Genetic Children-Log 35- Splat goes the Frog

Story by Korm on SoFurry

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#33 of Genetic Children

Korm and Niel and Tacita get to go to Paris


"Kor..." Niel went under just after Korm as the tranqs took effect. The two groups of men rushed in from either side without command and took them into custody. Zip tying their hands together and black bagging their heads. The heavily armed, quiet strike force then vanished from the building, setting explosives along the way every ten meters.

As they reached the hole they had made in the roof, they tied Korm and Niel into harnesses, clipped themselves into the ziplines and raised their hands in unison pointing one finger and drawing a circle in the sky. The ziplines immediately shot everyone up from the floor and into the belly of a sleek black helicopter, this chopper was a modified MH-47D. It had its radical grey paint toned down to make it near invisible, and had been coated in the radar scrambling black material. Its sides had been plated in angular panels to make it look like a B52 stealth bomber. The chopper's bottom b ay doors closed lightly and barely making a noise it whirred quietly off into the night. A few seconds later, as the lead commando left the maximum range of his dead mans switch the circuit of the bombs thought he had dropped it and boom went the facility.

The second explosion to rock the base was much bigger than the first, the gas pipe explosion that Niel had engineered look like a sparkler bomb being set off next to a kilo of c4. The explosive used was Hexanite, an explosive that was discontinued after world war 2. It was immensely more explosive than TNT, so the whole base imploded on itself. Burying everything.

Tacita piloted the plane, with her genetic engineering she didn't require a lot of sleep, she looked wistfully out the window as the plane zipped along at the speed of sound. She tuned out the world as she was alone in the cockpit and wanted to pass the hours fast. Through the door and into the passenger section, Korm and Niel were sleeping soundly. They would sleep for the next few hours and wake when they were 4 hours from Paris to brief and gear up. Niel had called his supplier, a man he met years ago that could acquire just about anything and would go to the ends of the earth for Niel, his supplier had delivered a modified jet immediately to Niel and his friends, along with small pieces of intel.

Korm and Niel awoke as the small buzzer on the alarm went off. They were ready to go almost right away the musty smell of male sweat drifted in the air conditioning as they had been on the run for days they h_adnt _had a chance to shower for a while. Neither man really noticed it. Both were sporting wounds here and there, both were gently nursing their emotions internally. Niel and Layl_a _had become very close, she saw him as her second dad, since Korm and Tacita had been away on multiple missions, Niel almost always looked after her, he saw it as someone taking his family. Korm was deeply hurt, his daughter was missing.

"Niel." Korm spoke roughly sleep still making his voice rasp. "Niel I don't know what I'm going to do when we reach them." He spoke deliberately, his voice cracking with rage a little.

"Don't worry man, I know exactly what I'm going to do." Niel grinned as he clipped a huge belt of ammo into a Boys .55 anti tank rifle. This rifle was only capable of firing 10 rounds per minute, but the ammo was modified. The ammo was a .55 tungsten core coated in a highly explosive material, and all this was neatly wrapped in a Teflon coated round. The rounds were capable of 945m/s, an effective accurate range of 600 meters as assisted by the computer aiming scope a purely modern upgrade of a world war 1 era destruction machine.

_Tacita's spoke over the intercom, and Korm nodded to himself. _

"Niel it's almost time."

As the jet sped over the invisible line that was France's air space both men clipped themselves into back packs.

Tacita hit the autopilot the keep the jet flying straight and joined the men.

Korm had armed himself with a AGS-17 hand held automatic grenade launcher, armed with incendiary grenades filled with thermite for blasting through fortified areas, his secondary was a Wilson S.D.S 4 his favorite pistol. Strapped to his side was his trusty Ka-Bar Knife.

_Tacita strode in the to passenger section, already wearing her backpack, armed with 2 Hwandos a Korean one handed sword, she had them strapped to her sides and on her hips she had two K-100 whisper pistols. _

The three were so armed, but the intel had told them they had to be.

"Time to go." Korm's gps watch beeped as they were in proximity of the target.

The door to the plane opened by a mechanically assisted arm as Niel pushed the exit button, and they left.

"See you in Paris lovers." Niel leapt backwards out of the plane, closely followed by Korm and Tacita.

All three pulled a small blue circle on their backpacks at the same time popping a wingsuit out and rocketing their way towards the earth.

"Under the cover of night Niel circle quietly around the huge majestic eiffel tower, he popped his black stealth chute and gently touched down on the top ring of the huge ageing structure.

_Korm and Tacita touched down on the running track on Jean Rey street. _

"In position." Niel spoke over the encrypted comms.

"Making our way to target building now, give us fifteen minutes to reach the Pac du Champs de Mars."

As Tacita and Korm vanished into the night, stealthily moving through the streets of nighttime Paris, Niel covered them with his secondary weapon. His Boy .55 was for anything large that came along or if they needed a distraction. The weapon he was snuggling his eye up to now was a_n _Fr-F1, Niel smiled to himself as he took aim on the first sentry he spoke to himself.

"Killing frogs with a frog built gun who are guarding an old german bunker in Paris guarding my family....ahhh how Paris is romantic." The first bullet whispered out of his gun and took down the man furthest out making a hole for the two black clad figures to get into the park. Just 3 guards between them and the place where they were holding Layla.

"Splat goes the Frog Daddy, move move move."