The E-18 Bloodhound was comfortably sat at high altitude, it was able to comfortably use its vast array of optical sensors to take a good look at the small town of High Fell. The streets where empty and a strange flag blew in the breeze that whipped across the hill top. A body lay on the dusty road still wrapped in the old Bakkermaya flag soaked now in blood. The pilots images were being relayed live to commander of local forces. "I wouldn't say they look much like a threat" he mused as he looked down at the reports of statements from other nations like Rokkenjima. "Roll out a unit of the Light Infantry Brigade, have them go take a look and then arrest those responsible. I want a new Bakkermayan flag up inside two hours." His men around his saluted and hurried off to make his words actions.
Two hours later Lt. Jack Burrows was winding his way up towards the town. All was quiet, frankly he wished he'd have a posting back on the main land, his fair skin and ginger hair didn't make him suited for a position on Walesby. His men were strung out behind him on their own vehicles, Humvee types with a heavy machine gun mounted on each of the five. They approached the village cautiously but there was no sign of anyone. As they reached the centre his men went door to door, nobody was home. Jack examined the body that had been wrapped up, it seemed like hundreds of cuts had been made by the machete wielding thugs. He ordered his men to place the body in a proper body bag and then for a young Private to go and take down the Vodou flag. The youngster had only been with the unit a week and eagerly hurried over and clambered up onto a handy wheely bin and tugged the black and green flag down. He was launched airwards as the bin beneath him, which had been packed with explosives and ball bearings. The makeshift shrapnel did little harm to anyone but the Private as everyone else had been too busy going door to door. The boys body landed with a wet thud already soaked in blood as the splinters had ripped him apart. All hell then broke lose as explosions echoed around the one street town. Most of Burrows men avoided the blasts, more from luck than judgement before automatic rifle fire was heard, a flatbed truck appeared, three men stood on its rear firing over the cab which had been reinforced with corrugated steel plates. The Bakkermayans wasted no time in turning the vehicle mounted heavy machine guns onto the vehicle and it was soon stationary, around a minute later an underbarrel launched grenade ensured the fighting was over. A new search of the village began as Burrows evacuated his three wounded men and the dead Private by helicopter.
