((im guessing Operation black jack is now in play so im gonna go from there tell me if im wrong and ill edit))
Kingpin approached the boat quietly with 2 Zodiacs. 1 approaching the left side of the boat, the other the right. Sean switched on his radio and spoke to his men "Alright guys you know the drill. Suppressors on." fitting his own Suppressor he checked the rest of his boat to make sure there's were also fit properly. "Katya, make sure your boat is good with suppressors then tell your guys to wait till i signal them to dive. youll cover us with sniper fire ok. dont shoot unless things go tits up"
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Adam exited the briefing room as soon as Sergei decided the final plan. "See you topside boys!" He called back as he went to his squad's quarters. They were all dossing about in the bunks and didn't really notice Adam until he announced himself. "Cobra Squad!" He bellowed. Mama, Boom and Sam all shot up, arms behind their back and facing directly forward. "We have our mission, hostage rescue. Target... Pirate captured ship. Insertion... Submersible. I want everyone geared up ASAP!" Adam instructed. "Yes sir!" They all said in unison and with that Cobra were setting up for go time.
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"Katya tell the men to dive. silent takedowns only. only kill when you can synchronise kills." Sean Turned to his own men "lets dive bous synchronise your kills so the bastards dont know what hit them" with that he fitted his re breather and took the dive
(Because of historical reasons, I like that Skyth is with me. We RP very well together.)
Wojtek looked up, looking at Sergei.
"Just what I love. I need a RIB, for my team, and Virus. We'll roll in and get the job done. Walking two K might seem hard. But I have no doubt we can get the job done. We can hit them, with enough fire alright. I'd want to not go direct to that stone wall, and we can pick off anyone outside it with Scot. Bird, I'd want you with him which case- you stock up and fire from 500m away, in a lull, ahead of the main force. My team, Osprey, can line up fire on the compound from afar too- staying out of harm's way, but firing whatever we have. It might be tricky, but there's not a doubt we have the weaponry. Virus could grab the Brothel, and provide overwatch, there's a little elevation that could be perfect for 40mm fire on the building itself. My team can raid, sweep the place, and murder anyone we see after we're done. I'll be happy to simply kick the doors down and kill this fuck." Wojtek simply said, as he looked over.
"Either that, or a airborne drop. Unlikely, because you give us a deadline of four hours." Wojtek said, shrugging his shoulders, as Thor somewhat smirked.
"I will have the Gustav ready then. Hurrah. Nothing like headhunting." Thor simply said, as Wojtek looked over, nodding.
"We'll use that, yes. But not on the building. I don't want to needlessly kill prostitutes if we can help it. But we can blow the stone wall in with it to breach the compound, or alternatively, use grapple hooks to get over it. It could just be a thin fence, in which case, we can just break out the wire cutters. The sat image isn't great, but we can use it." Wojtek said, looking over.
"This man goes down then. They have a spotlight, and flahshlights on their weapon. But we can snipe the light, and make some noise. Might not even need sound suppressors, if it gives us better ballistics. Stealth isn't entirely an option. Hit and run is, and I know we can do precisely that. Perhaps we'd be best off having Virus getting into a flanking position first, sweeping the Brothel, then Osprey can launch it's attack. Really confuse them" Wojtek simply said, as he looked to his own team, personally looking at each operator in turn.
"Right, change in plan, Osprey. It's a night raid, gents, and Bird of course. We go should hit the beach at 0100 Hours, it'll take us a while with the RIB to get there. Usual kit, desert pattern, preferably AOR1. NVGs, as standard, use a combination of frags and flashes. We're not up against a significant force, this is a backwater. But if this man has friends, then we're going to be laying down more than just a little fire. Virus, I hope you're alright with that- if you got a suggestion on your flank, or want to perhaps set up something to delay reinforcements, be my guests. Because Osprey's going to kick their fucking heads in." Wojtek simply said, as Osprey gave a nice hubub, Wojtek looking to Sergei with a certain look, that he had this. They were to kill this man, and Osprey agreed.
(OOC- whatever Virus says in regards to the op, I will basically kink out with you Skyth before they move out, or PM it to me. I want to keep things syncronous with the other one.)
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Somewhere off the coast of Somalia
0100 Hours
It was moderately dark, as the moonlight had come fairly low, and revealed fairly little. The RIB was tight, but it fit the two teams, just about. The Rigid Inflated Boat was fairly lightweight, and only had an M249 cradled at the end, which Wojtek had left to Virus to have fun with. Right now, he sat by the driver, Czech, and Thor sat opposite on the rubber side of the boat, with a Boonie Hat, camouflaged distinctly brown. Wojtek himself just wore an Ops Core helmet, with a pair of quad-optic night vision goggles currently over his eyes, whilst Bird wore a simpler black baseball cap, above her CADPAT Desert uniform. Scot wore a Beanie, with a headset attached, and also had a NVG set in his hands, that he was getting set. Czech's MICH helmet and thermal bandit looked like it would cut the job- in general, they were ready for an assault, for crossing off a target, and looked the part. Perhaps not like just one Special Forces unit, but perhaps you could pick out elements of many.
"Wei Jin, you got any last ideas on our movement in? We're all set once we hit the shoreline. It's sparsely populated, we can leave the boat here. Just minimal light signatures, and we'll be alright. I got our waypoints keyed in, you can radio me when need be. Your team ready?" Wojtek asked, as he turned to the Chinese leader of Virus, a squad almost completely the opposite of Wojtek's squad. Virus was distinctly Eastern, composed of a Chinese, Malay, Singaporean and Phillipino, not to mention Japanese operator. They were very strangely different, and had different capabilities compared to Osprey, that was for sure. Osprey could be a anvil, and Virus was good as a Hammer. They could kick some ass, when the time came to it, and no doubt, they would.
Checking his own rifle, Wojtek loaded a magazine in, as Bird put a 5.56 PMAG into her C8, slapping the release as she smirked, taking her gloved hand over her NVG set, as she placed it down.
"The green wonder. Damn, it's restrictive sometimes, but I like these quad-optics we got now. They really invested the money well." She said, the quad-optical set of NVGs that Osprey had perhaps an example that years down the line, investment into NVGs had very well increased in PMCs- and the field of view was far greater, though it was a little more awkward to get used to, as opposed to regular NOD sets. Scot looked over, as he loaded a 20-round 7.62 magazine, marked with a red stripe for a distinctive purpose of the 7.62mm rounds inside the clip, which Scott wanted for greater accuracy- they had a little more ballistic travel and less drop-off, than a regular round would have. He smirked, as he looked to the front, to the rapidly closing shoreline.
"They did. But never rely on technology, I say. We aren't getting EMP'ed, but if the spotlight sees us, we're going to be blind as fucking bats with these sets on. We'll need the light dead, but the moment it goes down..shit hits the fan, and we could be comrpimised" Scot said, as Wojtek nodded.
"So it'd be a good idea for Virus to get past it, maybe use an irrigation ditch. Stay down, get to the Brothel and flank it out. We're going to be walking anyway, so there's plenty of time to think it through. But I want this target to have a fucking bad wakeup call when we arrive. I read his file. He's a true shithead." Wojtek added, as Thor nodded.
"Agreed. I might not agree with everything Antov and the Boss say. But he needs to go." Thor simply said, as he checked the optic for one last time, as Czech cut the engine off, as they moved in.
"20 Seconds." He simply said, as they drifted in on the strong tide, the RIB being brought ashore by the strong current, as before they knew it, they were on the sandy shore. Jumping out, Wojtek looked around, scanning the area, the AN/PEQ-15 on, as he looked to the rest.
"Lasers on. They've got nothing of the sort to see IR with, they're poor, remember." Wojtek said bluntly, as Czech recovered his FN Minimi, loading the belt fed GPMG with a 100-Round box of 7.62, sweeping the area.
"Okay. Bird, Scot, you head to the OP, and get us a look. Say when you can take the shot. Virus, your call here. I'd suggest not going all in one direction- if we can secure the Brothel, and create a pincer, they won't have anywhere left to run." He simply said, as Bird and Scot were moving already on Wojtek's word, the British-Canadian marksman team moving up through a grassy ditch, towards their slightly elevated position out from the site. It was a small abandoned house of sorts that had come up on sat scans, and it would do the trick, no doubt. Wojtek knew that they'd regroup later- but for now, his team was three man strong, and they were going to move about 50m to their right, and set up a fire zone.
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As kingpin got into position they each pulled they're knives from their sheaths. Sean made a glint with his sight signalling katya to get everyone to make their kills. making a three finger pointing up gesture Sean motioned his team to make there kills. each of them taking a different method of killing them, whether it be pulling the pirates into the water an plunging a knife deep into there throats of just simple stabbing them and allowing the body's to drop silently into their awaiting arms stopping a splash
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Geoffrey could not help but feel relieved as he, along with his team, were led away from the operations room and into the armoury. Operation Black Jack, while sounding rather interesting with its need for a non-lethal and quiet solution, was certainly not geared towards what Geoffrey was trained for and what he was comfortable with. He was a sniper, and a rather good one at that, if he could say so himself. Putting a round into a target's head from a mile away with his PGM 338, that he could do. Fight room-to-room on board a ship? That sounded just plain unappealing.
"Well, that was a waste of breath." Kazue muttered beneath her breath and folded her arms. In the short time Geoffrey had known the Japanese woman, he had found her to be almost trying too hard to be sniping with her words, as if she were actively trying to pick a fight with everyone around her. Geoffrey chalked that up to her small size; she was probably just trying to prevent anyone from looking down on her or doubting her abilities, though how she intended to achieve that with an acidic personality, he did not know.
"Not entirely. At least the Black Jack teams have a plan, yeah?" Geoffrey offered. As his old platoon commander in the Guards had once put it, 'if you have a plan at the end of a meeting, it doesn't matter how many black eyes or bruised egos there are. It was a good meeting.'
Kazue shrugged, and they both fell silent as Sergei gave the briefing for their new mission.
Geoffrey more or less stopped listening after Sergei mentioned their target's involvement in the infamous Elisaveta video. Back when he was in the Singapore Guards Formation, he and the rest of his section had made the mistake of watching the video while messing around with their phones after a long day of training. It had been like watching a car crash - disgusting, painful but ultimately nigh impossible to pull your eyes away. In fact, his section had half a mind of taking up Sarenkov's offer back then, and would have if they had been less afraid of being court-martialed for desertion.
"He's a dead man walking, that's for sure." Firdaus commented after the briefing and stuffed his hands into the pocket. "Anyone else saw the video when it came out?" He asked and shivered involuntarily.
Adelaida nodded, but then shook her head. "God rest Elisaveta's soul, but we have work to do and more people to save." She said and looked to Wei Jie. "Should we put together our plan first, or load up?"
"We already know what we will be using," Wei Jie said and turned towards Osprey. It appeared as if the other team had already came up with a plan during the briefing and their team leader - Wojtek, if Geoffrey recalled correctly - wasted no time in sharing. The plan sounded rather solid. They had two targets and two teams to take care of it. While Geoffrey would have gladly volunteered to be the one to put a round square between Khanya's eyes, he was quite satisfied with being part of the element to raid the brothel. Going in guns blazing to rescue people never failed to make him feel like a soldier again.
Wei Jie nodded in agreement with Osprey's plan. "We will send two of our own to recce the brothel." He said and pointed to the road cutting across the desert, to the north of the compound. "Geoffrey will be deployed first, along with Kazue. Between the two of them, they can make a temporary outpost to keep an eye on movement in and out of the brothel. I imagine that it would be busy, and not with people who would surrender at the first sign of fighting either."
That was quite a tall order, as far as Geoffrey was concerned. They were probably going to deploy on the same beach, and it was going to be in absolute darkness. While he was confident of his navigation skills, the more he looked at the map, the more he was convinced that the desert was featureless and thus a navigational nightmare. Still, it was not completely impossible. It would just take him longer than usual to carry out the order. "Give me co-ordinates and I can be there within twenty minutes of hitting the beach." He said confidently. Two klicks was nothing compared to the ten kilometer fast march he had to undertake to just earn the title of 'Guard'.
Wei Jie nodded and looked to the others. "No objections?" He asked and waited for exactly two seconds before continuing, "Then load up and ready yourselves."
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That was how, a few hours later, Geoffrey found himself sitting in a boat with both his team and Osprey. At a glance, it would have been easy to tell the difference between the two teams. Osprey looked like they were about ready to just level the compound and call it a day with all their weapons and the various accessories fitted to them. Virus, however, went with a different approach. Where Osprey had a rocket launcher, the heaviest weapon on Virus was Wei Jie's QLB-06 semi-automatic grenade launcher. It was a heavy beast, and it was anyone's guess how he could carry it slung across his back while still carrying a Type 81 light machine gun. Everyone else either carried a simple assault rifle or, in Geoffrey's case, a sniper rifle.
Geoffrey smirked to himself as he recalled how they decided on the name Virus. It suited the method of operation of almost every one of its members. They infiltrated the enemy's territory with minimal fuss, made themselves scarce while pinpointing and exploiting weak spots and when the time came to strike, they made sure it was sudden, crippling or if possible, fatal.
"20 seconds." He heard Wojtek say.
As soon as the boat hit the beach, Geoffrey was out. He was easily the most lightly equipped member of either team, forgoing the plate carrier the others used in favour of a mesh load bearing vest and ditching the helmet for a boonie hat. His rifle, a PGM 338 with only a variable zoom scope, night optics and anti-mirage band as its only modifications, was slung across his front and an MP5 hung from its sling by his side. He carried a medium-sized rucksack containing everything he was going to need to make himself disappear into the desert, as well as some rudimentary survival equipment.
Kazue soon joined him on the beach. As the designated engineer of the group, she had to carry her pack of tools and explosives in addition to her standard battle equipment of rifle, plate carrier, helmet and ammunition. She loaded a magazine into her Type 89 assault rifle and cocked it. She nodded to Geoffrey, indicating her ready.
"Move when you're ready," Wei Jie said in a low voice. In the dead silence of the night, it might as well have been a shout.
With a nod to their team leader, Geoffrey and Kazue moved off towards their observation post. "Virus-Four to Osprey sniper. We are moving to our OP." Kazue reported in a quiet voice over her headset. "Let us do a bit of recon before you start shooting things up. Out."
It did not take long for them to reach their post - the two klick estimate had obviously been from the beach to the compound itself. Geoffrey looked out at the pinpricks of light in the distance and guessed that they were maybe five or six hundred meters away, but no more than that. It was a lot closer than he was used to, but it was probably for the best. With such a high chance of collateral damage and civilian casualties, he wanted his shots to be as accurate as possible.
"Outpost my ass," Kazue said as she looked around them and tapped her foot on the ground. "Ground is hard, we won't be able to dig a scrape worth digging in time." She looked out across the road. "I see a small ditch, we could probably use that as cover."
Geoffrey shrugged. "Better than nothing. Let's go."
They dashed across the road and did not stop until they reached the ditch. It was, as Kazue said, small, but it could at least fit the two of them and with a few hacks of Kazue's entrenching tool, they managed to make it possible for them to poke their rifles out without increasing the risk of being spotted. To conceal them even further, Geoffrey took out a large net with brown strips of cloth stitched to it and laid it over the ditch, securing it down with rocks he found around them. He sprinkled a few handfuls of sand over the net to complete the illusion. It was sub-par and far from satisfactory, but in such low-light conditions, it would do.
He slipped back into the makeshift scrape and shouldered his rifle, peering through his scope and aiming towards the brothel. Beside him, Kazue took out a pair of binoculars and scanned the area in front of them. "Virus-Three and Four in position." Geoffrey reported and adjusted his scope. "Eyes on the brothel. I can see lots of movement inside and cars parked outside. We could have a lot more people than we expected. Osprey snipers, can you confirm?"
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Allowing the pirates bodies to drop deep beneath the dephts of the seas never to heard of again Kingpin moved over to the pirates boats. Sean gave the order to take the boats and move them while he applied the Breach charge to the ship to be blown when the order was given
Osprey's Marksman Team moved with a certain eloquence, as Scot and Bird set up in position, sweeping the small house before getting up on the roof. Bipod down, Scot looked down the optic, looking at the beam of light searching around, with the wire fence nothing that could be in their way.
"Got you, Virus Three. We've got a wire fence, I got eyes on our increased contacts. Two more technicals. Shit. I ping at least five to seven more people than we expected. I'm good to take a shot from here, minimal wind, it's about 2m/s north, little correction needed. It seems like this fucker's got an event on." Scot said, as he adjusted his beanie, Bird wearing her baseball cap backwards as to not get in the way of her NVG set, as she engaged her IR pointer on the target, her C8 raised. The rooftop had a corregated iron composition, and a few spare panels on the top of it, completely rusted. The Osprey Marksman team had dragged a part of it over, and it meant that they were effectively covered, on the shack-like structure, looking natural in low light conditions. The team only wore their regular desert camoflage- with Bird's CADPAT Desert, and Scot's AOR1 not perhaps being a sniper's ettiquette, but being useful for the marksman team at this point. It gave them adaptability, no doubt, and was lighter than a ghillie. They weren't snipers- Bird was merely there to spot targets, and keep an overwatch, knowing well that she'd be off the mark in accuracy compared to Scot.
Wojtek, Czech and Thor were moving with pace, following them up from the North-East, going past the house, IR strobes on their shoulders. They wore fairly standardized Special Forces kit, being moreover for the three an AOR1 camoflaged BDU, a plate carrier and vest, as well as general acessories such as GPSes, pouches, as well as aptly camoflaged Predator 45 rucksacks- British Army kit, that did more than enough of the job out here. They moved along a small, shallow dried up stream bed, moving past some dead reeds as they moved up to a form-up position. It was 150m across, and that was right to the front door. It would be hard to get in, but no doubt, this was a start.
"Thor, get Carly Boy ready. Careful with the backblast- check your six before you fire, or we'll have a repeat of Mali. We're going to need him to blow up one of those vehicles if need be, once Virus is ready. Czech, you set up the MG, bipod down here. Me and Thor will be the movers, and we'll need to lob smoke across to then cover this. Cause as much anarchy as possible. After all, fucking Wei has a grenade launcher, of all things. He doesn't give a fuck." Wojtek said, chuckling, looking to Czech.
"Crazy Chinese. They train their soldiers with a different mentality to us...but if it gets the job done, it ain't stupid. So where's your grenade launcher, Czech?" Wojtek said, jokingly, as Czech turned to him.
"I've carried part of a Mark 19, and fuck that, thanks. There are big strongmen who can do that if they want. I'm a fucking machinegunner, not a fucking beast of burden." He said, as Wojtek chuckled, aware that this was just a lull. The dried streambed was a good position to move from, as Wojtek observed, looking in.
"Virus, Osprey Actual and assault team is ready to move. Let me know once you hit the brothel. It's on your word- we shoot the light, make some noise when you feel like it." Wojtek simply said over the radio, as he aimed down the magnified Holographic sight, looking at the contacts moving around. He could see the Bofors was unmanned, but close to a set of chatting guards, around a fire, that was put up in the middle of the fenced-off compound. They wouldn't hit the main compound, but rather, go towards the fence, and the explosion would undoubtedly blow part of it down. Otherwise, just breaking out the wire cutters was an option, or clambering over, with cover. It would be tricky, but it was a minor obstruction- something they could deal with, no matter. There was a hubub in his house, and while the spotlight wasn't in their direct view, Wojtek knew they had to play it safe, for now at least. When Virus was ready, he could give the word, and the marksman team would unleash hell, killing the spotlight and the guards that were elevated. Then decimating the people in the open, and hell would raise on from the Carl Gustav.
(MAP- look to the bushes of the map of Long Arm, the north-east corner.)
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flicking on his radio Sean called the rest of the Black Jack teams. "Kingpin is in position. all the Enemy Zodiacs are down and out of the way. Breaching charge placed waiting for go time. your set to enter now."
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"Virus-Two copies, Osprey. We are almost in position. Out." Firdaus said quietly into his microphone as he crept slowly towards the brothel. For the past half-an-hour, the other three members of Virus had quick-marched themselves to a prime flanking position on the building's southern side. It took a far longer time than a direct assault and involved a lot more leopard crawling than Firdaus liked, but as he looked at the lightly defended building, he had to admit, it was definitely worth the effort. As Wei Jie had predicted, guards on the outside were minimal, just two half-asleep men on chairs, their AKs leaning against the wall beside them. After all, Khanya was probably not worried about who got in, but rather who got out.
He inched his way forward; they were now just fifty meters away from the brothel. Looking back, he did a final check to make sure that Adelaida and Wei Jie were following behind him before continuing onward, slowly crawling towards the two guards by the door and taking care not to make any sound. Firdaus doubted that the guards could see them, as tired as they appeared to be. The desert version of the Japanese Jeitai camouflage pattern worked quite well in the Somali desert and - Firdaus made a note to thank Allah specifically for this blessing on Friday - it was a cloudy, moonless night.
"Adelaida, Firdaus, the guards are yours." Wei Jie's muted voice came over his headset. Nodding to no one in particular, Firdaus slowly pushed his primary weapon, a 552 commando outfitted with a simple red dot sight, foregrip and laser targeter, to his back, beside the Remington 870 that was his breaching tool. He drew the silenced QSW-06 from his thigh holster and slowly continued moving forward. While everyone on the team stuck with whatever weapon they had used in their respective armed forces, the QSW-06 was the only weapon that Wei Jie insisted on being standard, and with good reason. Fitted with a silencer and firing a specialized subsonic round, it was as close to a truly silent weapon as they could get.
"Understood. Firdaus, wait up." Adelaida said, thought Firdaus wished she had chosen a better time. He was now barely twenty meters from the guards and was probably a sharp breath away from being detected.
"Virus-Three to assault element, you're still in the clear." Geoffrey's voice came over their headset. "The two sleepyheads are your only opposition so far, but I would not make too much noise. I can see armed men in the brothel through the windows. Looks like Khanya's throwing some kind of party."
"Not the good kind, I imagine." Firdaus muttered darkly, just as Adelaida pulled up alongside him. Wei Jie still lagged behind, but Firdaus could understand why. After all, he was the one lugging the nine-kilo grenade launcher. Firdaus smirked as he recalled the first time he saw the Chinaman slinging that beast across his back. At first, the Malaysian had thought that it was something Wei Jie had been taught during his time with the PLA, but upon asking, Wei Jie had rather sheepishly explained that he just liked the launcher. It was by no means a bad thing. The QLB-06 - or 'nine kilograms of fuck you and everything you stand for' as Geoffrey eloquently called it - proved to be incredibly useful for anything between taking out lightly armoured vehicles to knocking down troublesome walls.
"In position," Adelaida reported. "Left or right?" She whispered.
"Take caution, searchlight swiveling." Geoffrey warned.
Fridaus grimaced. "Left, and let's do it fast." He said and took aim at his target with his pistol. With a nod to Adelaida, the two of them fired almost simultaneously, their weapons barely making a sound as the bullet left the muzzle. The two guards jerked slightly, as if they had awoken with a start, then slumped in their seats, completely still. "Wei Jie, rendezvous at the southern wall, searchlight is coming for us."
"Understood. With all the noise they're making inside, I'd say we can make a run for it. I doubt they're paying any attention to what's going on outside, anyway." Came the section leader's response. Given the green light, Firdaus and Adelaida quickly got to their feet and made a mad dash for the wall, taking cover behind it just as the searchlight swept over their previous position. With his heart in his throat, Firdaus prayed hard that the searchlight operators would not notice that the two guards were now dead instead of sleeping. A second later, Wei Jie slid into position beside Adelaida.
"Two techinicals," Firdaus said and peeked around the corner. "I think we can take the both of them out with a single charge."
Wei Jie nodded. "Good plan. Wait for the searchlight to pass. Adelaida, take a look around the building and find us an alternate method of entry. I don't want to blast through a wall without knowing who or what's behind it and I don't like the idea of kicking down the front door either."
"Understood," Adelaida replied with a nodded and, sticking to the wall, skulked around the corner behind them with her G36K up and at the ready.
"Searchlight is moving...Moving...Still moving..." Geoffrey said and, as if for comedic effect, yawned.
"Glad to see the effort you're putting into this," Firdaus said with a smirk.
"I know, right?" Geoffrey replied and Firdaus swore he could hear the mischievous grin in his voice. A second later, the sniper continued, "All clear. Make any moves you need. I'll continue providing overwatch."
Wei Jie nodded and tapped Firdaus on the shoulder, giving him the go signal to make his move. Without hesitating, the Malaysian dashed from cover and slid into position beside the nearest technical. He took out a small block of plastic explosive from one of the pouches attached to his belt - while Kazue carried all the larger block charges and detonating cord, Firdaus liked to carry small charges in case he ran into uncooperative walls - and unceremoniously placed it under the vehicle, directly underneath the oil sump.
He took out the detonator and making a quick check to make sure it was in test mode, pressed the button. A green LED lit up on the device, telling him that it was armed and ready to go. Satisfied, he ran back to the wall, taking behind the corner and in front of Wei Jie. "Armed and ready. I placed enough explosives to kill four technicals. These pirates are going to have one hell of a fireworks show." He said with a grin on his face. He could barely contain his excitement at things finally starting to kick off.
Adelaida reported back soon after. "There's a small extension on the eastern wall. From what I can see through the tiny window, it looks like a storeroom. Regardless, it's a place with no one."
"Then that's our point of entry." Wei Jie said firmly. "Move out and assume two-man breaching person. Adelaida, you will be the point woman for this breach. Firdaus, set a timed charge and give it ten seconds. I want Osprey and Geoffrey to attack at the same time. Once the wall is blown, detonate your charge and kill the technicals. Hopefully all that chaos would be enough to stun the bastards inside to give us time to kill them without too much resistance. I want the brothel cleared quickly so we can cover Osprey for their assault on the main compound. All clear?"
"Got it," Firdaus and Adelaida replied one after the other and quickly moved to the eastern wall and adopted their positions. Wei Jie stood on the right with Adelaida roughly half a meter away and opposite him.
"Virus Actual to Osprey. We are setting up our assault on the brothel." Wei Jie said as Firdaus fiddled with the timer on the charge. "Twenty seconds until it all goes loud, so pick your targets. We have the technicals covered, so you can save your rocket for something else. Geoffrey, do you have-"
"We have our target," came a terse reply from Kazue. Wei Jie took that as a sign that his sniper was already concentrating on his target and was ready to shoot at any moment, otherwise he would have replied personally. "Osprey, we will be taking out one of the guards by the bofors. Take the other if you want, or you can leave it to us."
Firdaus placed the charge on the wall and quickly took up position behind Adelaida. "Ten seconds," He said over his headset. In a joking tone, he added, "Hey, Osprey, mind keeping Khanya alive long enough for us to see him? I think Virus has got some words for him."
"Target acquired," came Geoffrey's cool voice over the radio, and that quickly put an end to any light conversation.
Firdaus mentally counted down the remaining seconds. Five more to go.
"Minimal wind, distance four-fifty meters. Ready to fire." The sniper reported, probably trying to help co-ordinate the teams with the countdown that followed. "Three...Two...One...Sending."
And then, all hell broke loose.
Osprey was aware of what was going down. Thor put his Launcher back, as he saw what Virus were doing. Cheeky bastards. They had this on the run, and Wojtek looked over, ready with a white smoke grenade, Czech also prepping one. Bird and Scot looked on, as Scot aimed his rifle to the spotlight, aware he wanted it dead.
"Virus, this is Osprey Marksman. We've got the light, then anything that moves in the compound. We fire on your go." Scot said, as he looked down the ACOG, the 6X optic magnifying sufficiently. He heard Virus call out the timing, as he readied his shot. The noise of Virus's shot was enough to trigger Scot to fire, and that smashed the light to pieces, the lens broken apart into shards, as the 7.62x51mm round pieced it, and hit the bulb within, taking it out of action. The guards were confused, but from Osprey's perspective, this wasn't all hell breaking loose. This was controlled chaos to Wojtek, and this was where they got moving.
Czech opened up with the FN Minimi, the modified 7.62mm caliber that it accomodated tearing apart infantry on the northern wall, taking them out as the smokes opened up, and Wojtek looked to Thor, giving a certain nod as both operators were over the enfilade and moving through the blooming smoke, weapons raised as they moved to the wall. Part of it had been knocked down by the fire, the weak chainlink scattered apart, as Thor kicked it down, the sight of a militant confused by the smoke grenade receiving a shot from Wojtek's F2000, right in the temple of his head.
"It's on now! Czech, cancel your fire, move to the fence- Scot, Bird, watch the roof for RPGs!" Wojtek called out, as Wojtek moved forward, aware that the technicals were on the other side of the compound. There were contacts concentrated, as Wojtek slid behind a pair of oil barrels, used for heating, as Thor formed up behind a metal cistern of sorts. Wojtek sent a 40mm round over the technicals, and decimated a pair of enemies there, before leaving it to Virus to deal with. Czech was with the team now, and movement was rapid. The clack of the L129A1, emptying enemies that moved onto the roof, was systematic and beautiful, as a man fell off the roof, in a carnage-fueled manner. Wojtek moved slow, as he nodded to the two men by him, as they hustled forwards. Checking the rifle, he moved to the wall of the building, weapon raised as he peeked around. Fire laced it, as Thor already had a M67 prepared, and lobbed it around, the resulting bang sending dust and dirt up, as well as fragments of the side of the building, as Thor pushed around first, his Colt C8 raised as he moved to the door.
"Give them room service, Thor. No chances." Wojtek said, as Thor nodded, the breacher of the assault team slapping out a doorknob charge, shoving it onto the handle of the door as a flashlight shined through, with AKM fire bursting the door a little, as Wojtek counted how many bullets were being fired. He had spent 20 rounds, and he was scared now, whoever was on the other end. Thor gave a thumbs up through his Mechanix glove, as Wojtek did the exact same back to him.
The door blew itself off almost entirely, as Thor went left, and Czech went right, taking the man down and shooting two men that were at the back of the living room, by an old CRT TV, with clean shots.
"We breathing?" Wojtek asking, as they moved through, the darkness being illuminated by flashlights as Wojtek and Thor found cover behind a wall, aware that it was intensely blinding.
"Czech's up." Czech said, as Wojtek saw Thor look intact. He needed no response really, as he put his NVGs up, grabbing a tube from his plate carrier.
"Standby, Virus, we're popping a flare inside. They're using flashlights intensely, so I suggest we level it. NODs up." Wojtek said, as he popped the red flare, lobbing it through as fire went off, the fact that there were people around the corner now as clear it could be. Wojtek raised his F2000, and peeked the bullpup weapon around the corner, opening up as he emptied the magazine on the man, the paranoia and darkness having them completely by sudden.
"Thor, go first. Osprey Marksman, watch fire on the building." Wojtek said, as they moved slowly up the stairs, a door right at the top.
"Could be booby-trapped. Scot, what do you see inside?" Wojtek asked, as Thor kept point, not touching or approaching the door.
"They're aiming at the door. We have positive identifiaction on Yalero Khanya, and two accomplices, armed with handguns. HVT is armed with a Kalashnkov, 7.62mm spec AKM. He's wearing a turban, and dark clothing. Wait...hang on, he's got a girl wrapped in his arms. Holding her hostage. Shit." Scot said, as he watched the target, the thin window that he managed to just pick out the target from being the HVT's bedroom.
"You have a green light to take the shot when ready on the target of opportunity. I repeat, green light. There's nothing we can do about collateral." Wojtek said, as Scot jumped in.
"Wojtek, are you sure?"
"No buts, Scot. Do it." He said, as Wojtek let Thor prep a flashbang, aware that this was going to be messy above all else.
Khanya yelled to his men for the last time, as the bullet piereced the window, slamming into Khanya's chest, and exiting into the 12 year old girl he had hostage, entering her shoulder and leaving just below her heart. They both fell on the floor, as the other two shot the door, before it was kicked in. The flashbang entered, and the team kept their heads down, as it whitened the room, the sound of gunfire following. Thor fired on the man on the left, whilst Wojtek took out the man on the right, as Thor fell back a little just as he headed up.
"Shit! Fucking 9mm in my vest." Thor said, almost chuckling as he felt good to be alive, Czech catching him from going back down the stairs. The little girl had taken a shot, it didn't look critical- most of the energy had been spent, but Wojtek knew what had to be done, had to be done. Khanya moaned, as Wojtek lowered his F2000, rolling the HVT over with his foot.
"You bastard." He said, as Khanya held the wound, in agony from the shot. No doubt he'd bleed out, but he wanted this to be solved. He withdrew his Mk23, crouching down, as he looked out the window. Virus was working on the brothel, but all hostiles in the immediate area of the compound were now dead. They had time.
"This is personal, shithead. It's for Elisaveta. A woman you tortured and murdered. You kill innocent little girls, and rape them. There's a special ring of hell for you." He said, coldly, almost remorslessly. Wojtek was bitter, and didn't give a fuck at this point in time. He poked the barrel of the .45 cal weapon against Khanya's head, before he pulled the trigger. It was bloody, but it was done. He felt good, and kicked the man once more, as Thor looked to his team leader, almost a little wanting to stop him. But he had his reasons, and Thor knew that more than anyone could. Sarkov had lost his girl to this monster, and now, perhaps Wojtek had enacted precisely what the big man would say.
"Antov, this is Osprey. We have the HVT struck off. Repeat, HVT is eliminated." Wojtek said, looking out the window, a new magazine in his weapon, as Thor coughed, chuckling as he adjusted his Boonie, looking over to Osprey's marksman team, on the building in the distance. If you looked carefully, you could see them, just about. The flare below was dying, and Thor put his NVGs down again, as he reloaded himself, dusting off the shot that had thankfully not gone through his vest.
"Virus, it's done. We're going to head back to the RIB. Back to the ship, for re-tasking. We've left enough blood as it is. Free the girls, and let's be gone." Wojtek simply said, as he turned to Czech and Thor, the young 601st Operator and the grizzled, blacksmith's beard toting Norwegian looking to Wojtek with a certain look.
"It's people like that who make the world a bad place to live in. The Greater Good just won. Now feel good about that." Wojtek said, almost not wanting to think about this anymore. He just wanted to go, as he heard Scot radio in.
"Wojtek, what orders we got?" Scot asked, as Wojtek headed down the stairs, sweeping the area, as he put his hand back to his headset.
"Cover our exit. We're going. Watch the roads. Same goes for Virus. We'll use your OP as a fallback, then we'll hoof it." Wojtek simply added, as Osprey's Assault contingent left the house, then the compound.
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After they were dismissed Azriel left the meeting room and met with his team in the armory. "Alright team listen up, the big guy wants us taking the ship with non-lethals, that means Prophet-Two you're going in with rubber rounds in the shotty and taking point. The rest of us are carrying tasers and non-lethal grenades flashbangs and sting grenades are a must and don't forget the flexi-cuffs. These bad guys come out alive any questions?" He said, and his team responded in unison. "No sir." Azriel just nodded "Mount up we are going under." With that the team loaded their gear and got set in about 20 minutes the team was in wet gear and hitting the water.
The team sans Prophet-Four moved quietly through the waves, the only sound they heard was the low whir of the diving vehicles rudders. They stopped their vehicles right under where they were supposed to climb up. Quietly they climbed into the boat and went to work pulling their gear out of cases that kept them dry and Azriel keyed his mic opening a channel to the Blackjack teams. "This is Prophet-Lead we are on deck proceeding to clear, out." He turned and tapped Ashley on her shoulder and whispered. "Get moving P-two." She nodded and started moving toward the medbay, they were out in the open when one of the pirates swung out of the small goods room a stolen hoo-ah bar in hand. The pirate looked at the team and was about to shout an alarm but didn't have the time before Prophet-One cleared the distance and struck him right in the throat his call for help only came out as a raspy gasp barely audible by Azriel who stood only a few feet away, One then proceeded to take the legs out from under the pirate and take him to the deck and then with a quick strike knocked him out, they cuffed the man up and dragged him off back into the aft-deck. And continued with the operation.
Their first room entry was the med-bay, they came in and surprised a few guards who barely had time to reach for their weapons before one was hit by a rubber round and another by a taser fired by Azriel, they were cuffed and piled together. When the team checked beds they found one of the hostages in bad shape, she was suffering from something and the team didn't have the time to check what Azriel got on the comms. "This is Prophet-lead to Kingpin, we got one of the hostages in the medbay shes in rough shape can you roll around in the zodiac and we'll uhh lower her to you. How copy?"
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"Prophet-lead this is kingpin-one. we read you good to hear from you guys, thought you'd got lost. go to the left side of the ship and wait for a glint from my sniper then have one of your guys lower her down over" Sean replied relieved that he now wasnt the only team out there. "Kingpin-Actual this is Kingpin-one move to the left of the boat and glint your scope to signal Prophet lead to lower a hostage thats in pretty bad shape, copy". "Copy that Kingpin one moving to position, im Oscar Mike." Katya moved her zodiac to the left of the boat and glinted her scope for Prophet to see
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The breaching charge had done an excellent job of blowing through the wall, the one behind it, and the unfortunate pirate who had apparently been leaning against the latter. Without waiting for the smoke and debris to settle, Adelaida pivoted on her leading foot and rushed into the brothel through the improvised entrance. The first pirate she laid eyes on took three rounds from her G36K and his buddy beside him was quickly eliminated by a burst from Wei Jie's Type 81. They had caught the enemy with their pants down - some of them quite literally. They had obviously not expected such a sudden and explosive assault, and most of them were still in the midst of pulling their pants up or grabbing their rifles when they were dropped.
"Move!" Wei Jie shouted to a group of incredibly frightened women as he moved up the right. The brothel looked quite standard for an illegal operation using enforced labour. It was squarish, with a single corridor running down the center of the building and doors leading off to individual rooms along the side. The area the team had breached was probably a storeroom where necessities were stored, and the room after that looked to be a area for the women to rest, though from the looks of it, that was not what it was in fact used for.
Adelaida felt a shiver go down her spine as she made the quick observation. Human trafficking was rife in the Philippines - and most of South-East Asia, for that matter - and such brothels were almost as common as a mosquito. From the corner of her eye, she could tell that Firdaus was also quite put off by the mere existence of the brothel. He barely showed any emotion as he kicked a pirate pleading for his life to the ground fired into his head at point-blank range.
"Room cleared," Firdaus reported and moved towards the corridor, taking cover on the left side of the entrance. Adelaida was about to move up to take up position on the other side when one of the doors opened and a pirate jumped out, firing wildly from the hip with his AK. Bullets struck the ground, the walls and the ceiling, but Adelaida and Wei Jie managed to get out of the line of fire before the pirate could get lucky.
Firdaus leaned out of cover and opened fire on the pirate. At such a close range and such tight quarters, the pirate was struck by almost every pellet contained in the shell. He let out a final yell of intense pain and dropped his AK before falling back onto the ground. "Clear every room!" Wei Jie ordered. Turning back to the women, he said, "All of you, stay here until we're done."
While Adelaida knew he meant well, wanting to keep them well away from the fighting, she could almost feel the women behind them tensing up at his words. No doubt they were used to such rough and commanding tones being accompanied by plenty of violence, both physical and mental. With a gentle smile, she looked to the youngest of the women - a terrified girl who could not be older than ten - and said in a motherly voice, "Don't worry. You'll all be safe and home soon, I promise."
She did not know whether they could even understand her, but that seemed to put at least some of them at ease, so she shifted her attention back to the corridor. Wei Jie and Firdaus had already cleared the first two rooms, which were thankfully empty and had moved on to the third and fourth respectively. Automatically, Adelaida made her way to the third door on the left side of the corridor. She licked her lips and let out a sharp breath to steady herself before kicking the flimsy wooden door down and aiming her rifle at whoever was inside.
There was a pirate inside, but his pistol was not aimed at her. Rather, he had his arm wrapped tightly around the neck of a woman and the muzzle of his pistol pressed against her temple. Adelaida clenched her jaw and took aim at the pirate, but he was smart - he kept most of his person hidden behind his hostage and all Adelaida could see down her sights were the pleading, teary eyes of the hostage. "Move and I shoot." The pirate said, though his subsequent gulp gave away his fear.
Adelaida narrowed her eyes, wondering how she was going to go about solving this problem, but then she soon noticed the pirate's mistake.
He was standing directly in front of a window.
"Adelaida, I need him to turn." Geoffrey's voice came over her headset, as if on cue.
"Calm down," Adelaida said and lowered his rifle. "Just let the girl go and you can keep your life." She did not take her eyes off the pirate at any point in time as she slowly but surely side-stepped to the left. It was risky - the pirate could be so nervous that he would pull the trigger the minute he detected the movement, but it had to be done. There was no way Geoffrey was going to be able to put a round through the pirate without killing the hostage in their current position. "You're young. Maybe you just made a mistake. It happens." Adelaida said calmly and continued shifting to the side. "We can help you."
Then, the pirate made the fatal error of turning ever so slightly to his right to face Adelaida. Geoffrey wasted no time and almost immediately a bullet came crashing through the window and entered the head of the pirate. The resulting exit wound splashed the wall next to the door with his brains and parts of his shattered skull. The woman screamed and dropped to a squatting position, her eyes shut tight and hands over her ears. Adelaida rushed to her side and knelt, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Shh," She shushed the crying woman. "You're safe now."
Slowly, she removed the woman's hands from her ears and looked at her face. Her eyes were red from crying, but apart from a few scrapes and bruises, she appeared unharmed. At least physically. Adelaida added to herself with a slight frown. She gently helped the woman get to her feet and pointed out the door. "The others are outside. Go join them and I promise you, we will help you get out of here."
The woman nodded and ran out of the room as if it was infected by the plague. Adelaida could not blame her. Looking at the old and stained mattress on the floor, the depressingly bare earthen walls and single, flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the room looked rather sinister, as if it came straight out of a horror film. She quickly made her way out of the room and rejoined Wei Jie and Firdaus, who had both finished clearing the rest of the rooms.
"Virus to Osprey, brothel is cleared." Wei Jie reported. "Seven pirates KIA, twelve civilian prisoners freed."
The three of them made their way to the back room where the women were. Wei Jie looked over them and let out a frustrated sigh. While Sergei had said that they simply had to free the women, that was not how Virus operated. Everyone on the team, especially Adelaida, Firdaus and Geoffrey, knew that just letting them loose would be akin to killing them. Unarmed, with no supplies and no idea where they were, they would barely last two days, let along long enough to make it back to civilization.
"Too many of them to bring with us," Firdaus said with a grimace. Osprey would probably have objected to the original, unvoiced plan, but Adelaida was quite confident that Wei Jie would have been able to make them see reason if there were a reasonable number of prisoners. Twelve was in no way within that range. "And it's almost a week's march to the nearest city, and that is at the standard GGK pace."
Wei Jie nodded in agreement, then took out his satellite phone and GPS. He knelt down, intending to pass it to one of the women, but she shrank back from him and kept her eyes glued to the floor.
Adelaida shook her head and said, "Here, let me." She said and took out the same devices from her pockets. She knelt and slowly extended her hand with the items towards the women and nodded her head slightly, all the while keeping a friendly expression on her face. She made sure her rifle was slung at her side and hidden from view as much as possible - no doubt the prisoners all grew to associate the sight of an armed person with whatever trauma they had suffered. "Use this to call for help." She said and held up the phone. "Use this to find your way home." She continued, holding up the GPS.
After a few tense seconds of silence, one of the women gingerly reached out and took the two devices. "T-Thank you," She said in a small voice.
Adelaida kept her surprise at any one of them speaking English to herself and stood up. Firdaus gave her a thumbs up and Wei Jie merely gave her a nod of approval with his arms folded. "I'll never understand how you do that." He said with a slight shake of his head.
The Filipino laughed softly. Wei Jie was about as gentle as a rock to the face, and his face looked as if it had been carved from a rock, so it was no wonder that the women were not as receptive to him as he had hoped. "Oh, don't worry." Adelaida said as the three of them made their way to the main entrance of the brothel. Through their headsets, they could hear Osprey giving them the meetup point. "You'll get it one day."
"Maybe," Wei Jie said with a shrug. Pressing down on his push-to-talk button, he said, "Virus-Three and Four, we are on the way to your position, please acknowledge."
His response was dead silence. Not even static could be heard.
Frowning, Wei Jie tried again. "Virus-Three and Four, do you copy?"
Once again, he received no reply.
"Shit," Wei Jie muttered. "Something must have happened. Firdaus inform Osprey-"
He was interrupted by a burst of static in his earpiece, followed by the hush voice of Kazue. "Had to go radio silent. Three technicals just drove past us and we barely avoided detection. Estimate around twenty possible hostiles converging on your position."
Suddenly, the relaxed, post-mission mood came to a grinding halt as the news sunk in. "twenty?" Wei Jie repeated in a whisper.
"They must have heard the commotion, or they were intending to use the brothel." Adelaida suggested, but half-heartedly. It was useless to guess the intent of the pirates. All that mattered was that they were on the way and they had to either bug out as quickly as possible or set up a defensive perimeter and prepare for one hell of a fight. twenty untrained fighters were still forty guns firing countless bullets in your general direction.
"Virus to Osprey!" Wei Jie called out urgently as he gestured for his team to double it to the compound. "Virus-Three and Four reports that we have twenty possible hostiles converging on our position. ETA two minutes, recommend we dig in and prepare to push them back! We are approaching the compound and will take up positions on the roof."
Without waiting for a reply, Wei Jie led his team into the compound, into the building and up a series of stairs that led them out onto the flat rooftop. It offered them a good view of the road. Even from such a distance, Adelaida could see the clouds of dust kicked up by the fast moving technicals. It would not be long before they were close enough to realize that something was wrong.
"Adelaida, take the LMG. Firdaus, you're my assistant on the QLB." Wei Jie said quickly and removed the grenade launcher from his back. He unfolded the built-in bipod and placed it on the roof, it's muzzle facing the road. Then, he passed his Type 81 to Adelaida. It was a lot heavier than the G36K that she was used to, but she felt a strange sense of impatience to use the weapon. It looked interesting to say the least, as if someone had taken an old SKS and given it a makeover to become a pseudo-RPK.
Wei Jie adopted a prone position and took aim with the launcher. Firdaus knelt beside him and laid out the two extra magazines for the launcher he had been carrying on the ground. Adelaida took up position a good two meters away from the two of them, deploying the bipod of the machine gun and lying prone with her eyes glued to the road. The last of the technicals had just cleared the turn and was now heading straight for the compound.
"Virus-Three has no shot. Repositioning." Came Geoffrey's voice over the headset.
"Target in sight." Wei Jie said quietly and clicked off the safety of the launcher. There was a tense silence as he waited for the vehicles to get closer. "Firing."
The grenade left the muzzle with a dull thumping sound and silently arced through the air. The thirty-five millimeter high-explosive, dual purpose shell arced silently through the air for almost two seconds before striking the leading vehicle square in the hood. The resulting explosion illuminated the desert with a burning orange glow for a split second. "Open fire!"
Osprey had already been moving, but they didn't have sight of the
"Virus, this is Osprey Actual...hold your fire, we've got Anti-Vehicle on us...just fucking delay it!" Wojtek said, as the three man team ran, Wojtek running full pelt along with the others. There were going to be a lot, and they'd abandoned the compound, making their way out.
"We'll post up where our marksman is..Bird, Scot, bead up the target. Post a laser beam over it, keep tracking it. Thor, have your Carl Gustav ready, we'll need to blow them up. Same goes for you, Czech- weapon ready. We lay down fire from afar." Wojtek said, the three man team sprinting into Bird and Scot's building.
Heading upstairs, Wojtek saw Bird scanning below, nodding as Wojtek headed in.
"Thor stays down here, the M3 has a anti-backblast director attached, we can fire this indoors. Before I get half my fucking internals blown apart, the rest of us go on the roof. Czech, have your Minimi ready to tear up the infantry in the back, Thor hits the rear vehicle. We set in- Virus is in a very precarious position, so we make enough noise for them to make a runner." Wojtek said, as they all nodded, then springing into action. Scot aimed at the second car, as Thor took the burly Carl Gustav M3 off his back, sliding a round in, as he crouched by the smashed window, waiting for the chance. Virus had called itself on the radio well enough to Wojtek's advantage to know they wouldn't be ready in time- but they had to respond, and no doubt, now was the time that they'd fire. From here, they could bound back to the boat, and Osprey would kill the lead, so they broke contact. No more bogging down. Get rid of this, then run, Wojtek said to himself.
"Virus, we've got the Gustav ready, we'll get the last vehicle. Clear it up, once you have no more contacts, you fucking run back to the RIBs. We'll handle the rest of the contact- we've got plenty of Anti-Vehicle and GPMG ammo to kill." Wojtek said, as he watched hell unveil itself, the first set of grenades blow the first vehicle almost apart, the engine blown out of it's mounting as the hood was hit with 35mm rounds. The driver, most certainly dead. Wojtek ducked down, aiming down his magnified optic, as Czech put the bipod down, Scot already wrapping his finger round the trigger. Even Bird's C8, with it's C79 optic, could cut this range. And right now, from this one building, almost 400m from the road, they were watching like friends from Afar.
"Osprey, light them up."
The first floor of the house was filled with a huge backblast, most of which was negated by a window at the other end of the room Thor stood in, though the Anti-Blast cap on the M3 had meant that he wasn't blasted apart by the heat and energy of the backblast. The rocket sailed out, and slammed into the side of the rear vehicle, killing five men in quick sucession, as it erupted into a huge ball of flame, being thrown over onto it's side. They were done for, but that wasn't even it. Bullets were louder than anything, and unsupressed, as they went down range, the sight of 7.62, both semi-auto and fully automatic, raining on the second technical, joined neatly by 5.56 from the team's weapons. Maybe Virus was laying down teh first vehicle, but they were ambushing very effectively, just as Wojtek wanted. He half expected it, but right now, they had to make noise. Within a minute, the second technical had burst into flames as the fuel tank was lit up by tracer fire from Czech's Minimi, as Wojtek looked to the team.
"Everyone, cease fire." Wojtek said, just about to add to his order to ask Virus to move. That was, till Bird saw what she saw.
"Shit! I got sighting on another Technical, 700m, North...it looks like an SPG-9 on that fucking thing!" Bird called out, as Thor reloaded, the sighting enough to make the team very, very tense indeed. A recoilless rifle would hit from that range with ease..and right now, Osprey was in one building. That thing hit, as ancient as it was, it would level the ramshacle construction.
"Fuck...Thor, reload, Scot, get a bead on the gunner." Wojtek said, as Bird took out her Rangefinder once more, looking down the optic at the rapidly moving vehicle.
"They won't hit shit when they move. No doubt they saw the flames. There could be a lot more." She said, watching it go, as downstairs, Thor lobbed a new 84mm round into his launcher, prepping up once more as he knew that this was the last shot that they could take here. The backblast would have been visible, and no doubt, if there were any more, it would behllish.
"Okay...Scot, you fire first, do what you can with the shot on the gunner. When he stops, Thor, you fire. Then we leave, and quickly. We need fucking support." Wojtek said, as he looked to Virus's situation, before back at what was up ahead.
"Ready to fire, Chief." Thor said, as Wojtek looked to Scot, before preparing his own shot, aware that it was going to be very hard, down a 3x magnified optic of his F2000, but no less, they had to take the threat down. Scot waited, till the vehicle stopped, and the gunner loaded a round.
"Do it." Wojtek gave the order simply and calmly, as Scot waited, inhaling carefully before he shot. The bullet went to the side of the driver's body, and missed, pinging off the metal, but the vehicle stopped dead in it's tracks. Czech's Minimi opened up, the arched tracers making double-sure of that, as suddenly, the building shook again. Thor was having to strech his AT skills here, the optic's night vision rangefinder and his own approximation of where the round would go being a skilled effort by the ex-MJK operator. This was a significant distance, and the round was in flight for over a second, before the resounding crashing boom hit back. Thor knew his Carl Gustav well, and knew that the round had detonated the ammunition, with the resultant noise kicking back a couple of seconds later, as Thor cackled.
"Target's down." Thor said, as Scot half-joined in, looking at the mess.
"No fucking shit...I think we pasted it. Fucking brilliant." Scot said, as Wojtek looked to the team on the roof, looking around as he moved back towards the staircase, opening the door up again.
"Virus, this is Osprey Actual. Get your asses out of here. We're going to pop smoke in front of the building and make our way further back to a defensive location, about 1km from our boats. We spotted a enfilade position there, by the coastal dunes. You just make sure that nobody has spotted our RIB, and then we'll pull out from here." Wojtek said, as he looked to the rest of his men, and Bird of course.
"We're getting out of here, now. We're comprimised as it is. Czech, smoke out over our right quarter, Bird, you get the left. We move together now. Get new magazines in, and get ready to move, staggered column." Wojtek said, confident in his order, as he saw the two respective members of the team leave smoke behind. Heading down, Wojtek swiped the magnifier off his weapon, as Thor reloaded his Carl Gustav for the last time, checking his own C8 as he followed behind the team leader. Before thirty seconds had even passed, the front of the house was coated in smoke, covering it in around a 50m radius in belching white smoke, as they left the area. Now, they'd be bringing serious lighting if they wanted to respond, and no doubt, would be in hot pursuit. So much for this target being small fry, Wojtek thought to himself. This was a major brothel, if they were coming out in such number. The sheer audacity seriously put Wojtek on edge- this wasn't foreseen at all, even though something in his mind always made sure contingencies were met. Virus had plucked out behind as they'd taken down the SPG-9, and most of Osprey could guess that leaving wasn't going to be as simple as it was before.
"Antov, this is Osprey Actual, we're retreating back to the RIB right now. We've taken heavy fire, but we've broke contact. If you can, we could do with a Raven (the RQ-11 Raven is a throw-able UAV) over our heads to spot what else we have coming. They want our fucking heads, but it's nothing we can't handle." Wojtek said over the long range, as they kept moving, jogging quickly back over the ground, aware that there was no time to lose. He guessed that Virus was up ahead, probably approaching the boat sooner rather than later- and that meant that they needed to keep going, to make sure they had Virus's back.
The team moved over the ground, moving back through the dried-up streambed, before moving towards the coastal dunes, a feature that went on for the next kilometer or so. Before, Wojtek had led the team to go around them, but right now, they might form the best cover that they could muster, as it gave a little elevation over the land, and could give an insight to enemy movement. They had cut the contact, as they moved over the sandy terrain, all the team's NODs down. Keeping on the coastal side of the coastal dune, they kept their heads down, as two, then four more technicals appeared in the distance, headlamps on. They really were confused, Osprey almost all thought to themselves. Bird plonked herself down on a patch of sand, and broke out the Rangefinder again, checking them, before she turned her attention back to the beach.
"I see a footmobile patrol moving along the beach, 300m to the north of where we hid our boat. One RPG, one PKM, rest are AKs. Looks like it's a patrol looking for something." She said, aware that Virus would hear the transmission, as Scot then also saw what could unmistakably be the sight of a technical branching off towards the dunes.
"They fucking know- oh, they fucking know. We got one coming for the dunes, range is 700m and closing. There's roughly a four man team aboard, they've got lights." Scot said, putting the bipod down, as Wojtek looked to that.
"Well, fuck. Virus, we're going to need to hustle quick. This is a raid, not a lengthy firefight. Clear the team on the beach any way you can and get the boat running. We're going to keep this truck from us. More fucking bodies hit the floor and noise we make, the worse it's going to get with them." Wojtek simply said, as he readied his own weapon, crawling as he set his sight on the closing technical, which pulled over, the team getting out as one man gave a distinct set of orders, with the armed individuals turning their lights on. They were about 300m out, and close enough to engage, as they headed into the open, looking for the vultures who had killed their boss- or so Wojtek thought to himself.
"They just became easy, but bright targets. Fire when ready." Wojtek said, as Czech relished the chance, his laser over the light targets already. The NVG-armed team were finding it easy to see their flashlights in the distance- while blinding, it wasn't up close, and hence wasn't too hard a job to deal with. And with Czech's GPMG, and Osprey's spacing of about 20m over the dune, they were able to light the targets up with little qualm. AK fire pinged back, as a few got down, but with the whole team firing their weapons down range, they were quickly gone.
"Hustle to it Virus, our lead's gone."
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"Kingpin-Actual. get your squad over here. keep yourself there for the girl then get round here" Sean said. a couple moments later Jack and Seamus submerged and awaited with Sean and Issac from the go order from Prophet. "Cobra-One this is Kingpin-Actual, whats your position. over" Katya said through the radio.
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Underwater, Cobra team listened in on the radio channel, with Kingpin on the radio. Adam awaited direct communication. Fortunately he was able to speak under his scuba mask into a radio. "Kingpin Actual, this is Cobra One. Awaiting the signal to surface and board, over?" Adam replied, awaiting his signal. The Cobra team was ready, each manning a torpedo, with their guns slung over their backs. Adam did not ask for non-lethal guns and instead ask for modern military guns, the SA-80, all 4 being fitted with suppressors and ACOG scopes. They also had harpoon guns for firing the boarding hooks. Emile began talking over Channel 7, specific to Cobra team. "Hey, boss." He said. "What are we waiting for huh?" He asked, with C4 breaching charges attached to his belt. 'Boom' was given charge of the breaching procedure, being the best demolition expert on the team. "Hold it Boom." Adam replied. "We're awaiting Kingpin's go ahead then we'll get going." He said. Moyra and Sam stayed silent over the radio but glanced at each other briefly before facing forward at the underbelly of the Odessa.
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"Cobra-one this Is kingpin-actual. Get aboard the ship quickly. Enemy zodiac are down. Prophet-lead are aboard and have counted 3 tangos down. Get to the hostage room quick so we can get these bombs off" Sean said Giving Katya the order to move round to them. "Prophet-lead we got a no go on the hostage drop off . Repeat drop off is a no go. Get her to a secure location over"
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As dangerous as their position was, Wei Jie was unwilling to leave his position until every single hostile was eliminated. He was well aware that the women that they had left in the brothel either had yet to leave, or were still going to be easy prey for any pirates that survived the intense fire pouring in from both his team and the Osprey assault element. Without replying to Osprey, he took aim at a group of pirates and emptied the remaining three rounds in his current magazine. The resulting explosion all but vaporized his targets and maimed a further two who were unfortunate enough to be standing within range of the grenade's burst of shrapnel.
Machine gun fire from his right scythed through the air, mowing down those who had survived the destruction of the technicals and were now attempting an approach on foot. Every now and then, the sharp, distinct crack of a sniper rifle could be heard, shortly followed by the keeling over of an enemy. The lack of any objections from his team made Wei Jie even more sure of his decision to delay their exit for just a little longer to give the women a higher chance of escaping.
Once the last techinical had been taken out by a rocket courtesy of Osprey, Wei Jie at last gave his initial orders for their orderly exit. "Firdaus, take the remaining QLB magazines and head downstairs. Hold position at the same door we came in." He said and pushed the two remaining full magazines towards the Malaysian.
"Got it," Firdaus replied, grabbed the two magazines and hastily made his way back down the stairs.
"Adelaida, I will take over the machine gun. Head down and join Firdaus, I will join the two of you once the coast is clear." Wei Jie said calmly. He knew that Osprey was probably keeping watch over Virus while cursing them for taking so long, but Wei Jie wanted to personally ensure the safety of those under him. He had served under a few commanders who were more than willing to be the first to leave a fight even if it meant leaving their soldiers in a precarious position. At the same time, he had the privilege of serving under those who always made sure their people were safe before leaving themselves. Wei Jie made a note of emulating the latter while using the former as an example of how not to lead.
He pushed himself off the ground and moved over to the LMG just as Adelaida made her way down the stairs. Adopting a low kneeling position, Wei Jie aimed down the sights of the machine gun and fired off short bursts at any pirate who made the mistake of making himself a target. Only once he was satisfied that there were no longer any major threats around did he run back down the stairs to rejoin the rest of his team. "We are in the clear, but we will have to run towards Geoffrey and Kazue. I do not want to hang around here." He said, then addressed his squad's sniper team. "Geoffrey, Kazue, start packing up. We are on the way to your position."
Adelaida frowned slightly even as they cautiously moved through the open door. "What about the women?"
Wei Jie shook his head. There was literally nothing more they could do. Had there been a vehicle large enough to carry all the women back to the nearest town, he would have told Osprey to head back while his team escorted the women away. However, now all they could do was just give the women their freedom and hope for the best. He did not like it a bit, but there was still one ray of hope. "I know that PLA special forces occasionally conduct their own raids on troublesome pirate bases. If they are lucky, they might run into one such raiding party."
"With everything they have endured, I think they deserve a bit of luck." Adelaida said with a sigh, but quickly fell into silence as the three of them ran the four-hundred or so meters to Geoffrey and Kazue's position. It was nothing they were not used to, but after a brief but intense firefight through the brothel, followed immediately after by the repelling of a sizable attack by the pirates, the three of them were out of breath by the time they reached the other two members of their squad.
Wei Jie could feel his legs and lungs burning - the nine kilogram QLB-06 was starting to feel like a bad idea, but he simply stood up straight and took in a few deep breaths to recover. Geoffrey and Kazue were just finishing packing up, the former stuffing the camouflage net back into his rucksack and the latter burying the spent shell casings by shoveling sand into the ditch. It only took them a few seconds before they were ready to move off and Wei Jie mentally prepared himself for the forced quick march back to the insertion point.
They were within visual range of the beach when they received word of an enemy patrol moving down the beach in their direction. By the sound of things, the enemy had no idea where Virus or Osprey were and were merely wandering around blindly and hoping for the best. "Virus Actual copies," Wei Jie said, with no small amount of frustration in his voice. This Khanya was proving to be a pain even after his death. The enemy patrol had to be taken out, no question about that. They could easily wreck the teams' boats and thus leave them trapped in Somalia, and that was not something Wei Jie wanted to happen.
Still, he was not in the mood for a protracted fight. He wanted to go in, eliminate the patrol as quickly as possible and then just hop back into the boat. "Geoffrey, ready your MP5. We are not going to do this the clean way." Wei Jie said. A moment later, he heard the clacking of metal as the sniper slung his rifle across his back and brought up his submachine gun. "Adelaida, Firdaus, I am giving you the freedom of choosing when we attack. Just make sure it is...Fearsome." He said.
Firdaus laughed. "That, I can do. Just watch." He said.
Virus slowed their pace as they approached the boat, anticipating the arrival of the enemy patrol. Sure enough, they saw the circles of light cast by their torches long before they could even make out their outlines. "Shift to flank," Wei Jie said quickly through his microphone. The team moved parallel to the enemy patrol, and only once they were almost in line with one another did Firdaus land the first blow.
With a ferocious roar, he charged towards the leading man of the enemy patrol and fired an extended burst from his 552 into the pirate's chest. He grabbed the body before it fell and used it as a human shield to soak up the rounds fired by the second man in the enemy patrol. While he was distracted with Firdaus, Adelaida joined the fray, placing two clean shots into the second pirate's head, dropping him instantly. From the back, Kazue and Geoffrey wasted no time in taking out their own targets while Wei Jie hung back and used his light machine gun to eliminate those who were smart enough to keep their distance and attempt to regroup.
Within seconds, the pirate patrol had dispersed. Virus made no attempts to persecute the runners; that was not part of their job. They simply had to secure the boat and they had completed their task. Wei Jie pushed the boat slightly into the water so that when Osprey arrived, they could all just pile in, start up the engine and be off. "Virus to Osprey, boat is secured. Just waiting on you." He said and looked out at the water. In the distance, he could make out several pinpricks of white light, probably the headlamps or searchlights of boats. Judging by the fact that almost all of them were heading away from shore and the near-constant distance between each of them, Wei Jie guessed that they were pirate-commandeered vessels. However, they did not seem to be heading towards Virus, at least not at the current moment.
"You might want to make it quick. We have possible pirate vessels leaving shore, but they are not heading for us. Probably for some juicy target farther off shore." He reported.
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Antov booted open the doors to the Coms Room, and marched in yelling hell fire.
"What the fuck is happening on that ship? Someone tell me why the fuck I can't reach half our God damned contractors," he roared, picking up a vacant office chair and tossing it over a bank of servers. Someone may have laughed at this comical gesture, but the fury in the Black Russian's eyes told them this was unwise.
"We're not sure sir. Coms went down with Hotel Three abruptly; we're trying to work out what the fuck happened ourselves, sir," Coms Chief Adrian Shepherd managed to rattle out.
Sergei ran his thick palm fiercly over his hair, shaking his head violently. "This is not how R.E.S.C.U.E operates! For fuck sakes, we're a multi-billion dolar venture with the world's best fucking people. Get me hooked up to the Odessa teams, pronto."
Adrian nodded nervously, and dived back into his keyboard. He slammed away at the keys, pausing occasionally to yell commands at the junior staff. The coms room, all computers and screens, became a frantic buzz of activity as each man did his best to steer clear of Antov's rage.
After several nerve warcking minutes, Adrian finally sighed and gave himself to his fate. "No idea sir. Hotel Three is off the radar, all com lines are dead. We're looking at a crash. Cipher Team is in the water, or worse."
Before he had even finished speaking, Antov had grabbed the nearest mic, squared in his administrative broadcast frequency and began yelling. It was a risky move, anywhere else in the world where radio communications were so easily monitored; out here, on the coasts of Somalia? Even if the pirates did intercept his words, there was fuck all they could do about it.
"All teams, this is Sergei. Cipher are MIA, possible crash. Kingpin, Prophet and Cobra, you are to improvise the shit out of the situation. Fuck the plan; get those hostages out, and do it quickly. We've got pirate activity in the area, and they're likely coming to investigate the happenings on the Odessa. You are clear for lethal force, say again, you are clear for lethal force.
Osprey, Virus, I want those pirates stopped. This'll be a good opportunity to put more of them out of action, and at the same time, I don't want our hostage extraction getting hit from the ground. I'm sending up the Mi-24, she's ready and loaded for bear. I'm giving you full operational control of its inventory; do what you have to do.... what a fucking nightmare, let's just get this over with. Antov, out."
Turning from the Coms Room, and exiting the room, Sergei left for the armoury. Not really acknolwedging his surroundings as he went, he absent mindedly keyed his radio. "This is Antov, we have a possible bird in the water. Who've we got in the area?"
A few seconds passed before a burst of static emitted from his earpiece, followed by a Frenchman's voice. "We've got a Sea king on the Ayatollah, but she's an hour away."
Sergei paused to punch a random piece of the ship's internal metalwork. His fist came away bloody. "Understood, cancel the request," he replied with a heavy sigh. A few clicks on his headset later, and he spoke again, "Captain, take us to the Odessa. We've got men in the water, and fuck knows what else."
"Yes, Mister Antov," came the reply.
Sergei came to a rest at the armoury door, and hesitated. Why had he come here? Weapons weren't going to save his people. "Fucking crash," he murmured. "What a day this is shaping up to be."
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