| From: | Zebulin Magby <zebulingod@*****.COM> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Job's Done |
| Date: | Fri, 13 Nov 1998 10:00:38 -0800 |
>>>>>[Job's done. Went pretty smoothly, I have attached a video taken
from one of my guys, been touched up a hair so you can make out the
details. I lost several men to this, Entero...I just thought I'd point
that out.
+++++begin video
Several figures move forward out of the surrounding brush, silently
blending in with the outermost buildings around them. The casual
observer would miss them, but the people they were going up against
weren't casual. The team had already purposefully set off several
alarms on this side of the compound to gain the security goons'
attention. Out of the ten figures that can be seen, two are trolls
while the rest appear to be human or perhaps elven. All are dressed in
the appropriate camouflage and carry assault rifles. One of the
figures taps a button on his wrist pad.
"Team Wraith is onsite," a male voice says.
"Ah, Wraith, good. Everything's green, but there's a bike unit moving
towards your side of the compound," Easy calmly reports.
The group brings up their assault weapons and begins scanning their
field of fire. Tension begins to build up as the group slowly moves
forward, carefully watching for an ambush. A small unit of bikes comes
roaring out from between a few buildings ahead, five or six maybe.
Team Wraith acts like a well oiled machine as some of them roll out of
the way and others begin firing at the riders on the bikes.
Within seconds, 4 of the six bikers are down, and the other two have
taken cover behind buildings. The riders continue to shoot at Team
Wraith's unit as Wraith Slayer himself and one of the Trolls suddenly
vansih from sight.
"Thanks Warlock," Wraith Slayer says, as the Invisibility spell takes
effect. "Let's take these guys out."
Both of them move forward cautiously (bullets don't care if you're
invisible or not). A single pistol shot each is all it takes to put
the bikers down cleanly.
Wraith Slayer activates his radio again. "Got the bikers. Going for
their bikes now."
"Hold one, Wraith," the male voice says again. "Reinforcements moving
in on you, take cover and take them out."
A unit of security guards moves into the area, eyeing everything with
suspicion. They don't see Team Wraith until it's already too late. The
courtyard the security guards are in turns into a killing field as
nine assault rifles and magic begin firing on them.
Again, the mike is activated. "Those guards are down. You want us to
hold here or move up?"
The male voice replies, "Move in while you can, probably be more
reinforcements shortly."
Wraith Slayer motions to one of his teammates.
Max keys his mike. "Yeah, Wraith?"
"This is going a little too easily. I want you and Jones to take up a
position here to provide us cover if we need it. Holler if you need
support." Wraith Slayer then motions the rest of the unit forward.
Max and Jones both fade into the doorways of the surrounding
buildings. and quietly begin going about their duty.
As Wraith's team moves forward, Warlock stops suddenly and then
quickly drops to the ground. Attuned to every other teammate int he
group, the rest of the unit quickly follow suit and start scanning the
area. Immediately, Wraith Slayer sees the outlines of several more
guards standing watch in a nearby building. They appear to be
watching a certain area...
Wraith flips his optical mag up one level. The entire world seems to
expand, and then Wraith confirms Warlock's suspicions. "Ambush," he
says simply. "Tiny? Crash Girl? Grenades."
The Troll to Wraith Slayer's left and a dimunitive girl to his right
both detach several small objects from their coats. Getting into a
kneeling position, both begin lobbing grenades like fastballs at the
buildings the guards are hiding in.
As the grenades begin exploding, the rest of the unit begins firing
with their assault rifles again. Wraith Slayer keys the commlink again.
"Unit on foot, we'll have them down with any luck. Looks like these
were planning an ambush-" A scream of pain stops wraith Slayer in mis
sentence. He quickly takes count of his guys and notes that Crash Girl
has taken a hit. Luckily, Big Tom is already dragging her away under
the hail of automatic fire.
"This is Easy. We got a guy in Powered Armor over here. We need
support."
A calm voice replies, "Fire support on the way. Keep your heads down."
A large explosion lights up the night on the other side of the
compound. Wraith's blood runs cold as the flash illuminates something
he had been fearing to see since he took this job. Power armor. The
stuff legends are made of. A single foot soldier in power armour could
go toe to toe with a unit of troops and win. This was Very Bad(tm).
"Okay, fire teams. Powered Armor to your 1 o'clock! Prepare for a
fight!" Wraith watches his guys preparing for half a second before
switching frequencies and keying his mike again. "Yo! We got Powered
Armor over here, too. Need some support, falling back."
The calm voice replies, "I don't have a decent LOS over that way. Hold
one, I'm sending a drone."
"Fire teams, ordered fall back to trees...GO!"
The unit splits into three two man teams and begins alternately firing
at the soldier and falling back under fire. The soldier merely looks
annoyed as the minigun(!) he's carrying begins to spin up with a
characteristic whine.
"Fire Teams! Minigun, DOWN!"
The teams dive to the ground as the minigun begins ripping into the
area. Sparky and Vasquez aren't so lucky and get caught in the fire.
Wraith looks away as two of his guys get chewed up beyond recognition.
He keys his mike again.
"We need backup _NOW_!"
Still falling back, Wraith Slayer decides that this is about enough.
Now Cowboy is down, and things are only getting worse. As he throws a
grenade, a stray round hits him in the arm, and the grenade go wild.
It lands in some crates by one of the buildings and explodes
inneffectually.
"Kid Durango and Troop here to help you out, Wraith. Disengage," a new
voice says over the radio.
"KD, you made it! Good, we're movin." Wraith says painfully. He
clutches his arm to his chest and keys the team frequency. "Team,
RETREAT!"
The remaining members of the team pull back past Jones and Max's
position. They reach the trees and brush and hunker down. Automatic
weapons fire and grenades start peppering the area around the soldier.
The soldier begins to slow down, and starts looking for his
assailants. As he does so, Wraith and Kid Durango's teams hear the
quiet whine of a drone sweep overhead and the steady beeping of a-
"TEAM, incoming, DOWN!" both Kid Durango and Wraith yell
simultaneaously.
The explosion shatters the night. Flare compensators blank out
everyone's vision, and when the teams can see again, the soldier is
gone. Where he had been standing is now nothing but a smoking crater...
"Team, move up. Jones, Max, positions." Wraith switches frequencies.
"Kid, thanks, man." He then picks up his assault rifle in his off hand
and leads his unit back into the compound.
"No prob, Wraith. We'll keep overwatch from here."
Wraith's men begin moving forward again quietly. The team commlink
beeps.
"Third team is on their way out. All teams fall back."
"Copy," Wraith Slayer says as he breathes a sigh of relief. "Team fall
back to the trucks."
+++++end video]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <9:41:52/11-13-59>
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