beginning anew, past forgoten 2: turning the coals
"Colonel I came as quick a I could. What is the situation?" Green panted out as he barged through the office door. "Ah, Green, It seems as Halure is making a move. He has sent a company northbound from the Alpine Pass. It appears his next target is the civilian town of Nebo; however, through monitoring the company's positioning with UAVs, we have found that to make the journey they need to stop at Cisco Fort located three klicks away from Nebo." Sylvain motions towards a local topographical map. "Alpha Company will spear point this operation with air support. First platoon will attack directly drawing there attention then retreating. Their commander, Lance Polar is inexperienced which leads me to believe that he will give chase after witnessing the small numbers. Air support will then cluster bomb their rear, forcing them into the mountain pass where second platoon and third platoon will be lying in wait on either side to ambush them. They will get caught in the crossfire." "But sir, why do you need me." "You are my insurance. I need you to prepare your squad to enter the rear of the fort and disable all the electronics so as to not rely on Polar's stupidity to leave the fort. We have the blueprints of Cisco Fort. Your team will have UAVs and Predator Missiles at your command. Protecting Nebo is our main objective. This operation shall be known as BLACKOUT. Prepare your team, your shipping out tonight."
There they stood. Packed into a Nighthawk chopper, while all the still bewildered at the fact that they were finally on their first mission. Sarah covered in lightweight RAVEN body armor had equipped her Fabrique Nationale FN F2000 assault rifle complete with an ACOG scope and M203 40mm grenade launcher. She had also donned her Fabrique Nationale Five-Seven pistol. Ryan wore the more balanced RAPTER armor and had equipped the TDI Vector submachine gun with a reflex sight. He carried the Beretta Model 93R three round burst automatic pistol for back up; as well as, two M18 Claymores. Jake looked more like a tank with GOLIATH armor backing up his Fabrigue Nationale M249 SAW. And as if he didn't already have enough firepower, he was also carrying the C4. The wolf of the bunch, Ben, had, like Sarah, donned RAVEN body armor. However, he was equipped with a newly issued Walther WA2000 with a modified thermal scope. "Damn, this thing still doesn't feel right. I told you that I would be more effective had I my Intervention, but no," Ben wined again. "Sure it looks nice, but I have no idea how it performs." Green came in over the radio. "Shut your trap or the next time your sent out you'll be carrying a roman candle." "Hey Ben, this is your drop isn't." "yah, it is. Remember Ryan, don't call in for sniper support until you need it. My weapon doesn't have a silencer." "Gotcha." And with that Ben was fast roping down on cliff over looking the facility. The chopper fell though the air to the ground below. "This is the closest I can get you without being noticed. Best of luck... You'll need it."
Two guards on fire watch duty were all that stood in the way of the rear entrance. They were both brown bears equipped with regulation ACUs. "Two tangos at your 12. Green where is that UAV." "Hold your horses Ryan... There. I've set up a link to the UAV through your eyepiece" "Thanks" "I still think that the yellowbelly ought to have come with us. I mean havin' a radio guy in the back is good and all, but really? I think he has it out for us." "Jake stop complaining. You'll just in up getting court marshaled." Sarah motioned them over. "Guys its 4, time to get rolling. Silencers on" "I've got the one on the right. Ryan you get the one on the left. Three, two, one" With her final sounding, the bears went wide eyed as the two simultaneous shells cleaved in twain their thick fleshly skulls. Blood splattered out the exit wound painting the side wall crimson. Their names were Pete Tower and James Nell. Pete had two cubs, but a divorced wife. The two after the death of their father were transported to an orphanage where they died of starvation. They refused to eat out of depression. "All clear." "Jake move those bodies out of sight" "Will do." "Form up." After Jake had disposed of the bodies, they headed in the building. "Green, where is that power box." "Hold up Yeager... Ah there it is. It is east of your position just beyond the conference room second door on the left." "What's the easiest way to get there?" "There is a floor level vent running along the left of the conference room. Take that and maybe you could get some hints on Halure's plans." Jake easily slipped the grating from the wall, while Sarah and Ryan went into the vent. "Jake stay here. Your too large to get through without making a terrible racket. I'll need the C4." "Sure thing." "Jake, this is Green. If your staying behind; there is a glass barrier between you and the conference room. If there is any chance of Sarah and Ryan being found I want you to empty a clip into everyone in there." "Confirmed." The white and brown silhouettes morphed into the saturnine vent.
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"Ok, we're in," whispered Sarah as she silently placed the grating down on the floor. Ryan stepped forward, armed the C4, and asked, "how long do we have?" We have twenty minutes before Mace's troops land." "Damn, that's cutting it close it'n it?" "Beats the hell out of being them." "Amen." The two started back down the winding vent. "How do ya think Ben is holding up," Ryan asked. "Really, I believe you could push the guy of a cliff and tell him to fly... And he would do it. I mean, we found him still in the front lean and rest doing push-ups two hours after Green put him there." "It's not that I'm worr... Whoa wait, stop. You here that." A shiver traveled the length of the mongoose's tail as the metallic racket of nails clanking across the floor echoed about in the now focused ear Ryan placed against the cold duct. Silence soon followed; however, what came next made the Ryan's amber hair stand on end. Gunfire pelted the dense metal in the distance. Then a voice... A pained voice.
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Guard duty again. Why was it always him. It was always he who received the crap of a mission. The others dismissed it as simple coincidence, but he knew better. He was a fox, plain as that. He knew the foxes where the so called inferior race of little intelligence. They where expendable unworthy soldiers who rarely did anything of importance. Hell, he was not even suppose to be allowed the honor of wearing Sylvain's uniform. Damn, what he would do to be a lion or other superior race of born leaders. "Preston. Preston? God damn it Preston answer me" "Sorry what do you need Green?" "I need you to go into the room on your left. According to the UAV, there is a computer that you may be able to retrieve important data concerning Halure's Army" "It is as good as done" Jake crept forward keeping an eye out for anything that moved. He reached out and coiled his paw around the metal doorknob, then opened the door slowly. He was meant by two foxes' rifle barrels. Two shots entering his left knee then his right. The cracking and snapping of the bones bringing delight into the sadistic faces that shone down upon him. He only gasped then dropped to the floor in a heap of fur hitting his head on the edge of a table turned in the middle of the small corridor. "Ry...Ryan"
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Ok sorry for the delay, but I have been eat up with stuff since the last time I posted. On the contrary, I now how plenty of muse to go on, so now (hopefully) I can start posting regularly. But anyway, here is the second part... Man this is going to be A long story. And I promise to bring out more emotion between the characters.