Tribal Wars: An Assault is Planned
#3 of Tribe Wars
Third part in Tribe Wars. All Honesty in comments is appreciated.
Reaper ran beside Hawk and saw what he could without a scope. He saw a bunch of figures moving, but that was all.
"What do you see?"
"The situation is worst than we thought. They have set up sniper on the four corners of the building. There is a mounted machine gun in each tower, with one more on each wall. They have Anti-Vehicle weapons by the MMs. By the way, I believe they have your gun."
Reaper took the sniper, and looked through the scope. He scanned the wall, until he saw it. A jet black, 300 round belt fed machine gun. It had little silver streaks running up and down the entire gun, with the sights being painted a dark purple. Along the side he saw the word Monica.
"That's Monica all right. Those basturds did take my gun." Reaper gave the sniper back to Hawk and sighed. All support gunners we allowed to customize their guns, make it their own to better suit how they fight. Reaper had painted dark with silver streaks to make it better resemble a night scene. He had made 300 round belts to up the suppression, while customizing the barrell and stock to reduce recoil. He then gave it a hard trigger pull so that it was easier to control the firing and accuracy. The one thing about them not exactly a rule is naming them. Like a pilot or any vehicle operators, support gunners name their guns to further set them apart. A veteren gunner, like Reaper, even grows attached to it.
"We need to get her back. I have special ammo in it. 5.56 rounds, with explosive tips. On a vehicle it will punch through like nothing. But for humans, it has flecks that will ignite skin or clothing. It is meant to intimidate as well as kill."
"Ok, we report back to King."
With that, they both went down the stairs, but instead of taking the front, they went through a back door out into an alley. It took them out of the way, but also out of sight. They met back with King 5 minutes later.
"Sorry we are late, but we had company." Reaper reported when they got back. He looked around and was a little relieved. There were an additional 15 troops here, all looking healthy and fighting capable. However, most were missing primary firearms.
"What did you find out?"
Hawk looked at King.
"Snipers all over, as well as AV and MMs. If we can hit the towers, we eliminate a lot of opposition. However, they have 360 view on us. As well, if any more supporters are like Reaper, they have Hellacious firepower in the MMs. I didn't have a good look inside, but I imagine it is crawling heavy."
King looked down at this news, but met all their eyes. He then looked at Hawk and Reaper.
"Well, here is some good news. The three of us are Death Squad, and they don't get any badder than us. But, these fine gentleman are close. Meet the Nightstalkers. About as covert as us, but less awsomness. They have numbers and special training, but few are cross trained. However, a squad of 5 is considered threat level 1. We have 3 squads here with us. Please introduce yourselves."
The first to step up was a man heavily built. He was 6' 7", weighing in at 325 lbs pure muscle. He had short red hair, and green eyes. He was light skin, and when he spoke it was a deep commanding voice. The rest of his squad was like him, big and built.
"Sir, I'd give you rank but as you know, none is given in our or your squad. My name is Das. My squad is a Anti Vehicle unit, specializing in heavy weapons and explosives. We are at your orders."
The second to step up was a 5'5" female. She had short black hair, and piercing blue eyes. As she talked, her eyes never met yours. Her, and the rest of her all female squad, were slender. They appeared fast and agile. When she spoke, her voice was quite, but not like a whisper.
"They call me Sco. We are all snipers." With that, she stepped back.
The last was barely more than a kid. He was 5'8", with an average build. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and darker skin. The rest of his squad was the same, nothing stood out about them. However, the more I looked in thier eyes, the more I saw. All had dark eyes, and met your stare. There was an anger there, deep beneath. When he spoke, it was a calm collected voice.
"We have no names like you, just codenames. We are Red Squad. They call me Rage. Like you, it is all a codename of some kind. We are CQB specials. He then pointed to each member in his squad. Fury is unarmed combat, seconding in support. Wrath is our gunman, prefering Shotguns and SMGs, seconding in melee weaponry. Vengeance is melee combat, seconds in sniping or recon. Finally, War is all of them. He will take what you hand him, no questions asked. He seconds as radio. I prefer a shotgun, and throwing objects."
Reaper had paid attention, noting that Rage was covered in knives. Each sharper at the tip. All weighted evenly.
Hawk stepped up.
"They call me Hawk, and based on size you had me as a support or explosives. I am our sniper. Reaper is our explosives and support. King is radio and leader. But if he does not mind, I will take control on this one." He looked at King, who nodded and watched.
"All right then, here is the plan. You all heard me explain the situation, now we need to attack. From what I see, Red Squad is the only ones with a majority of primary weapons. I expect that is due to what they specialize in. It would be suicide for them to go in alone and first. So here is what we do. Sco, I want your squad, me, and Vengeance to go on the opposite side of the complex. We will set up on 7 different rooftops. At my signal, we will open fire on that side. Hopefully, it will draw the attention away from this side. There, Reaper will plant C4 on the towers. When he hears us stop firing, and radio the go ahead, he will blow the towers. When that happens, I want Das and his men on each unoccupied side to open fire on the walls. Hit anyone who is dumb enough to stay up. We will move in and scale up the wall. Reaper will lead King and Red Squad in the gaps. Hopefully, they can turn the tide. We will be outnumbered, they will be out skilled. Any questions?"
No one raised a hand.
"All right, lets move."