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07-28-2012, 11:30 AM | #21 |
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20 0500A Mar 20XX
Stalker awoke to the distant sound of rotors. He had ended his shift two hours prior and the first light stand-to was due in half an hour. He still felt aches and stiffness all over from the jump, but the sounds were bothering him. He didn’t like this strange experience of operating without air superiority against an unknown enemy with superior aviation capabilities. He didn’t think the US had ever been in that situation in his lifetime. He quickly packed his sleeping gear and crawled up to his alert position, confirming that Spirit, Outback, Gung Ho, Crazy Legs and Airborne were either in, or moving into position. He scanned the sky, and his jaw dropped. Lt Falcon and Ripcord turned to look at each other in puzzlement. “That sounds like heavy vehicles.” Falcon swung the parabolic mic, and Ripcord put on Peltors. There was a definite sound of diesel engines, and the occasional squeak and clack of tracks. “It can’t be tanks,” whispered Ripcord. “We’d feel the vibration through the ground.” Stalker watched six tiny helicopters, each barely large enough for its single pilot, swoop over the camp, firing rockets and machine guns at the huts. Four Hip helicopters landed and quickly disgorged a company-sized group of blue-clad soldiers, along with a handful of Fijians who followed along, seemingly taking notes. An outer cordon quickly isolated the entire camp, and then platoons and sections ruthlessly cleared through each hut in turn. FDLR guerrillas stumbled from their drunken stupor, occasionally returning fire, but mostly dying in the withering crossfire from a weapons platoon, the mini-choppers and the manoeuvring platoons. It was a textbook air assault. Airborne noticed one of the blue soldiers point to the far side of the tree line. He swung his camera in that direction, and started taking photos of four men in ghillie suits, including some rigid pieces, and armed with Dragunovs and P90s, making their way to inside the cordon. They spoke quickly with command team, while a gruff soldier barked orders at two sections that were gathering up all the weapons and crates. The Hips returned minutes later, and everyone boarded. Stalker looked at his watch. The whole operation had lasted half an hour. He turned to Gung Ho when he heard a sound like ripping canvas in the air. He instinctively hugged the ground and the camp disappeared in ground-shaking explosions. “No way,” Tunnel Rat whispered. Four Harriers screamed over the trees having followed the stream as a navigation point. Rockets hammered into the guard huts, destroying them almost simultaneously. A dozen light tanks unlike any he’d seen before burst out of the bush and started hammering the ADF-NALU camp with cannon-fire. Vamps guarded the flanks, while truck-borne infantry dismounted at the tree line and followed the light tanks. They poured concentrated fire into each hut as grenadiers approached and posted grenades through every window. The assault was complete within minutes, and the soldiers then turned their attentions to rounding up the Vamps and all weapons in the camp. Six figures emerged from the stream, wearing ghillie suits and carrying scuba gear, radios, night vision equipment and AR57s. They climbed into one of the trucks, casually displacing a load of soldiers who scurried to climb into other trucks as the company group pulled out the way it had arrived. Lt Falcon heard the artillery striking the FDLR camp as the armoured company group withdrew from the camp he was watching. Moments later, the fire shifted and the huts of ADF-NALU huts vanished in geysers of mud and steel. After a minute the bombardment lifted. Tunnel Rat spat the taste of high explosives out of his mouth. “I’m guessing that was six 155mm guns, three rounds each. Bit overkill, don’t you think?” Falcon shook his head. “Someone just launched simultaneous raids – air assault and an armour company group – coordinated with air support and artillery. Someone has good staffs, good drills, and well rehearsed troops.” He looked around the clearing. Nothing was left except matchsticks. He looked at his patrol. “Gear up.” He pointed to Recoil. “You have point. We’re following that column. No one moves vehicles like that through this terrain without decent trails. Let’s see where they go.” Stalker starred at the shattered FDLR camp. The sheer speed and violence of the assault still numbed his mind. He turned to Gung Ho. “We stay here for another couple of hours in case they left a lay back OP.” Gung Ho was nodding when Spirit tensed and pointed to the bushes to their left. “Someone is approaching.” Stalker, Gung Ho and Outback were the closest and quickly reoriented, while Spirit, Airborne and Crazy Legs watched the clearing and the flanks. Four guerrillas were running towards the clearing, and stopped, mouths open in shock, when the saw the destruction. “Drop your weapons,” Stalker hissed in Swahili. The four turned, still stunned. Three did drop their weapons, but the fourth raised an AK. Stalker squeezed off two rounds from the silenced Ingram, and the hostile guerrilla collapsed. Outback and Gung Ho sprang forward and with a few sharp punches dropped the other three to the ground and zap-strapped them. Stalker looked over their weapons: two AKMs, a Makarov, and a submachine gun he’d never seen before, that looked like a modified MP5/40 with a tubular stock, and custom hand guard. Stalker pulled out his map, and then turned to Crazy Legs. “Clearing, six clicks north-west. You’re point. Let’s get moving.” 21 0950A Mar 20XX Aboard the Jane the three FDLR prisoners sat in three separate small makeshift cells. Stalker, Law, and Lady Jaye had been questioning them in turn, under Airborne’s supervision. Hawk and Claymore stood outside, reading over the reports that Scarlett was transcribing. “I still think reading them their rights was a waste of time,” said Claymore. Hawk shook his head. “We’ve got a choice: We can kill them, let them go, or keep them forever. Or, if we don’t want to do any of those, we’re left with the option of putting them in front of a judge, in which case we need to follow certain procedures. The legal status of this kind of combatant is still very fluid, so it never hurts to err on the side of caution. If that happens, everything has to be in order. The rules still apply. Besides, we’re still getting info out of them.” Claymore grimaced. “I think we have a language problem. Look, when asked who sold them the weapons they all said ‘the man with the silver head.’ How complicated is it to say ‘grey-haired guy?’” Hawk flipped back a page, frowned, and then knocked on the door, opened it, and motioned for Stalker. “The arms dealer – is he white, black or Asian?” Stalker shrugged. “I really don’t know, and I don’t think they do either. That’s been bothering me too. They say they’ve never seen his skin. He wears all black, and I think he wears a metal mask.” Stalker held up a hand quickly as he saw the expressions on both faces. “I know what you’re thinking, but I’m serious. It’s what they believe. And he has strong ju ju.” Claymore swore and turned away. “If anyone needs me I’ll be in the Ops Room, tracking Falcon’s progress. He’s found a brick road. Stalker found a tin man. These guys believe in wizards. Maybe we’ll find some flying monkeys.” |
07-29-2012, 09:59 AM | #22 |
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21 1034A Mar 20XX
The brick road started a couple of kilometres east of the destroyed camp. The jungle canopy had been knitted together overhead to conceal it from the air. Falcon’s patrol had carefully skirted the road, and after twelve kilometres passed an abandoned kiln. Although the heavy foliage was limiting the effectiveness of GPS, through compass bearings and pacing he was charting the road for future map updates. “Who lays brick roads in the jungle?” whispered Tunnel Rat. Falcon shrugged. “The Brits did in the Second World War. General Slim had local labourers build the Burma Road through jungle and over mountains. It was his logistical lifeline.” “Huh.” Tunnel Rat spat. “You were wondering where the men were. You think they were press ganged into building this road?” Lt Falcon turned and stared Tunnel Rat in the eyes. “You know, that’s not a bad theory.” He checked his watch, and then turned to Recoil. “Next kiln we see, lay a UGS on it. Now, let’s get moving.” Recoil nodded, caught everyone’s eye to make sure they were ready, and resumed the patrol’s advance. 21 2030A Mar 20XX Sneak Peak and Recoil peered through the foliage at the cluster of weapons systems. They had found a trail branching off the brick road, leading up a ridgeline. Along the top they found what appeared to be an anti-aircraft cluster, consisting of a radar, a Vamp with Strelets, two twin large calibre gun systems, and two twin gatling guns. There were also a few poorly camouflaged trenches and a cluster of tents. They estimated a small platoon for local security. Lt Falcon and the rest of the patrol were several hundred metres back under cover, building an expedient HF antenna as quietly as possible while Lt Falcon transcribed a sitrep into Morse code. Given the proximity to enemy, noise discipline was crucial. Low Light had systematically prepared image intensifying and thermal night sights and was now studying the ground, selecting a route for a stalk into a night OP. 21 2200A Mar 20XX Hawk rubbed his face. Backblast was drawing rings on a map around the site identified by Falcon. “Judging by the terrain, the route of that road, and the location of this one site, I’m going to extrapolate that there’s something worth defending in this low ground. Maybe an airfield. Note that it’s got reasonable proximity to water and to an old narrow gauge railroad track. Assuming two other air defence locations, they’ve got a bubble around the valley out to a radius of over twenty kilometres, and to several thousand feet. A high level bombardment will be immune, but inaccurate. Cruise missiles will be vulnerable. Low-level strike will be vulnerable. Air assault will be cut to pieces.” “We have no idea what kind of radar is covering the area. We can hump in some instruments, but it will be days before we have any idea. Same for intercepting radio comms. And chances are these guys have hardwired the place with fibre optics.” Hawk nodded and turned to Torpedo and Steeler. “Start working plans for water and ground insertion. The initial objectives are the likely air defence and outer perimeter security installations. Then we’ll work infiltration routes into the heart.” He pointed to Claymore. “Have Falcon recon one of the other suspected air defence locations. I know we’re pushing his endurance. Live with it.” He turned to Dial Tone. “Get me the Jugglers. I need to discuss support options. 21 2350A Mar 20XX The video teleconference line was fuzzy but workable. “General Malthus, I think we’re getting close to your objective. As you’ve no doubt seen, we’re discovering some interesting arms transactions out here. We’re also getting close to something protected by air defence. We still have a lot of recon to do, but I want to prepare supporting fires if anything goes wrong, or if you direct me to assault an objective.” The man on the screen frowned. “You know the limits of what we can provide,” he said. “But we do have a carrier group transiting the west coast of Africa. Get in touch with Admiral Colby. I’ll make sure he knows to expect your request, and the appropriate security classification of message traffic handling. Out.” 22 0810A Mar 20XX Admiral Colby was not happy. “Listen Colonel, I think you need to understand what I can and cannot do. I’ve got four strike fighter squadrons, with about forty jets that I can put in the air. My Super Hornets have a combat radius of about 700 kilometres. Your proposed targets are twice that distance from the coast, so I need to cut back on the number of planes I can give you in order to put up jets with buddy tankers. Now you tell me there’s an air defence threat. That means I need Growlers, so more buddy tankers. And you tell me there are MiG 21s – not a critical threat, but they call for dedicated escorts, so more buddy tankers. In order to give you a few ground attack planes I need to commit just about my whole wing, and do it over a country we aren’t engaged in hostilities with. How exactly am I supposed to explain that one to the ambassador, when he starts asking questions? And how do I protect this carrier group while they’re all off chasing your jungle ghosts?” “I acknowledge your concerns Admiral,” Hawk replied. “I’m not asking for specific support at this time. I’m trying to make you aware of what I may require in the coming days. But thank you for your capability assessment.” Hawk signed off. “Tell Short Fuze I want a fire plan with proposed mortar base plate locations in order to suppress those air defence locations and support any planned assault.” Steeler and Torpedo walked into the room. “Hawk, we’ve been running through some ideas. We’ve come up with something a bit unusual, but which we think will work.” |
07-30-2012, 10:47 AM | #23 |
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This is awesome, I can't wait to read more!!! ;)
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07-30-2012, 03:42 PM | #24 |
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25 2330A Mar 20XX
Breathe. Scan. Breathe. Scan. In five, four, three, two, and blink to block out flash of first explosion. First target, stunned, exhale, squeeze, one. Scan. Breathe, there – shouting instructions – exhale, squeeze, two. Scan, Breathe, there – machine gunner – exhale, squeeze, three. Scan. Breathe. Scan. Antenna. Trace it – a helmet. Pause. He rises. Exhale, squeeze, four. Scan. Breathe. That rat is a fighter. Squeeze. Five. Replace magazine. Another shouter, rallying a section. Exhale, squeeze, one. Breathe. Time to change locations. Sink into the ground, push backwards. Left, around four trunks and tangle ferns. Up behind fallen log. Breathe. Scan. Another machine gunner. Exhale, squeeze, two. Scan. Attention is still focussed on Falcon. Another fighter. Exhale, squeeze, three. Breathe. Those incoming rounds are still feet away. There’s the gunner. Exhale, squeeze, four. Ah, a section attack. Exhale, squeeze, five. Slide back, roll, left past two trunks, right past three, around one, step over the ditch, change magazines, sling rifle and draw Uzi. There are four types of expedient traps in the jungle. They strangle, dangle, tangle and mangle. Turn and kneel. The lead pursuer hits the ditch and stumbles, setting off the deadfall. Mangle. Two more stop in horror. Exhale. Squeeze. Squeeze. Turn, five trunks, left, two trunks, turn and kneel. Two more pursuers. Some rats are born fighters. These rats were lazy and undisciplined. No clearance patrols, no listening posts, but they are natural fighters. But natural fighters can’t defeat punji stakes. Mangle. Exhale. Squeeze. Squeeze. Breathe. Scan. Some rats are cowards. They don’t pursue. They hide. Time to return to the main fight. Short Fuze reconfirmed the bearings and elevation. He checked his watch, held up a hand, and . . . “Now!” Three bombs rattled down tubes, then launched out. Three more rattled down, and three more. Short Fuze watched the display of the UGS laid on the first air defence location. Seconds passed, then explosions burst in the midst of the sleeping troops. There was a mad scramble. “Left 50.” They adjusted knobs, and dropped three more bombs down each tube. “Dismantle, and back to the barge!” Dial Tone monitored the frequency scanners. “There!” He listened intently and smiled. “They’re calling for a quick reaction force.” Past six trunks, and into the hollow of old roots. Scan. That platoon is combat ineffective. No leaders, no support weapons, just frightened rats trying to hide. Scan. Two large-calibre air defence systems are trying to get enough depression to engage us. They can’t. Exhale, squeeze, one. No effect. The glass canopy is thick. Scan. Twin gatling guns, also trying to depress. No protection for the gunner there. Exhale, squeeze, two. The jeep is moving. They’ve hitched to a gun system. Exhale, squeeze, three. They will be slow on the run-flat tire. Scan. Breathe. 26 0042A Mar 20XX The ground began to rumble. “A jeep and two tanks are five hundred metres ahead of the main body,” came over the air. Beach Head let them pass. Trip Wire pulled on a cord, and a necklace of mines snaked across the road. The rumble grew louder, and light tanks came into sight. The lead tank was rocked in cloud in dust and smoke as it struck the mines. Zap, Bazooka, Fast Draw, Salvo and Footloose fired off anti-tank rounds, and the remainder of the column started to burn. Further back on the trail, Wet Suit pulled a second necklace of mines across the road to isolate the burning tanks. Blowtorch fired an MRO-A into the middle truck of infantry. Leatherneck, Gung Ho, Muskrat and Torpedo started engaging the other two, pouring 5.56 and 40mm grenades into vehicles. Beach Head signalled, and Tollbooth put the bulldozer in gear. He crashed through the trees and did a pivot turn. Barbeque stepped forward and doused one of the tanks with foam, and Bazooka and Fast Draw attached tow cables to it. Tollbooth took up the slack, and started towing the damaged light tank to the water. The dismounts collapsed the ambush and covered the movement down to the water. The air shrieks. Artillery. What are they thinking, calling in arty along a ridge? Hug the earth, and feel the explosions. They fired long, landing hundreds of metres in our depth. The next rounds will be short, falling harmlessly on the other side of the ridgeline. Keep scanning. “We’ve got arty falling in the vicinity of Falcon’s position. No enemy air yet. Radar is backtracking . . . got it!” Hawk smiled. “Send the grids,” he said. Three jets screamed up the river, flying only feet above the water. The PC-7 and one of the Hawks each carried 500-pound bombs, while the other Hawk carried air-to-air missiles. They broke over the trees heading towards the grids provided by the counter-battery radar. Skystriker and Dogfight each released their loads, and nine bombs fell in a tight cluster. As they pulled away, Slipstream noted secondary explosions, then returned his attention to watching for enemy air threats, while an EW pod soaked up all electromagnetic transmissions in the area. “Fall Back!” Scan and breathe. The rats are too disorganised to pursue. Target: exhale, squeeze, four. Check left and right. The team is bounding back. Find Tunnel Rat. We will cover the withdrawal. Last edited by LowTech; 08-03-2012 at 12:53 PM.. |
07-31-2012, 11:07 AM | #25 |
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27 1400A Mar 20XX
“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Tollbooth and Cover Girl nodded in agreement. The chassis, the power pack, the final drive, and whole suspension – they were identical, if reversed, to the Ares bulldozer. “I think we’ve got some proof that Ares is involved in arms dealing,” said Steeler. “It’s a fascinating design.” “You would think it would be top heavy going down slopes,” noted Heavy Metal, “but the high clearance, low ground pressure, and position of the crew away from the lead point of contact make this vehicle very resistant to mines and IEDs.” “The armour is well sloped. I bet it’s resistant to 25mm. And the twin cannons are pretty nasty too. Not much depression, but great elevation. Only problem is the lack of a coax for dealing with infantry, and the small ammo capacity.” “Sure,” acknowledged Heavy Metal, “but it’s light enough to be transported inside a heavy helo like a Stallion, and is easy to resupply. Simple to maintain. The fire control system is basic but reliable. It’s like the budget version of the Wiesel.” “So how do we defend against it? We’ve already seen them used in company level attacks.” “That’s the key question, Steeler,” came a voice from behind them. They turned to see Hawk enter the maintenance tent. “Evidently these guys, either Ares or Cobra, have developed a cheap light tank with lots of interchangeable parts with bulldozers. I’m curious to know who they’re marketing to, but right now I want to know how to consistently kill them. We got the jump on them with that anti-armour ambush, but we won’t get many of those opportunities.” “Maybe we should get our own tanks,” suggested Steeler. Hawk smiled. “I’ve considered that. I’ve also considered the logistical burden that would impose, and I’m not convinced.” “Anti-tank missiles?” Proposed Heavy Metal. “The jungle is hard on them,” countered Hawk. “Artillery?” “Thought of that too,” said Hawk. “But smart anti-armour rounds are prohibitively expensive, and so far we’ve only got mortars.” “Well, I think we should be mounting a missile like Javelin or Milan on each of the Vamps, or at the very least get our hands on some recoilless rifles,” said Steeler. “I agree. Come up with a list. It may be time to go shopping again,” said Hawk. “I have an idea,” said Flash. “I’ve been tinkering with some robots for a while, based on the Talon design. Shipwreck has been helping me with some of the metal work. They aren’t autonomous, but offer a protected way to get observation and fire on a target. So far I’ve only tried equipping them with M249s, but I think I could easily work a dual or quad mount for something like a MATADOR. If we build a bunch of them we could use them for defensive purposes, or maybe to lead an assault.” Hawk was silent for a moment. “Ok. Get a prototype together and show me. There might be some merit to the idea.” 27 1500A Mar 20XX Slipstream, Scarlett and Mainframe reviewed the data from the bombing run on the artillery position. “They have really good camouflage. Gun cameras really don’t pick up anything. If it weren’t for the counter-battery grids and the secondary explosions, I’d have thought we’d just moved some earth around.” Scarlett pursed her lips. “I’m thinking you probably damaged or destroyed two guns and an ammo truck. But you’re right – it’s hard to tell.” “There wasn’t much electronic chatter either. We were definitely painted by radar, though intermittently, as we flew up and down the river. They never got a lock on us, though. We were really low!” “I’m trying to find an electronic match to those signals. So far I’m not getting anything,” said Mainframe. “We need Hawk’s help with this. He’s got a strong background in radar,” said Scarlett. “Maybe Backblast too. He’s strong in this field.” At that moment Hawk entered. “I’m interested in your findings,” he said, rubbing his hands. “Glad I caught you here,” he said to Slipstream. “I’ve just received a signal from the Flagg carrier group. Although they can’t provide us with air support, they are going to provide a liaison officer. He’s some hotshot pilot who started out in the Air Force and has been seconded to the Navy for a couple of years. I think Admiral Colby just wants to learn more about our op and the potential threats here, but we’ll make the best use of him. So, do you guys have any spare planes he might be able to fly out here?” Slipstream smiled. “We aren’t exactly that kind of organization,” we said, “but once we meet this pilot we’ll make an assessment.” Hawk nodded. “In the meantime, what can you tell me about the radars we’re up against?” 27 2345A Mar 20XX Topside scanned the shore line through thermal binos. The pickup time was 2300. They were late. He canted his head left and right to work the kinks out of his neck. The last twenty four hours had been hectic. Inserting and recovering the mortar team, inserting and recovering the tank-hunting team, along with a captured damaged light tank. Inserting Recondo, Outback, Hit & Run, Dial Tone, Spirit and Mutt & Junkyard to maintain contact with the Cobra forces and to see how they responded to the raids. And now, trying to recover Falcon’s patrol. There – in the mangroves, three flashes. He replied with two, and then made out one of the figures waving. He pointed the nose towards the shore and started to advance. Those boys deserved a quiet couple of days. They climbed aboard, filthy and exhausted. He backed out into the river current, and watched Falcon start to inspect each man for medical issues. “Hey, check that footlocker,” Topside said to Sneak Peak, pointing to the bow. “We figured you’d been on half rations for a couple of days. The burgers are probably cold by now, but there are some heat packs in there too.” |
08-01-2012, 11:09 AM | #26 |
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30 1100A Mar 20XX
Recondo wiped sweat from his eyes and swore to himself. They had spent three days avoiding Cobra patrols while trying to work their way into whatever it was that the air defence systems were protecting. The Cobra forces had clearly been rattled by the raids, and the air was constantly buzzing with mini-choppers, while mounted and dismounted patrols manoeuvred frequently. Random harassing artillery fire hit vacant jungle, possibly sowing unattended ground sensors. Getting in was tough. Getting out would be even harder. He had narrowed down the likely location to four grid squares, which was large enough an area to challenge a battalion, let alone a six man patrol. Lacking the supplies to stay out long enough to properly cover those four grid squares, Recondo decided to move towards the area of highest patrolling density, on the premise that this was where the patrols originated and ended. The six men and Junkyard lay silent as several soldiers on ATVs drove slowly by along a tiny trail about fifty metres to their west. They waited several minutes, then slowly began snipping a patch through the thick undergrowth. Junkyard tensed, and the patrol went to ground. Sounds of machetes hacking through the bush came from their north-east. Recondo tensed, and then the sounds stopped, to be replaced by the sound of a zipper, and then the sound of escaping bodily gasses. “This estas mia lasta patrol. Mi am titolo al Sudan al labori kun kolonelo Sharrif. Mi cannot atendi al akiri out da this jungle.” “Lucky. Mi am stuck here por ses pli monato car mi failed Eel training.” They lay silently until the sounds of wiping and zippers were finished, and the heavy footsteps receeded. Recondo angled towards the direction of the sounds. A couple of dozen slow metres later he found two steaming piles of fresh feces and some crumpled up paper that looked torn from a paperback novel. He pulled a couple of ziplock bags from his kit and took samples. Hit & Run make a look of disgust and mimed gagging. Outback put a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. “Might as well give Doc and Lifeline something to do out here besides check for athletes foot and crotch rot!” Spirit held a finger to his mouth, and took point, continuing to move after the pair of Cobra soldiers, who had noisily rejoined their patrol. 30 1200A Mar 20XX Short Fuze walked around the perimeter of his small firebase. They had exchanged their three 81mm mortars for two MO-120-RT for the extra range required to support Recondo’s patrol. Thunder, Grand Slam and Downtown had carefully sited the heavy mortars under Hawk’s supervision, and were currently dozing in the gun pits. Dee-Jay monitored the radio, while Clutch, Dusty and Bazooka rotated sentry duties. The two Vamps and the Unimog were well hidden in the trees, but with machine guns ready to bear. They were also testing one of Flash’s armed robots – he had taken to calling them PAC-RATS – with its optics and weapon pushed fifty metres down their egress route. Short Fuze took one more look at the overhead cam net, looked at his watch, and walked over to Dee-Jay. “They should be sending a sitrep in four minutes. Make sure you update their location and expected direction of travel.” Dee-Jay stared at Short Fuze. “Just like I’ve been doing every hour for the last couple of days? Relax – just because we’re all getting a little sleep deprived doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to do my job.” “Hey!” Short Fuze snapped, his face turning red. “Don’t tell me to relax – we’re the only fire support Recondo has.” Clutch trotted over. “Keep it down. Remember the noise discipline. Remember Short Fuze, we can’t help Recondo if we bring a Cobra patrol down on us.” Short Fuze took a couple of deep breaths, and Dee-Jay held up a hand. “The sitrep should be coming in a few minutes. I’ll wave you over and let you know the grids.” Short Fuze nodded and walked back to the truck to inspect the ammo load again, muttering to himself. “I wish we could also cover the airstrip where Hawk has set up temporary base.” |
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31 2115A Apr 20XX
Spirit stared at the sky, then held his head to Recondo’s ear. “Helicopters – lots of them.” Within fifteen minutes the sounds of helicopters landing about eight hundred metres to their east drowned any other sound. Recondo signalled to Dial Tone to initiate a sitrep. He then motioned for the patrol to move in the direction of the sounds. 01 0120A Apr 20XX Recondo shook his head. They had found the Cobra camp, a clearing concealed from aerial observation by large overhead camouflage that had been pulled aside. Ten heavy helicopters were in that clearing. Five had already left, sling-loading light tanks, and had returned. Additional light tanks were being prepared for sling load, while the better part of an infantry battalion was doing final load inspections before embarking. 01 0145A Apr 20XX Bazooka heard the rumble of a heavy helicopter, and through his thermal sight saw its lumbering frame, sling-loading blivets of fuel, pass overhead and land some distance away. A short while later, coming from the river, a dozen mini-choppers flew towards the landing site. He nudged Dee-Jay awake. “Call in a sitrep. Cobra is setting up a forward arming and refuelling point, and is moving mini-choppers into position. They’re going to attack something big.” Dee-Jay nodded, wiped sleep from his eyes, and reached for the radio. 01 0217A Apr 20XX Sneak Peak raised his hand and dropped slowly to a knee. He raised a thermal sight to his eye and scanned. Nothing. But he was sure there was something out there. Maybe a snake. Recoil stepped forward to Sneak Peak’s side, and sniffed. He raised his rifle to his shoulder, and whispered in Sneak Peak’s ear. “Toothpaste.” He pointed just off to the front left. Zap, Tunnel Rat and Leatherneck readied their weapons. Sneak Peak motioned for them to close their eyes, then he pulled a flare from his kit. Instead of aiming it into the air he aimed it in the direction Recoil had pointed. He twisted the base, and the flare rocketed into the jungle, the magnesium igniting in a dazzlingly bright light. Crashes and swearing came from the front, and the clearance patrol opened fire on full automatic. Zap pulled an M72 from his back, extended it, and fired it into the middle of the enemy patrol, the explosion adding to the chaos. Sneak Peak and Recoil bounded forward, followed by Tunnel Rat and Zap. Leatherneck moved through the middle, firing a 40mm grenade in the direction of more sounds. “Fix bayonets!” he shouted. Firing ceased for moments, while the ‘snic’ of bayonets attaching to lugs rang impossibly loud. “Sneak Peak and Recoil, clear the trench!” There was no trench, but the meaning was clear. “Covering!” “Moving!” “Grenade!” They hit the ground and the concussion of the grenade rocked them. Sneak Peak yelled, and started driving his bayonet into figures. “Trench clear!” The others swept past the position, searching for additional enemy. Leatherneck found one ten metres away, badly wounded, struggling to raise his rifle. Leatherneck fired two quick rounds and then drove his bayonet in the figure’s eye. Tunnel Rat shuddered at the sight. “The eye?” he asked. Leatherneck wiped the bayonet clean. “The chest is protected by web gear and ribs. The belly grips the blade. The eye always gives." Hawk ran into the ops tent in the camp. Claymore and Night Flight looked up. “We have heavy helicopters in Recondo’s objective area loading a battalion of infantry and sling loading light tanks. Across the river and fifteen clicks from here we have a FARP* with a squadron plus of mini-choppers. Our clearance patrol just destroyed a four man Cobra reconnaissance team. We’re the target.” Hawk looked quickly at the map. “The main objective is probably the aircraft. What’s their status?” The Hip and Transport are both down for maintenance and can’t be moved. Bob and Lola need another six hours on the engines. The jets are ready to go, and we’re changing the armament to air-to-air.” Hawk nodded. “Ok. Unless they plan to land right on the strip, the best places are here and here.” He pointed to clearings two kilometres north. “The ground is pretty close, and they’ll have to cross that little creek, but there are trails that the tanks can use. Push a mixed anti-tank, engineer and machine gun team down there. Build abatis and other obstacles. I’ll command that group. Claymore, put together a smaller infantry team and prepare fall back positions. Now, half a kilometre north of us there’s a ford across the river. Stalker, take a team across the river and defend on the far side of the ford.” He turned back to Claymore. “Contact Wild Bill. If he’s anywhere nearby his help will be invaluable. But we can’t let the enemy get to the airfield.” “My guys will protect the planes on the ground,” said Night Flight. “We’re all accustomed to ground defence, and we’ve got a lot of firepower for a small group. I just ask that Back Blast and Rampart stay close. Big Ben will augment them – we have a MANPAD** and he’s been itching to give it a go.” “Want me to have Recondo call a fire mission on that form up point?” Asked Claymore. Hawk thought it over. “No. Don’t compromise his position. I still want to know what’s so important to be ringed with air defence. We’ll shell them on their way home.” _________ * FARP - Forward Arming and Refuelling Point ** MANPAD - Man Portable Air Defence Last edited by LowTech; 10-07-2012 at 04:33 PM.. |
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01 0330A Apr 20XX
Zap and Tunnel Rat finished wrapping trees with det cord. “Fire in the hole!” Several dozen trees fell in rapid succession, criss-crossing the trails. Trip Wire started lacing the lead edges with mines and booby traps. Zap grabbed several rolls of cattle wire and headed to the flanks to start laying low wire entanglements. Lt Falcon was laying out the defensive position, when Rock n Roll approached him. “Why aren’t we using the tripods? I can site these MGs to provide better coverage than just interspersing them along the frontage, or putting them at the cardinal points of a patrol base.” Falcon frowned. “You can?” “Yes. Haven’t you ever prepared an MG overlay?” Falcon took a deep breath. “No. Show me.” “Well, here’s how it works, and I’ll give you the manual to read up on after this scrap is over. Instead of putting the guns forward, put them on the backside of that little feature there. They’ll be in a defilade position, but can be used against helicopters, and we can put them on a series of firing lines to put massed indirect fire on the enemy.” “Huh. Thanks. I was only in an infantry battalion very briefly, and we kept our crew served weapons mounted on HMMVWs.” Rock n Roll sighed. “That’s typical these days, and lazy. I, on the other hand, had a crusty old top who cut his teeth on the Browning M1917.” In the near distance, Ripcord turned to Hit & Run “The Lt was probably reading up on Valley Forge when they covered sustained fire at Benning.” “Well it’s all about the revolution, man! No one ever won one from a prepared defence.” Lt Falcon returned to laying out firing positions, and Rock n Roll trotted over to Ripcord and Tunnel Rat. He grabbed them both by the collars and pulled them close to his face. “It stops now. Got it?” Tunnel Rat started to protest, and Rock n Roll squeezed tighter. He and Ripcord both nodded. “Good. Now get the tripods and twenty cans of 4B1T* per gun and run them over to that knoll. Remove all the tracer from three boxes.” He dropped them and turned away, heading towards Steeler, who was examining run up positions for the jeeps. Tollbooth and Cross Country had the loader and bulldozer preparing fighting holes and vehicle positions. 01 0530A Apr 20XX Topside smiled. The radios were blanketed with static. They were being jammed. He adjusted sensors to get a bearing on the source of the jamming, and then he picked up the field phone. Rampart stared into the sky through massive nautical binoculars. “Looks like four MiG 21s at five thousand feet, and four Harriers coming in low.” “The Harriers are the targets,” said Back Blast. Rampart and Big Ben nodded, readying their missiles. They waited for what felt like an eternity, and then had tones in their ears. “Fire!” Three missiles raced towards the Harriers, evidently catching the pilots by surprise. The planes broke formation, launching flares and chaff and manoeuvring violently. Two of the pilots jettisoned their bomb loads in order to lighten the planes, and the bombs detonated harmlessly in the jungle. Backblast had already acquired another target and launched a fourth missile, while the other two were loading new tubes and cooling units. Two Harriers were trailing smoke, and all dispersed while the MiGs circled back to continue to provide top cover. Suddenly the MiGs themselves started manoeuvring erratically, as Slipstream, Skystriker and Dogfight launched air-to-air missiles of their own. Rock n Roll could see the aerial explosions of the jets fight, but his focus was down river. He saw the specks before he heard the whine of the small engines and the beating of the rotors. He turned to Tunnel Rat and Crazy Legs and signalled for them to get ready. The flight of mini helicopters got closer, and at 800 metres they opened fire, using the belts without tracer. The first indication the pilots had of incoming fire was when four helicopters exploded. The remainder scrambled for altitude, flying into the gun sights of two Vamps. Machine gun fire caught the mini-choppers in the flanks, downing another two and damaging several more. The mini-choppers turned and retreated down river. 01 0615A Apr 20XX Two light tanks, flanked by two sections of infantry, moved to the edge of the creek. They examined the near bank, waited for two more tanks to move up and adopt fire positions, and started to cross. Zap, Fast Draw, Footloose and Salvo squeezed the triggers on their Carl Gustav recoilless rifles, and the four tanks exploded. Wet Suit, Torpedo, Gung Ho and Muskrat engaged the infantry with a mix of light machine gun and 40mm grenade fire, covering the withdrawal of the anti-tank teams on ATVs. Two more light tanks pushed to the creek and starting lacing the now-unoccupied anti-tank positions with 20mm cannon fire, while an infantry platoon starting pouring speculative fire up and down the banks. Torpedo pulled his team back. They piled into the HMMVW and withdrew to firing positions covering the abatis. Minutes after they left heavy artillery fell along the creek. “They should have had that planned before they even hit the creek,” muttered Torpedo. “These Cobras are pretty mixed quality.” As they reached the abatis, Torpedo caught Hawk’s eye. “They’re coming. Four tanks destroyed.” Hawk nodded. The anti tank gunners were adopting positions along the abatis. Torpedo took his troops to their secondary position under Claymore. 01 0700A Apr 20XX The lead infantry section came into view, hugging the sides of the trail in ack ack formation, likely with additional sections on the flanks in the trees. When they hit the open fire line, Hardball dropped six 40mm grenades along their line of march, and Scarlett and Low Light squeezed the triggers of their XM2010 and Tac-300 respectively. Hawk eyed the feeds of the unattended ground sensors laid along likely rally points, and saw two being occupied by depth troops. He picked up his field phone and contacted Rock n Roll. Rock n Roll put down the field phone and turned to his firing line. “Target three.” He quickly checked they all had the right bearing and elevation. “Fire!” The three machine guns each fired fifty rounds, and Hit n Run dropped five bombs down the 60mm mortar. A light tank pushed forward spitting 20mm cannon fire. Fast Draw fired off an 84mm round, then ducked for cover as fire from several machine guns converged on the location of his back blast. Low Light and Scarlett followed the streams of tracer back to their origins and started sniping the gunners. 01 0740A Apr 20XX A mine detonated in the distance, and Bazooka adjusted the elevation on the Vamp’s twin machine guns and fired off a long burst. Several minutes later a light tank crept around a corner, and Bazooka fired a Milan missile. Heavy Metal fired a burst of 40mm grenades from the APC, followed by a burst of heavy machine gun fire, in order to suppress the infantry trying to engage the Vamp. Bazooka pulled back into the trees and scooted through the covered route he’d prepared earlier, moving to an alternate position. The sounds of infantry getting hung up on a low wire entanglement signalled Stalker to detonate four claymores covering that obstacle. A PAC-RAT laced the other side of the trail with 7.62mm fire while Bazooka dismounted a Carl Gustav, lined up a second light tank trying to push the burning lead tank off the trail, and fired. 01 0815A Apr 20XX Lady Jaye plotted positions in the command post when Topside turned to her. “We’re getting intermittent breaks in the jamming. I think it’s an arty-delivered device that got banged up in flight. Recondo is reporting heavy helos moving back to his location to pick up a second wave. “Do you have comms with Short Fuze?” “Yes.” “Put a fire mission on that clearing.” 01 0817A Apr 20XX “Fire!” Two 120mm mortar bombs flew towards the Cobra clearing. Just over a minute later they heard a weak radio signal with a correction. The adjusted the bearing and elevation slightly and fired off four more rounds. “Switch to secondary aiming point!” The crews rapidly applied a new fire mission point, and then each tube fired a white phosphorus round into a pre-designated point in the jungle. The crews swiftly dug out the base plates and hitched the mortars to the Vamps, and the small group moved to a secondary base plate position. “Hopefully the smoke from those WP** rounds confuses Cobra, making them think that’s our firing position and keeps their air force shooting up empty jungle.” 01 0837A Apr 20XX Uncoordinated heavy artillery had been falling around Hawk’s main position for several minutes as Cobra infantry tried to find a way to outflank the defensive position. Ripcord and and Hardball had been pulled back with shrapnel wounds in the arms and legs. Fire slackened, and a Cobra soldier stood up, holding a mega-phone. He called through it in heavily accented English. “Surrender now, and we will let you live. Keep fighting, and we will sell the survivors into slavery.” Hawk grunted and turned to Rock n Roll. “You see a flag of truce there?” “Nope.” Hawk raised an M14 to his shoulder and fired. The spokesman’s head snapped backwards and he crumpled to the ground. Hawk swore and adjusted his sights. “I was aiming for his chest.” He scanned the battlefield to his front and picked up a field phone. “Claymore – we’re holding the line, but they’re trying to turn my left flank. Come forward and reinforce my left.” 01 0905A Apr 20XX Barbeque fired two quick rounds at the fleeting figure to his front. The PAC-RAT covering the flank had been destroyed, and they had detonated almost all of the command mines they’d emplaced, but enemy fire was starting to slacken. Off to his left he heard the Cross Country put the APC in gear, with Heavy Metal hammering 14.5mm into enemy pockets. Then he heard Stalker’s yell. “Advance!” 01 0915A Apr 20XX A blast came from the tree line, and an incoming anti-tank round arced through the air, exploding on the fencing the air crew had erected around the grounded aircraft. Bob and Lola had almost finished with the engines, but they dropped their tools, leapt behind sandbag walls, pulled M60s to their shoulders, and started firing into the trees. Big Ben laid down his MANPAD, grabbed an FN MAG and added to the volume of fire. He turned to the two mechanics and grineed. “Nice shooting!” “Once a grunt, always a grunt,” replied Bob, firing off another burst. "We've been doing our own Phoenix Raven work security since start up." Skymate started aimed through his Steyr AUG, and Back Stop pulled out a sniper rifle. He scanned the tree line, made out the movement of a rocket launcher being reloaded, and squeezed. A good chunk of tree splintered, and the figure jerked backwards. He pumped the next round into the chamber and fired at more movement. Lift Ticket and Windmill grabbed Rampart. “Come with us to cover the other side of the field in case this is a diversion.” Skymate swore. “They’re just beyond my effective range. Looks like they’re pulling back.” Big Ben, Skymate, Back Stop and Back Blast started quickly moving towards the tree line while Bob and Lola continued to provide suppressing fire. They passed one dead Cobra soldier, wearing a camouflage uniform, a buoyancy control device, a dive mask around his neck, and with fins attached to his belt. Big Ben noted the dive computer on a wrist, dive watch attached to the BCD*** and the FN P90, satchel charge, and unfired Panzerfaust 3 round lying on the ground. Back Stop held up a hand and pointed to the ground. “M86 PDM.”**** He waved them around the device, then paused at a second one. He squatted, staring at the ground. “There’s a grenade on a trip wire there, and a couple of blood tracks. Two guys are being helped along.” “I think they did a poor estimate and brought short-range weapons only,” said Big Ben. “Normally not a problem in the trees. Bit of a problem when you show up at the wrong end of an airfield.” They continued their advance carefully, speeding up as they heard the sound of motors at the water. By the time they got to the river’s edge, ten strangely shaped two-man boats were racing up river. Back Stop raised his rifle and fired. One of the boats shuddered and starting smoking. The two divers rolled off and started swimming, and clung to the sides of other boats, and the disabled boat started drifting back towards them with the current before sinking. “Man, are you firing explosive rounds?” asked Back Blast. “.338 Lapua. It’s a Timberwolf rifle.” Skymate chuckled. “I always thought you were a poseur with that rifle, but you really are a sniper.” “Nope. LAV driver and gunner, mountain ops, advanced recce, para, arctic ops advisor, but never a sniper. But I grew up hunting when I wasn’t playing hockey. My uncle, Ogie Oglethorpe, after he was banned from every hockey league in North America, set up a hunting and guiding business in Northern Quebec. Moose, deer, the odd bear, geese, pheasant, great fishing. I spent a lot of time up there with him.” Big Ben grunted. “I’ll have to see if I can get you an AWM to try.” 01 0940A Apr 20XX Gung Ho fired three high explosive rounds into the trees. Figures bolted from the cover, right into the line of Muskrat’s light machine gun. Wet Suit manned the HMMVW’s .50 cal, shredding potential enemy cover. Torpedo fired at a snap target, then shouted to Claymore. “I think WE can turn THEM. We should push forward to that next feature.” He pointed to a low crest through the trees. Claymore gave him an ‘ok’ signal and waved his hand forward. Stalker changed magazines and shouted to the men on his flanks to keep moving, when he realized that what he was pushing back had just been an advance guard. At least a full reinforced company was moving towards him. He started to yell to everyone to go firm when something that felt like a sledgehammer struck him in the chest. He was staring up at the sky, fighting for breath, trying to figure out where he was. Flash fired a burst when he saw Stalker fall. “Man down!” Recoil rushed over under the cover of the Vamp’s machine guns, when a round punched through his lead leg. He crumpled. Blowtorch fired an MRO, and the fireball provided momentary cover for Barbeque and Sneak Peak to drag the downed troops to cover. “Get ‘em in the APC.” With heavy machine gun fire ripping over their heads, they unceremoniously heaved the casualties into the back of the carrier, where Barbeque started performing immediate aid. Blowtorch fired another flame rocket, and then un-slung his rifle and started firing bursts on automatic. “Fall back!” He shouted. The thin line began to collapse under the weight of the Cobra advance. Across the river, Hawk noted the change in tenor of the fight, and then saw Cobra troops emerging from the trees and moving across the marshy bank, pursuing Stalker’s force. He signalled to Rock n Roll, who had his machine guns shift fire to catch that force in the flank. Fast Draw caught sight of a light tank, and fired a Milan across the river at it. The Cobra counter-attack faltered as soldiers scrambled for cover from this new threat. A ripple of explosions first to Hawk’s front caused him to duck, and then he saw a Hind sweep over the river, pouring 80mm rockets into the Cobra troops. A Texan drawl broke the air. “Nice of y’all to leave me a couple of targets. Let me know if anyone else needs perforating today!” 01 1020A Apr 20XX Dial Tone whispered into his radio. “Sitrep – enemy helicopters are NOT, I say again NOT, landing in this clearing. They are continuing east. This site appears to be deserted. We are conducting a clearance sweep, over.” “Lady Jaye acknowledged, out.” Hawk took a long drink from his canteen, poured some water on his face, and wiped the grime and cam paint with a bandanna. With the end of the jamming, he radioed all elements, pushing forward to a new defensive along the creek where the first shots had been fired. 03 1400A Apr 20XX “I’m please to tell you that Stalker and Recoil will make it, though they’re on bed rest for a week and light duties for at least two weeks following that,” said Doc. “The other half dozen walking wounded, all from artillery, will be fine in another day or two. On a different note, Lifeline and I also ran some tests on the stool samples Recondo so thoughtfully brought back for us, and on a few of the bodies recovered from the battlefield. In short, they all show signs of childhood malnutrition, are currently on a diet of rice, legumes, vegetables, tuna and yogurt, and have been abusing performance enhancing drugs and supplements. The dietary exception is that frogman commando and the reconnaissance patrol Leatherneck and Sneak Peak stabbed to death. They were eating a lot of meat. Oh, and the ‘toilet paper,’ you recovered?” He looked over at Recondo. “That was pages from an Esperanto translation of a science fiction book. The Wasp, by Eric Russell.” Hawk made an annotation on his notes. Flash stepped forward. “Wet Suit and Torpedo recovered a kind of boat from the river. It had a few markings on it. One was “Hydro-Sled.” Several other parts had markings that Mainframe has been tracing. A couple point us to a small company called M.A.R.S. Industries. Alpine is working on linking them to our riddle inside a puzzle. Analysis of weapons recovered from the battlefield is consistent with previous findings. Probably not much further to be gained there. Lt Falcon led a patrol to recover the arty-borne jammer. I’ve been examining that with all the comms guys. It’s completely unfamiliar to us. We need more time to figure it out. The site Recondo patrolled was simply a forward staging base. Supplies not withdrawn by air were torched. No further intel from that location.” Lady Jaye took over. “Recondo’s patrol overheard a conversation referencing a Colonel Sharrif in Sudan. I’ve been doing analysis on this. I believe he heads a faction based in South Sudan though not affiliated with that government, and which has been involved in several attacks across the Sahel. We’re trying to recreate flight traffic associated with Cobra to South Sudan to figure out the base location.” Hawk rubbed his chin. “I need to talk with the Jugglers. We need to keep pushing east to reacquire contact with Cobra. Don’t get too confident from this battle. The enemy we faced was inferior to that we’ve patrolled against in the past weeks. There was no sign of Major Bludd or his mercenaries. The attacks were uncoordinated, they did inadequate reconnaissance, and they made poor use of artillery or air. I think we were facing a green force that was getting some live experience. Future fights will be tougher. We also need to explore this Sharrif link. We currently don’t have adequate resources. Thanks for the briefs. I’ll get back to you at 2100 tonight.” He rose and left the tent, deep in thought. _______ * 4B1T - Four Ball One Trace - typical arrangement of linked/belt ammunition ** WP - White Phosphorous - smoke ammunition *** BCD - Buoyancy Control Device **** PDM - Pursuit Denial Munition *************************** This ends the first chapter of this tale. Future installments will start being posted in a few weeks. Any constructive criticism in the interim is appreciated so I can work on tightening up the story. Last edited by LowTech; 10-07-2012 at 04:39 PM.. |
09-08-2012, 09:01 AM | #29 |
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Some time previously
Several men and a woman sat around a boardroom table. At the end of the table stood two strongly built men, the taller being bald and the shorter of the two with scars running across his face. A series of models were laid on the table in front of them, and a presentation ran on screens behind them. The taller man opened. “Destro Systems’ proposal for your air defence competition is one based on layered and redundant systems in conjunction with a deployment philosophy. My chief designer, Herr Eisen, will explain in further detail.” “It is basic air defence,” said the scarred man, with a slightly noticeable Germanic accent. “We combine civilian air traffic control and weather radar systems, cell tower UHF feeds and our own thermal, radar and lidar systems, based on such concepts as Skyshield and Iron Dome. Long range missiles target C2* and surveillance platforms. Dummy positions draw the SEAD** fires, which are further diluted with dazzlers and GPS jammers. Camouflage, such as thermal- and radar-resistant overhead netting, and complex terrain protect the rest. Then we ambush the raiders on their trip home. We don’t need to kill them - just make them run out of fuel. The complex terrain precludes massed helicopter attacks, but should anyone ignore the lessons of Kosovo, Anaconda and Karbala, we have sufficient flak to augment the vehicle’s AAMGs*** to make anyone's day unhealthy. Even the HISS tank program we started collaborating on two years ago can double as an anti-air platform. Same for taking down massed UAVs or cruise missiles. We also have a prototype short range missile based on the Igla that we can mount on a variety of platforms to further stiffen the shield. We avoid concentration, making air strikes less cost effective - especially for strategic bombers. There’s nothing visible to justify a B2 run. Plus, combining air defence and counter-battery in one system is cheaper. Finally, we are developing an upgrade option consisting of vertical-launch short range rocket aircraft for intercept purposes.” The hooded man at the end of the table nodded. “Thank you. I think a short recess is in order while we review a few figures.” ______ * C2 - Command & Control ** SEAD - Suppression of Enemy Air Defence *** AAMG - Anti Aircraft Machine Gun Last edited by LowTech; 10-07-2012 at 04:41 PM.. |
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The characters are exaclty the way I have always imagined them... I love Stalker as the boss. He has always been my favorite character too. |
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