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Diplomacy and Events / Re: Civil Unrest [Aurora, Weremark]
« on: October 16, 2017, 10:26:31 PM »
50 miles east of Azadi city, Southern Wahles, 2300 hours
Watchtower team lay in position on a large rock outcropping overlooking the small village below. Haze took off his cap to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “This humidity is fucking killing me man, I don’t remember it being this hot last time,” he remarked. With summer steadily fading, the hot, humid nights still rarely dropped below 80-85℉.
Gryphon came over the radio, “We have vehicles moving in from the east, a truck and a couple technicals, looks like the package is here.” The small convoy pulled to a stop outside a compound on the outskirts of the village. The compound, west of the village, had a large stone wall surrounding it with a three story building and a small warehouse inside, likely an insurgent stash or IED factory. A couple armed men approached the vehicle and exchanged a few words with the driver before waving them through, after which the convoy pulled into the compound and several armed men dismounted. “I think I got eyes on the package,” Whistler said, “the one in the civvies, can’t tell for sure from here, but he definitely looks Kitari.” Haze turned in time to see the man turn around, greeting what looked like an insurgent commander. They shook hands and turned to enter the building, followed by a small entourage of bodyguards, a half dozen remaining outside to guard the compound. “Roger, I got eyes on,” he looked down at the small device on his wrist, “PID on ‘Preacher’.
Whistler, you’ll provide overwatch, Gryphon and Orient, on me, let’s get in and out quick, they’ll probably have reinforcements.” Haze got up and quickly climbed down from the rock, Gryphon and Orient close behind. As they as they crossed the field and approached the compound Gryphon stopped, “Shit, I got a contact on the roof, right side of the compound, you got a shot Whistler?” she asked. “Affirm, shots going out.” he replied. There was a slight crack as the round flew over their heads, and the contact instantly stumbled and clutched his throat, dropping to his knees and falling over. “Might have spooked ’em, you got three contacts leaving the compound now.” Ahead of them three men exited the compound through an iron gate, weapons raised, a string of thuds rang out as the three operators fired a flurry of silenced rounds, the three men dropped to the ground kicking up a small cloud of dust. “Let’s move, they probably know we’re here now.” Haze ordered. The team took off in a sprint reaching the wall in only a few seconds where they stacked up near the gate. They followed each other in, a hail of bullets dropping the remaining men inside. The team quickly moved toward the building as a group of contacts came barreling out, each greeted by a hail of bullets. The operators watched the windows for fire, but they were covered with rebar and thin tin sheets. They instead stacked by the still slightly open door. Gunfire echoed through the building as the occupants unleashed fire in their direction.. Orient pulled a flashbang from his vest, “Flashout!” he said as he tossed it through the door, followed by a loud concussive bang that rattled the windows of the building. Orient pushed through the door, firing off a string of shots, his teammates following close behind. Inside, the insurgents had pushed over two tables as makeshift cover, but the thin wood they were made of offered little protection, behind them the slumped bodies of several insurgents were strewn across each other. The team moved through the building in quick strides as they tried to ID the bodies, but ‘Preacher’ was not among the dead assailants. Gryphon looked at Haze and Orient and gestured toward the stairs. One by one each operator climbed the stairs, their rifles trained above. On the second floor they found ‘Preacher’ laying sprawled on the floor. Haze knelt down and turned him over to find ‘Preacher’ foaming at the mouth, his veins bulging from his neck and forehead, and his face purple.
Haze sighed, “Fuck! He’s dead, check the body and sweep the place for anything useful. Whistler, call for exfil, we’ll be oscar mike in 5.” A chorus of “Rogers” followed. Haze took out a small camera and snapped a few pics of the target while Orient searched his body. After a moment Orient pulled out a small flash drive and the man’s cell phone, “Should be some good intel in here.” Walking back down the stairs, Haze and Orient grabbed any loose laptops and cellphones they could find and took pictures of any documents before heading back outside. “Haze, come check this out.” Gryphon came over comms. Haze walked over to the back of open truck where Gryphon had cracked open several weapons cases and was snapping pictures of the contents. “This is some high grade shit,” she exclaimed. Haze climbed into the back of the truck and grabbed a rifle from the crate. “Yeah, this is some new shit, look at the markings on it. Definitely not from here or Wahland, somebody is smuggling these in. Just snap a few pics and let's move, they probably have backup on the way. We’ll leave a tracker and see where they go.” Gryphon nodded her head, took out a small gps tracker and dropped it in the crate. Gryphon and Haze dropped out of the truck, “Let’s get on the move, Overlord is gonna want to take a look at this.” Haze said.
Watchtower team lay in position on a large rock outcropping overlooking the small village below. Haze took off his cap to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “This humidity is fucking killing me man, I don’t remember it being this hot last time,” he remarked. With summer steadily fading, the hot, humid nights still rarely dropped below 80-85℉.
Gryphon came over the radio, “We have vehicles moving in from the east, a truck and a couple technicals, looks like the package is here.” The small convoy pulled to a stop outside a compound on the outskirts of the village. The compound, west of the village, had a large stone wall surrounding it with a three story building and a small warehouse inside, likely an insurgent stash or IED factory. A couple armed men approached the vehicle and exchanged a few words with the driver before waving them through, after which the convoy pulled into the compound and several armed men dismounted. “I think I got eyes on the package,” Whistler said, “the one in the civvies, can’t tell for sure from here, but he definitely looks Kitari.” Haze turned in time to see the man turn around, greeting what looked like an insurgent commander. They shook hands and turned to enter the building, followed by a small entourage of bodyguards, a half dozen remaining outside to guard the compound. “Roger, I got eyes on,” he looked down at the small device on his wrist, “PID on ‘Preacher’.
Whistler, you’ll provide overwatch, Gryphon and Orient, on me, let’s get in and out quick, they’ll probably have reinforcements.” Haze got up and quickly climbed down from the rock, Gryphon and Orient close behind. As they as they crossed the field and approached the compound Gryphon stopped, “Shit, I got a contact on the roof, right side of the compound, you got a shot Whistler?” she asked. “Affirm, shots going out.” he replied. There was a slight crack as the round flew over their heads, and the contact instantly stumbled and clutched his throat, dropping to his knees and falling over. “Might have spooked ’em, you got three contacts leaving the compound now.” Ahead of them three men exited the compound through an iron gate, weapons raised, a string of thuds rang out as the three operators fired a flurry of silenced rounds, the three men dropped to the ground kicking up a small cloud of dust. “Let’s move, they probably know we’re here now.” Haze ordered. The team took off in a sprint reaching the wall in only a few seconds where they stacked up near the gate. They followed each other in, a hail of bullets dropping the remaining men inside. The team quickly moved toward the building as a group of contacts came barreling out, each greeted by a hail of bullets. The operators watched the windows for fire, but they were covered with rebar and thin tin sheets. They instead stacked by the still slightly open door. Gunfire echoed through the building as the occupants unleashed fire in their direction.. Orient pulled a flashbang from his vest, “Flashout!” he said as he tossed it through the door, followed by a loud concussive bang that rattled the windows of the building. Orient pushed through the door, firing off a string of shots, his teammates following close behind. Inside, the insurgents had pushed over two tables as makeshift cover, but the thin wood they were made of offered little protection, behind them the slumped bodies of several insurgents were strewn across each other. The team moved through the building in quick strides as they tried to ID the bodies, but ‘Preacher’ was not among the dead assailants. Gryphon looked at Haze and Orient and gestured toward the stairs. One by one each operator climbed the stairs, their rifles trained above. On the second floor they found ‘Preacher’ laying sprawled on the floor. Haze knelt down and turned him over to find ‘Preacher’ foaming at the mouth, his veins bulging from his neck and forehead, and his face purple.
Haze sighed, “Fuck! He’s dead, check the body and sweep the place for anything useful. Whistler, call for exfil, we’ll be oscar mike in 5.” A chorus of “Rogers” followed. Haze took out a small camera and snapped a few pics of the target while Orient searched his body. After a moment Orient pulled out a small flash drive and the man’s cell phone, “Should be some good intel in here.” Walking back down the stairs, Haze and Orient grabbed any loose laptops and cellphones they could find and took pictures of any documents before heading back outside. “Haze, come check this out.” Gryphon came over comms. Haze walked over to the back of open truck where Gryphon had cracked open several weapons cases and was snapping pictures of the contents. “This is some high grade shit,” she exclaimed. Haze climbed into the back of the truck and grabbed a rifle from the crate. “Yeah, this is some new shit, look at the markings on it. Definitely not from here or Wahland, somebody is smuggling these in. Just snap a few pics and let's move, they probably have backup on the way. We’ll leave a tracker and see where they go.” Gryphon nodded her head, took out a small gps tracker and dropped it in the crate. Gryphon and Haze dropped out of the truck, “Let’s get on the move, Overlord is gonna want to take a look at this.” Haze said.