk of military-grade aircraft plummeting because a grenade landed on it. It sounded like the 4th of July. Breach couldn't wait for this mission.

Tyler hopped up into the heli. Looking about then taking a seat mid way down one side. He let out a light little grunt as he sat on the seat, rolling his shoulders and getting comfy for now. He grabbed the earpiece when it was handed to him, putting it into his ear, nodding when it was set. He rubbed his jaw just below his ear to get used to the feeling. And was shocked out of his own little world when someone beside him spoke he turns and grins seeing the red maple leaf on his fatigues. He smiled a little. Then perked up even more, "Samson Cree Nation. Just south of Leduc. Did my basic at CFB Wainwright with a little at CFB Edmonton as well. Once CSOR and CJIRU got their hooks in me I did alot of training out of CFB Petawawa and CFB Trenton. So I've been back and forth across the Great White North. But Alberta will always be home." He grins brightly.

He looks over sharply when he hears his callsign. His eyes resting on Merlin. Committing the bearded man's profile to mind. He nods, then turns back to Adam, "Tyler Crowstep, callsign Blacktail. Pleased to meet you Mr. Delgado. Look forward to working with you. Now, how about you? Where you from? What end of the land of the Maple Leaf do you come from eh?"

"Thank you, Commander," Sergeant First Class Morse, also known as Dash placed his notebook back in his pocket. He had secured VHF radio frequencies and call signs for VFA-102 Diamondbacks. The squadron consists of twelve F/A-18F Super Hornets. The squadron commander told SFC Morse they would have a flight of four Super Hornets available for Close Air Support to provide ordnance wherever needed during their operation. Sergeant Morse shared his callsign, Dash Three Seven with the Diamondback's Squadron Commander to help coordinate air strikes if needed.

Sergeant Morse hefted his pack and followed the others out onto the helicopters taking them into Indonesia. He retrieved the earpiece and listened to the British SAS NCO talking with the Team Commander, Captain JB Upton. 'Man, he does look a lot like Jason Bourne,' Tyus Morse thought to himself. He listened to Chief Bastion detail his ideas and suggestions to the Captain. Tyus silently approved of the Chief's ideas. When the opportunity arose, he piped up, "Eagle, this is Dash. Prior to departing CVN-73, I secured radio frequencies and call signs for the US Navy's VFA-102. Commander Little, the squadron Commander informed me that he could have a flight of four F/A-18F Super Hornet's available to us if we need Close Air Support. I have comms and they are up." As a US Army Special Forces soldier, SFC Morse had training and experience serving with both US Air Force and US Naval Attack Aircraft, working as a Tactical Air Controller.

Sergeant Morse looked around at the others aboard the helicopter to get a feel for who Wolfman, Chip and Breach were. They would be his teammates pretty soon.

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Sergeant Czerepusko became familiar with Corporal Thatcher. "OK, Wraith. Thanks for working with me. You are the boss and call out the targets for me. Give me corrections as needed, OK?" Scooter wanted to establish a good rapport with his spotter. "If you like we can swap roles once in a while. That way you can be the shooter and I'll be the spotter."

Scooter boarded his helicopter with Wraith and received his earpiece. He listened in on the conversation with Chief Bastion and Captain Upton. It looked like he and Wraith would be providing overwatch on the ground. They would need to hike up into the hills to find a clear line of sight that afforded decent visuals of the countryside and potential Area of Operations.

"Yeah, I like it, we hit em from two sides, they'll have to splinter their force to deal with it. Of course their numbers are bolstered by the local insurgents, Valverde. The one danger of approaching from the jungle is the very real possibility that they've mined it. Recon'll sort that out, of course, and we'll shift the plan as needed. I feel it's important to re-state that we won't engage until a full recon is established and we get eyes-on with Valkyrie operatives, we're here for intel more than anything else, so it'd be ideal if we can take at least one alive, and if the recon is right there's only a dozen of them, so we'll need to watch out, make sure we don't take out too many. As for air support, I'll run a call up the chain, see if we can get clearance from the local authority. If we're cleared, Dash will coordinate the strikes, but for now we'll operate under the assumption that we're on our own. Other than that I think we have a solid plan." JB glanced around the chopper "Any more questions?"

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Adam waited until the squad leaders had finished detailing the plan before he answered Blacktail.
"I've been all over really, but I was born in Newfoundland. Haven't been back in a few years, but like yourself, I'll always consider it home."

(I owe you all a post!)

Wizard looked back at Eagle, his mind back on the job at hand, nodding.
"Sounds good. Slow moving through a minefield, worst when it's in an environment like that without and tools, but once we get something mapped out with recon, we can figure out our approach. Take it step by step, reframe, and make sure we're where we want to be, not where they want us to be. I'll move on your call, let's not rush this." Merlin commented, nodding regarding the operatives.
"If they're a threat, we drop them. It's going to be difficult to get up close so they don't detonate, if that's their ROE." Was all Merlin had to say, as he heard the Canadians talk. Looking to the Norwegian of his team, he chuckled, making a remark.

"Fucking Canucks....eh?" Merlin merely commented to Viking, his tone sarcastic as ever, as he looked back at Blacktail and Joker. He shrugged his shoulders, as he looked out at the scenery of the islands in the distance, and the team that he had to hand in the cramped chopper.
"Lads, I'd suggest we keep a tight search on when we're out there, make sure we don't get caught out. Jungle's a heated place. Let's give em' hell."

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Wraith nodded to the Pole, adjusting the earpiece, as he looked at the Bor, then back at Scooter.
"Got it." The Kiwi replied, as he adjusted his own AUG, keeping it pointing down, adjusting his boonie hat, the ghillie's hood not wrapped over his head fully, knowing it would just get too warm in the airframe for that right now.
"Ever been to jungle like this? Fucking spiders, man." The New Zealander added, right now, Ed must have sounded like Crocodile Dundee to Romek, even though the two accents had a difference. Training in Borneo with the NZSAS was an experience to say the least, and he was still getting used to the madness that was high humidity and thick jungle, critters and shit that wanted to kill ya.

He was assigned to be under command of the die-hard, no-nonsense British guy who Viking only knew by one name; Merlin. Either his callsign was one of utter laziness, or he would himself witness that soldier create a magical chaos out of their first mission. Viking was not sure what to expect, but he gave a nod as he looked at his - for now - commander.

"I'll do my best not to flinch at the various species of mosquitos that'll certainly bite me, Merlin. I have a tendency to be quite the attractive blood bag to them, you see."

Chink. The bolt of his HK416 slid back into its position as Viking checked his personal favourite firearm one last time. His trusted friend through thick and thin - Viking liked to think of them as flatmates, taking care of each other no matter how tricky they each could behave sometimes - would have its baptism in fire in a new enviorment, though Viking knew that they would both pull through.

They had to; Viking had still not gone through his "1000 movies you have to watch before you die"-book, and he was sure the terrorist-fuckers surely wouldn't hear his plead.

Merlin threw a comment in Viking's way, one that Viking completely failed to understand, making him look at the others in the chopper hoping someone would explain the joke. No one did.

"Any intel on any persons of interest down there? If there's someone we definietly not should shoot there, I'd like to know now."

Breach looked around the helicopter at her fellow members. None of them really looked like they were willing to actually go into this mission, and were having second thoughts at this point. She loaded her uzi hastily and stood, figuring then was the best time to do it, and looked back around the helicopter. Nope, nobody but Sgt Morse looked really confident in this mission in her small squad. Shameful, really, because Breach was looking forward to getting to know a few of the people on this. She carefully walked over to Morse and tried striking up a conversation with him.

Once beside him, Breach holstered her uzi and outstretched her hand towards the sergeant, her other hand holding onto the the inside of the helicopter so she wouldn't stumble and fall. "I'm Breach. Pleasure to be working with you, signore." When asked if there were any more questions, Breach turned her head in the direction of JB and asked the question she had. "Does the amount of limbs of the captured matter?" She did have a grenade launcher, and wanted to make sure if she was to be extra-careful with it.

"Based on our limited intel, seems like Valkyrie operatives use various methods to disguise themselves, but trained professionals should see through it. If any of them are in there, they should stick out like a sore thumb" JB answered Viking and Breach "As for limbs, I'd prefer if they were all intact, we don't know for sure what'll set off that nanobomb, so best to err on the side of caution"

He turned back to Merlin "My thoughts exactly" he scanned around the chopper, stopping momentarily on each of Wizard's squad "Follow his lead and we'll all make it out of here ok"

The remainder of the ride was mostly silent, the team talking amongst themselves as JB and Merlin reviewed the intel and lightly conversed. The pilot radioed in to signal that they were about to descend and JB passed on the news to the others. The engine cut out and the group disembarked. The crew and men stationed aboard the cruiser didn't know who these people were, just that they were not to ask questions. A sergeant guided them down to the launch and showed them the Zodiacs. JB wished Merlin's squad good luck and soon, they were off, speeding towards the landmass in front of them.

Almost an hour had passed before Fireteam Alpha were in position. They had done some primary recon on their side of the facility, and were surprised to find the security to be fairly lax. Either Valverde were a lot more amateurish than they appeared, or the Valkyrie's weren't even here. From his elevated position, JB spied on the facility through a pair of binoculars, scanning for any sign of Valkyries. He tapped into the comms.

"Eagle here. No sign of Primary Targets. Repeat, no sign of Primary Targets, this might be a bust op. Fireteam Bravo, report. Are you in position? How copy?"

The rest of the ride was mostly Tyler checking his equipment to make sure everything is in place. When they boarded the Zodiac's he placed himself in a position where he could quickly straddle one side of the boat so he could be in a position to cover an angle of their approach. By the time they were approaching their insertion point he'd pulled his tactical glasses down to shield from any spray, and was laying over the gunwale of the Zodiac, rifle pointed ahead scanning their arrival point.

He followed his squad leaders lead. It's the only thing he could do until such time as they were told to attack, or beat a retreat. He kept his gaze off in the direction he had been assigned, making sure no one crept up on them as they moved into position.

He's an NCO, he actually works for a living. And CBRN specialist at that. Quite a few people in the unit outranked him and the Corporals and privates beneath him. He didn't feel at all alone in the unit thanks to this. Either way he was just glad to do this part in this situation. And hoped to the creator he didn't have to resort to his specialty anytime soon.

Merlin nodded, as the helicopter came in, looking out.
"Understood, JB." Merlin simply replied, as he looked out the helicopter, knowing there was a long run ahead of the team. Wraith looked across at Romek, nodding as he adjusted his Mk14. It was going to be a long run, the Kiwi could tell, and it wasn't going to be very interesting for a while.

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(I noticed it was like 19:01 in the timing to begin with- I take it it's gonna go dark on the op?)

Getting aboard one of the Zodiacs with Fireteam Bravo, the SBS Warrant Officer took the helm, the engine spluttering into life as his team got aboard.
"Hope your stomachs are good, Fireteam. Weapons readied, watch your angles. Remember our ROE." Merlin added, Wizard watching the last man get inside, the team made up of Viking, Blacktail and Joker. A small contingent, the smaller of the two, but it would have enough firepower to outmanuever and outflank when required, from the dark of the jungle. The light was fading, darkness was coming down. Sliding his NODs over his eyes, he kicked the boat off from the sandy break, the engine whirring into life as it took speed, Merlin darting ahead of the Captain.
"Eagle, this is Wizard, Fireteam Bravo and Sigma is moving en route. We're keeping radio silence from here on out, these channels might be tight, but we don't need to chatter without reason." Merlin suggested over the comms, looking at the team, scratching his beard as he looked across the green tinted vision he had, the spray kicking off the boat, the men aboard it ready. A Viking and a pair of Canucks, with Fireteam Sigma hitching on too. They had work to do.

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The jungle recon had been a relatively simple walk in the hills, Wraith in front, Mk14 raised, as they slowly paced up towards their OP. The night had taken hold, and they hadn't even encountered a single patrol. Finding a set of trees, Wraith stopped, looking back at the Polish sniper behind him. The trees weer almost engrained into the hillside a little, and didn't jut out, but provided an angle above the rest of the jungle canopy, direct to the encampment.

"I see a nice patch there to make into OP Charlie, should be our best angle if the topography plays ball. You're gonna need to perch yourself into that tree a little, set up the mount, and set up. I'll sit higher up with the device, and adjust your shots. I call it 750m to the central tower of the base from what our preliminary has." Edward said, the spotter raising his Mk14, as he swept around, looking at the ground, checking the undergrowth, looking around as he looked up. Clambering into the shrub, he found a spot, sitting neatly in a dirt-backed slope covered by shrubbery surrounding the cluster of trees, pulling out the tripod-mounted device. Setting it into the flat and level, he pitched the adjusters, levelling it's position, clamping it down, before flipping the covers off. He cooed over his throat mic, knowing what Romek would see too.

"Views are nice. You have a clear sight picture of the central and north of the base. You've got the silencer attached, but your ranging should still work, if you're worth your grain, mate." The Kiwi said, the accent coming out still, it was untenable.
"Yours to call in to the boss, mate." The Kiwi added, adjusting the thermal optic, now beginning to range up landmarks, the device effectively a highly-advanced levelling tool. Well, it had a little more sophisticated gadgetry behind it, and even Ed didn't understand it entirely, but safe to say, frickin' beams of light pinged back and gave a ranging, as well as the adjusted sighting ring that was within the device's picturing. Sliding his Mk14 onto the branch, he slid it onto it's bipod, keeping it low, magazine loaded, safety on.

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Fireteam Bravo had made it's way around into the jungle, and it had been a long walk. Not something ideal, but Merlin had been up to it, and lead by example. The LMG raised high, moving through the thick shrub was difficult, and avoiding any traps was key, in order to establish position. Moving up into their own position, he looked back to his team, waiting up.

"Alright. Joker, Viking, keep the right. Blacktail, you have my left, keep a wedge, 10m spread, watch around. Remember, arcs. We've encountered no resistance whatsoever, but the moment we do, you're gonna be thankful you watched your fucking arcs." Merlin added, the SBS operator moving through the thick undergrowth, looking around, a little bitter in his tone, knowing his team weren't going to be appreciative, not right now. But it would hammer the point home, remind at least.

"This is Wizard, Eagle, we've got nothing on our position. We are one mike to our expected OP, standby." Merlin added over the comms quickly, knowing it was going to be the first that Alpha had heard in a while, as they kept going. The darkness was thick, the moon not even coming through the trees, so NVGs were proving their weight in gold. Not that the use of flashlights wouldn't work, they'd have to, because Merlin assumed that whatever the fuck they faced could have the same tech as they did, and for that reason alone, IR strobes were out. Pushing over a ridge, Merlin stopped, going prone, as he took it in. There was a path, more well trodden than the jungle they'd just pushed through, a sandy one.
"Halt. Get the fuck on the floor." The men were close, ridiculously so. Maybe a meter or two away from the point they'd gone over the ridge, and due to the bushes, they'd been out of sight. Merlin had been clear, and the command would have frozen weaker men in their boots. Sitting there, Merlin had his Sig already pushed forwards, and his dive knife behind it, watching the two militiamen slowly walk, talking in Indonesian, or something of that dialect. This was Valverde, or at least, their local grunts. Patrollers, and this path looked fresh-cut, something that Merlin wouldn't have seen.

"Let, them, go." Merlin simply said, as they quietly walked past, the noise of footsteps audible by Merlin's head, close, close as hell. They had flashlights, but they weren't pointing them directly at the hedge, they were facing out. Watching, Merlin did not act. This was not ROE, they didn't need to wipe these fuckers out, if Merlin wanted to, he could have tapped both in the very second he laid his eyes on them and made the shots count. Or his knife through one of their eyeballs. Equally so, they were letting them go by, get on with their business. The men were out of earshot, Merlin quiet into his throat mic, and hearing Merlin quiet was not something that was the usual.

"Change of plan, lads. We are compromised if we are going to go to our planned OP, because we'll be right on the path. Viking, Joker, I want you to tail those two, see if they have an outpost outside of the encampment, and give me details before you engage and sweep. This doesn't seem right. Blacktail, you're with me. Now, bear with me when I say this. But we're going to need to move closer in. Way closer. If it goes to fuck, I hope you brought your smoke grenades and are willing to run like hell. Or else we are dead weight out here for the other team." Merlin said, as he looked back at his team, nodding, waiting for their affirmation of the plan.

"Alpha, we've got a path through the jungle here on our eastern side, looks new and well trodden in. We need to get a picture of what the rest of the base looks like before we bust the doors in and find something we didn't see." Merlin added, as he shifted upwards, motioning to the team, sweeping out with his P226 through the path, darting across to the other side, covering for Blacktail. Waiting till they were across, he moved down, sweeping through the shrubs, trying to minimize his sound, as he slid a little down the muddy hill, picking a position by a tree. They must have been almost 20m above the base, and only a thin layer of trees and canopy were between them and the metal gates.
"Alright, lad. I'm not a fucking infiltrator, I have a gun that shits out rounds, and so do you, and my knife and my Sig won't last enough for enough of these goatfucking scum. We'll hold here. No bloody need for binos." Merlin added, as he shifted along, crawling to another tree, looking over. The place was teeming, some truck in position with lights and weapons visible. At least 15 in his sight picture, as he looked back at the Canadian, before looking back and speaking into his throat mic.

"Eagle, we've got picture of what we want. Base is a little more hostile on our side, barracks, armoury, no guard towers, and mostly Valverde activity. Trucks are here, and they look like they are shifting gear. You're going to need to engage first, or we're going to, quite frankly, get merked at our site. Your call boss, the rest of Bravo is chasing our lead on the trail cut. Out." Merlin added, as he leaned in, observing, looking back at Tyler.

"You could take a piss and hit these people. Like I said, shit hits the fan, our plan is to fucking run and don't think about it. Not the best. But it works." Merlin said, chuckling, as he shifted his head around, watching onwards, looking at the unloading of some shiny-looking military crates, nodding.

"Looks serious, whatever that is. Viking, Joker, how's your chase going?"

The helicopter descended slowly onto the landing pad on the fantail of the Ticonderoga-Class Guided Missile Cruiser. As soon the rotary wing aircraft was on the deck, the pilot shut the engines down and the US Naval personnel responsible for maintaining the ship's aircraft began lashing the bird to the mooring rings on the deck. This was to prevent the helicopter from being tossed overboard if the ship were to hit rough seas.

Sergeant Morse exited the aircraft and followed the other members of Alpha Team down the ladders, walkways and ramps, over the side and into the zodiac rubber boat at the water line. The waves were not rough, but enough to make the boat rise and fall a foot or two. Tyus took the stern position to operate the till at Captain Upton's direction. When the members of Alpha Team were loaded, Sergeant Morse guided the boat out away from the ship to wait for the Bravo Team. Once they were loaded the boats raced towards the shoreline. Sergeant Morse kept his eyes on Captain Upton to receive guidance on direction and speed.

After concealing the rubber boat in some bushes and covering with palm branches, the team moved out towards its primary Observation Post (OP). The team trekked through rough jungle terrain, up and down hills, all the while sweating their asses off. Roughly one hour later, a silent hand and arm signal communicated a halt. The team was at their OP and time to set up.

Captain Upton assigned sectors for the team members to observe and secure a perimeter. One member would face the rear to observe anyone approaching from that direction. Sergeant Morse had been using his AN/PVS-14 Night Vision sights since they left the ship. He was accustomed to the greenish hues providing him images of what was in front of him. There was no sign of their suspected opposition known as the Valkyrie Network last known to be operating here in Indonesia. He grasped his SCAR 17, placing it on the ground in front of him while laying in the prone position.

In whispered tones, Sergeant Morse conducted a radio check with the Combat Information Center (CIC) aboard the USS George Washington. This was to insure they had radio communications with the ship that would provide Close Air Support (CAS) if the need should arise. The radio check was successful and SGT Morse advised the CIC there were no requests at this time. The last word, Dash received from the Team Commander, Captain Upton was there would probably not be a need for it. But as everyone who has ever been in combat knows, it is better to have and not need than to need and not have. Have you ever met a soldier in a firefight who had too much ammunition?

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Sergeant Czerepusko followed Corporal Thatcher and the Bravo Team to their Zodiac. The Alpha team's craft pulled away and waited for the B Team to load up. Once the two were loaded, they sped off in the direction of some unspoken Indonesian island. Romek, also known as Scooter had no clue where he was.

Once they were ashore at their insertion point and the rubber boat, concealed, the Sniper Team, now known as Team Sigma donned their Ghillie Suits. They followed the B Team lead by Chief Bastion on the way to their pre-designated Observation Positions (OP). Team Sigma broke off from Merlin's team more than a kilometer before they reached their OPs. With his Bor rifle secured to his back, Romek kept the Mini-Beryl carbine slung high under his right arm, ready to use if needed.

Upon reaching OP Charlie, Corporal Thatcher found a suitable firing platform. Sergeant Czerepuszko set up near a tree. He crawled into position, extended the bipods on his Bor Rifle and stored the carbine. He looked down the sites using the AN/PVS-14 Night Vision sights. From where he lay, he could see several potential contacts. He made a mental range card of various objects within his field of view. Most of the items on his range card spread from six hundred to nine hundred meters. He counted no fewer than fifteen potential hostiles either standing still or moving about in his field of vision.

"You are right about the views, Wraith," Sergeant Romek Czerepuszko responded. Romek actually enjoyed listening to the New Zealand accent. It was pleasing to his ears. He found understanding the South Pacific Islander quite easy. "I am ready to fire," Scooter responded to Wraith. Then he keyed his throat mic, "Eagle, this is Scooter. Team Sigma in position. Eyes on target. I count fifteen hostiles. Weapons Hold, over." Sergeant Czerepuszko informed the Team Commander, Captain Upton that the sniper team arrived at OP Charlie, were ready for the next phase of their operation. He could see 15 potential targets in his field of vision and that he would not open fire until told to do so. There are three weapons statuses: Hold, Tight and Fee. Hold means to not fire until ordered to do so; tight means do not fire unless fired upon and free means fire on any confirmed enemy target in your field of vision.

Breach closely followed behind Sergeant Morse as he led through the mission. She kept her weapon drawn and steady as she walked behind him, being prepared for anything that happened. Of course she had her uzi out due to it being just a safer situation to use it at close range, and a giant explosion would probably cause a lot of commotion which would cause this mission to pretty much be screwed. It was a fair trek before the group stopped at their OP and set up their base. Breach understood what was up and took the rear with her grenade launcher equipped, a set of generic night-vision goggles on her face, and her clothes covered in muck. On the ground she stared around at the environment and very carefully tried to not give away the position the group was in, but she couldn't help but be a bit jumpy with the occasional animal running past and the illusion of it being a hostile. Thank God she kept the safety on when she tried shooting a fox. Eventually, Breach calmed down and wasn't as jumpy, and waited for the moment where things went to shit and she could use her explosive friend. Hushedly, she spoke out to her squad mates: "Awaiting orders..."

"Copy that Wizard. Hold position" Upton said as he resumed scanning the front of the base, looking for something to cause enough of a distraction to give Bravo time to move. The front of the base was eerily quiet. Both guard towers were unmanned, ditto for the gate checkpoint. In fact, JB could only see a single guard, leaning against the corner of the large building that dominated most of the base's interior, at least up on this end.

'Before anything else, we need visual confirmation' he thought, setting his sights on what appeared to be a large propane tank poked away around a far corner 'Not that they'd need it in this weather'

"Sigma, scan those hostiles again, any of 'em stand out to you? Different ethnicity or maybe someone who looks like they're in charge? We need confirmation Primary Target or Targets are in the base before we even bother to engage. Over"

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"Joker here, we're camped up about 60 meters back from the trail. The grunts stopped at an outpost, little more than a checkpoint you'd pass in the road... except there's no road anywhere around. We have a clear line to ghost them, advise. Over"

He looked across at Viking and whispered to his squadmate.
"Anything silent on ya? Left mine at home, gonna have to get up close with the knife if we get the order"

"Sigma, scan those hostiles again, any of 'em stand out to you? Different ethnicity or maybe someone who looks like they're in charge? We need confirmation Primary Target or Targets are in the base before we even bother to engage. Over"

Romek listened to Captain Upton's voice. He focused his eye on the Leupold Scope to get a better look at the occupants of the base. He scanned each individual in his field of vision that he could see. After scanning for more than several seconds he came to an obvious conclusion. Of the fifteen combatants he was looking at, there were obvious differences in two different races of people.

He counted ten soldiers who all stood roughly five feet to five feet six inches in height. They had lightly tanned flesh, black hair and Asian almond shaped eyes. Their uniforms were the same camouflage pattern used by members of the Indonesian Army, but none wore the Indonesian flag on the right shoulder or the name tapes over the breast pockets. Their uniforms appeared worn and old. These soldiers carried an assortment of Russian and Chinese built small arms and wore Chinese made jungle hats. A few were unshaven and none appeared as though they were currently serving in the Indonesian Army. They did appear as though they may be veterans of the local military but currently spending their time as rebel insurgents.

The second group of people he could identify numbered at least five and appeared closer to home for the Polish Paratrooper. They were all between five foot nine and six foot five in height. Their flesh was pale white. Two of them wore full beards and mustaches. Two wore camouflaged jungle hats, one wore a light blue beret and the other two wore olive drab bandannas tied in a knot at the back of the head. They also carried Russian built small arms. The camouflage uniforms they wore were slightly different from their local insurgent counterparts working with them. As an Eastern European, Romek thought the uniforms were the same as those used by Russian Infantry, but then noticed something strange about them. It was quite possible this group originated from Southern Russia near the border with Georgia or Azerbaijan. 'Chechens?' Romek thought to himself. 'What the fuck would Chechens be doing on a South Pacific Island?'

"Eagle, this is Scooter, I can identify ten local insurgents clad in the same camouflage uniforms worn by the Indonesian Army, minus the standard identifying patches of active soldiers; possibly Indonesian veterans. Another five appear to be Eastern European; possibly Chechens or Azerbaijanis, wearing Russian Camouflage uniforms. They appear to be experienced hard core troops who have seen action, over." Romek was slightly nervous about this revelation. He knew, if these guys were Russians or Chechen veterans, they would not role over on them. They would fight to the death. 'Who the fuck is this Valkyrie Syndicate anyway?' Romek thought to himself in Russian. He figured if he was going to be working against Russians or Chechens he should freshen up his Russian.

The journey from the aircraft carrier to the cruiser, to the zodiaks and finally up on the beach of the island went smoothly. But that only meant one thing for Viking, especially when they split up into their respective fireteams and went into the jungle; something very shitty would hit the fan sooner or later. But Viking kept his mouth shut, for him mentioning this to the others was both unlucky and redundant.

"Roger that, Merlin.". Viking had stopped dead in his tracks and fallen onto his stomach, just in time to realize what Merlin had been been so pissed about; two tangos, Indonesian mercs from the looks of it right in front of them. Luckily they didn't spot the group of highly-trained spec-ops that would shred them to pieces before they could say "Who goes there?", and soon they were on their merry way away from Fireteam Bravo. And behind them followed Viking and Joker.

It was safe to say that Viking hadn't expected to find a checkpoint in the middle of the jungle, without an actuall road to check the points of...or whatever checkpoint actually meant. While Joker radioed back Merlin, Viking tried to take a more thourough look at the checkpoint from where they were hiding. Apart from the two patrolmen, he could count two more tangos guarding the checkpoint, idly chatting with each other. They obviously didn't except either Joker or Viking to raise a little hell for them, if that was neccesary.

"Both my rifle and pistol are supressed, if you need to borrow one. Going in close also works. But why is there a checkpoint out here, I can't see any tracks of a car or truck, not even an APC or tank. Do you recon they're hiding something there?"

Oh he held on alright. Fingers in the rigging along the side of the boat. Making sure he had a tight grip, not wanting to go flying. The trip in was simple enough following orders, helping to pull the boat up onto shore so it would get away on them. He loaded a magazine into his rifle once they were in hostile territory. Standard procedure through the foliage, he took up his position on the left, rifle tucked to his shoulder, using the sight on it to scan the trees, as much as his own eyes. Keeping pace, scanning his arcs as they went. He switched to NV as it got steadily darker. His single lens NVG not quite as good as the Panoramic view rigs others had, but until he has time to upgrade it will do.

He froze on the halt command. Then hit the ground on command as well. Instinct kicking in. He edged abit to his left, and pushed some foliage aside. And there they were. Two patrolling OpFor. He brought his rifle forward, sighting on one just in case. But didn't engage when the order came to let them go. He kept his target sighted though the whole time. As they disappeared he rolled a little, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He pushed his NVGs up and looked over at Merlin as he gave orders and his observations. He nodded his understanding.

He got to his knees, covering Merlin's run across the path. Waited, looking left and right quick to make sure there are no surprises, quickly snapped his NVGs down and then ran across the open section as well once he knew Merlin is covering him. Back into the cover of the foliage he automatically took up position to watch their back six, sweeping his rifle around, he had his suppressor for it tucked into a pouch, but hadn't immediately thought to screw it on. As they made their way through the forest, he made sure to keep his eyes open.

He growled softly, pushing his NVGs up with all the glare from the lights in the base. He waited for Merlin to slide down the slope, getting into his position then lopped over and down another section of the slope, rolling into a bush, going prone and peeking through the leaves. He scanned the base from where they are, counting bodies, counting gear, kit and hardware, "Blacktail here, Warrant Officer, I see your fifteen and raise you another nine,atleast. There by those tents, and again by those crates." He carefully reached into a pouch on his belt, bringing out his suppressor, screwing it on, making sure it's attached, just in case, that extra few seconds of a suppressed weapon may just give them the time to get out clean. He looked over at Merlin just as he looked at him and nodded. He kept watch on the base while his NCOIC radioed their findings.

He followed the path of the truck as it rolled in, and he sighted in on it through his C79 sight, "Shiny, new and sparkling Warrant Officer. What the hell is it though?" He kept sighted in on it, just to see what happens, licking his lips curiously, "Quiet work is for Spooks..." he murmured softly. He shifted abit, looked up then quickly darted over to a clump of exceptionally tall grass to his right, getting a better view onto those crates. just as someone popped one open. He sighted in again, then signalled to Merlin, "Wizard, the crates look!" In them were sparkling, shiny, fresh off the forge more then likely rifles, stamped in the M4 style, with all the base bells and whistles, "Looks like they're upgrading. Untraceable, unclaimed weapons, if you want to do wetwork, or cause trouble, and need to make it look like you were never there. Drop something like that, and you're green." He shook his head, wishing he had also brought a digital camera to take note of this. he looked to his NCOIC, "What do you think? Can't make a move this close without being seen by something. Too many eyes." He was with his commander at this point, this OP is beginning to stink. He sighted back in on the other crates watching as one by one, more weapons are revealed, enough to arm a Squad at the least with new M4 rifles.

Edward sat in the position, nodding to Romek, sighting the Chechen insergents that Romek had picked up. The sniper had seen it, and the Kiwi knew that whilst it would normally not have been picked up, the different camo did stand out a little, or at least, make for a certain kind of peculiarity you didn't find in an insergent group like this. It smelled strange, but irritatingly, no Valverde presence, not any operators or members, were here.
"Curious little bastards. Chechens?" Edward added, sighting them up, watching down the optic of his spotting device, adjusting it a little, as he continued to watch. He poked up his Mk14 to his side better, continuing to watch on. The watchtowers came into his particular view, as he looked again to see what weapons they had.
"Bloody hell. Looks fucking strange to me, boss. I still got sight pictures on the watchtowers. If Eagle changes his mind, I can see that they aren't moving, they look still as a rock up there. Shame we haven't got more time to observe any guard rotas, but those guys have got RPKs, and are elevated. They could do with being dropped first, I don't see anything unusual about them. Mind you....that is a vest of some kind I see on the one in the tower furthest left, reference water butt." Wraith added, as he changed the optic to thermal imaging, the black and white IR confirming his thoughts.
"Bugger. It's kevlar, you're going to need to just keep it in mind. Want me to set up the Mk14 to get any of the closer targets?" Wraith added, continuing to observe the area for Scooter, the marked up angles and distances mostly done now, for Scooter to use once the team was free to engage.

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Merlin looked back to Blacktail, nodding as he headed further down. He knew his team had to regroup, sooner rather than later, and that whilst dividing had given the team time to gather intel and recon their immediate surrounding, they'd need to push in soon.
"Joker, Viking, you are clear to eliminate the checkpoint, sweep it for intel quickly and move back to us, we have figures few until this goes tits up." Merlin simply spoke into his throat mic, knowing that they wouldn't run into a lot, and it would take them a minute or two to make the sweep, hopefully no longer than that. He needed them back up on the ridge, to provide more fire when the shit hit the fan. He didn't like this any more than the Canadian did, as he saw him move through, the M4s visible even from Merlin's position, as he watched it come in. There were a good number of them, more than his FN Minimi could churn through, half could go, the other half, not so much. It needed a distraction, direly.

"Eagle, this is Wizard. We've got trucks moving in some supply. We're watching- standby for update, recommend you prepare a distraction, an assault from the south-west, or fucking both." He said, knowing the CO would pick up, as he adjusted his FN Minimi, looking on. What were they doing? They were pulling an M4 from the crate, inspecting it, a bit of hubub, before they put it back, moving the crates to one of the structures, moving them inside. At least five of them were involved, and they'd only gotten started.

Merlin was a hunter when it came to exposing enemy vulnerability. There were fifteen, plus another nine that Blacktail had sighted that were in and out of sight picture. But about five of those were unarmed, or at least, weren't actually carrying their weapons, they'd put them down to carry the heavy metal crates. That made it nineteen to eliminate on this side. If Alpha made a distraction, that number could be halved. You cranked the odds your way, or the odds cranked you, the Chief Warrant Officer reminded himself. Watching on, he changed the channel back to his own fireteam, wanting an update.

"Joker, Viking, sitrep? I need you back in position once you're done, double time. Move to our planned OP, get set to push an assault. We're laying out anyone we see in front of us, no need to keep this one quiet when we go, so silencers off, prep your 40 mils. I want you to stick to the fire sector parameters from our positions based on what's ahead of us, so we know who is dropping who." Merlin added, as he adjusted his position a little, then switching back to the command one. He was watching on, seeing that they were still moving the crates, the enemy presence thin, but something that could be used at this current point in time.

Pulling the FN Minimi onto a secure position, bipod pulled down onto a mount, he reported in once more.
"They're moving the crates, we're seeing modern rifles, AR15-type. Eagle, I suggest Bravo holds on overwatch and is free to engage, loud, after you begin, we'll send 40 mil and suppression fire into our section of the site once Viking and Joker are back, on your command. Should give us a chance to stop anyone from falling back, but we won't be able to go in." Merlin was letting Blacktail do the bulk of the recon, and they'd seen pretty much all there was to it, the Brit deduced that it was going to be enough to conduct an assault with, given that there had been no sighting of any Valkyrie operators, only a few out of place militiamen that suggested a little intel, not a lot. Once Blacktail was back with Merlin, the bearded Warrant Officer turned, a certain kind of look in his eye, agreeing yet bold to the Canuck.

"It's a risk. But we're gonna let Alpha engage first. Then we do, from here, just keep your head, stick to your sector of fire, and we'll have these fuckers in the bag. Sometimes you have to be a little ballsy in this job, do some shit they won't expect, when they least expect it. They'll panic, you won't." Merlin added, his voice reassuring for the sheer fact it was hard and reinforcing, as he adjusted his position with the Minimi, eyeing up the men moving the crates, finger close to the trigger, waiting for Eagle and his Alpha team to raise hell, and open up the base from their angle of approach. Whatever they fired on, or whatever they blew up, Merlin didn't know or particularly mind, but so long as they took the heat, this would work like clockwork. Clockwork with a sledgehammer, but clockwork.

"I don't know man, seems suspicious. Lend me your pistol, I'll go in close. Sight up on those 2 on the right, on my signal, light 'em up"
Joker crept forward, Viking's pistol in one hand, his knife in the other. He settled into position, then whispered a countdown.
"3, 2, 1, go" He fired two rounds, and the targets went down. He closed the distance, made sure the tangos were finished, then began to sweep the checkpoint. Viking caught up and he handed back the pistol.
"Thanks man. Nothin' here but dirt and sandbags... looks like the ground there was recently disturbed, could be something buried" He grabbed one of the insurgent's rifles and used the butt of it to shift the dirt around. A few inches down, he hit paydirt with the clunk of wood on wood. At that moment his comms buzzed.

"Joker, Viking, sitrep? I need you back in position once you're done, double time. Move to our planned OP, get set to push an assault. We're laying out anyone we see in front of us, no need to keep this one quiet when we go, so silencers off, prep your 40 mils. I want you to stick to the fire sector parameters from our positions based on what's ahead of us, so we know who is dropping who."
"Copy that Wizard. Checkpoint cleared, 4 tangos down. There's something buried here, want us to check it out, or double back? Over"

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JB listened to all the recon coming in at him, and formulated a plan.
"We can only assume the Chechen's are our Valkyrie operators, so we're moving forward with the attack. Remember we want one of them taken alive, the rest are expendable. Dash will take Alpha into a covered firing position just inside the southern gates. There's a fuel depot on the east end of that main building. I figure I can get line of sight on it, puncture the propane then roll in a grenade to cause a distraction. Alpha will engage any that come towards our side as they come into sight. That'll be the sign to go weapons free. Bravo, you should get a little leeway when the fuel tanks go up, open fire and push inside the compound, but keep to cover, no unnecessary risks. Sigma, I want you to eliminate any overwatch they've got, then cover Bravo's approach. Everyone clear?"