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08-26-2010, 07:05 PM | #11 |
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10-02-2010, 08:38 PM | #12 |
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The Guardsman: The Hotel Part 1: Kamakura
Kamakura leaned into the shadows created by the brick wall. The wall ran out from the side of the hotel, close to ten feet high, capped with a piece of precast concrete. It was at the front side of the building, used to screen the service yard from the guests coming and going. Don’t want the guests seeing the help, he thought always amazed at what consisted of the ‘back of house’ of a hotel and other establishments. Entire rooms and areas that the public never saw but where all the real work happened. He was facing into the yard, the wall at his back, in the shadows where the wall met the brick of the building. The yard was well lit. Another wall shielded the back side of the yard, hiding the two large dumpsters and the loading dock, at ground level, from the public areas. There were three doors into the yard. Two doors and an overhead garage style door, about 10 feet wide by 12 foot high. Remembering the map he had been memorized at the base, the far door led into the stairwell, the loading dock door and other leading into the back of house. So far there had been no one back here. Which they knew to be normal. The teams had spent close to three days watching this building, day and night. The analysts watching and documenting all the guard patterns, shift changes. Assigning names and unit numbers to the King Snakes they could identify. This operation had been planned for awhile now, the attempted bombing had just moved the schedule up a couple of days. The intel gang had learned the King Snakes would be up to something. They weren’t quite sure what. The plan had been to just raid the building, take out the King Snakes, make a statement and move on. Stopping the bombing had adjusted all that. The plan was still the same, the schedule had just changed. Adaptability. That’s what his old Special Forces Captain had preached over and over and it was a lesson that Kamakura had taken to heart. His later training, with Master Light, had helped him reach new heights of the skill. No one used the service yard at night. Why would they? The King Snakes were here on behalf of the United States government, after all. They had nothing to hide. The two bombers had left by the front door and would return by the front door. That was the part that angered the young man known as Kamakura. He wanted the attempted bombers to pay for what they had tried to do, destroying an apartment building full of innocent civilians. But they plan hinged on their being unseen and unknown. If the Snakes got the slightest hint of what was to happen, the entire mission was to be scrapped. So they had to let the Snakes return. Sure they would say they were stopped, but the appearance of the National Guardsman gave them the best cover. The King Snakes would assume that the men that had stopped the bombing were Guardsmen. That would set the Snakes into a panic. They would need to find some way to cover it up. That was why the mission had been pushed up. His small unit, originally just observation, was now mission active. And now he had to get into the stairwell without being seen. *************** He looked hard at the small camera above him. It was buried in the shadows at the top of the wall and very small. They never would have known it was there. It had been pure luck that the scout team, disguised as the laundry company, had spotted it at all. A stroke of luck, he thought, or the mission would have been over before it had begun. It had been hard enough to get across the open parking lot, which was fairly well lit, and into the shadows of the wall. Getting into the building itself would be next to impossible if he couldn’t do something about the camera. His back tight to the corner, he reached up over his head, pressing his left palm tight to the brick. He lifted up with his right leg, digging into the small mortar joint with his toes. He used his leg to push himself up, awkwardly turning his left leg to find a joint. Being thankful that he was very flexible, and still in pain as his muscles stretched uncomfortably, he worked his way up the corner thankful that it was only ten feet high and he was 6 feet tall. It didn’t take long, but it felt like it to his already aching muscles, he was only a couple of inches underneath the camera. He reached into the small pouch on his belt, taking out a small screwdriver and set to work taking the cover off the unit. The angle wasn’t great, he could barely see the inside of the camera from his position, but there was no other position he would be able to get into. He could have come in from the top, but he would have been exposed to the parking lot. He returned the screwdriver to the pouch and pulled out a small device that looked like a calculator but without any buttons. On the back of the unit was a suction cup. Reaching over his head he attached the unit, but the suction, to the wall next to the camera. His neck ached as he looked up, behind and over himself. He took a deep breath, centering himself, knowing what Master Light would think of his discomfort. He let the breath out, calmer, and pulled a couple of leads out of the unit, attaching them to two points on the camera. ******************** “We have contact,” Mainframe said. He was at a terminal, people gathered around him. The computer terminal, really just a couple of monitors and a couple of laptops set on a desk, stood in the middle of a large open space. The entire area wasn’t well lit, most of the light concentrating on his terminal and a collection of people in the corner where weapons could be seen being passed out. “Which one,” came the voice, an older African American man leaning down to look at the laptops over Mainframe’s shoulder. “Kamakura,” Mainframe answered, almost as old as the other. He keyed in a couple of commands, an image of the hotel service yard appearing on the screen in front of him. A couple more keystrokes and the image shrunk down in size and appeared in the upper corner. “Give him the tap,” the older man said. “Yes sir Colonel,” Mainframe answered and tapped a key three times. ****************** Kamakura heard three quiet taps in his earpiece. The only communications allowed on this silent mission. The earpiece was one way, receiving only. There were no signals that could be traced and no way to listen in as it only communicated tones and not words. Breathing a sigh of relief he let himself drop the few feet to the ground, landing softly. He paused, ears straining, listening for any noise, any sound that he had been heard. Nothing. He worked his way along the hotel wall, pausing at the first door, listening. He waited. Worst case would be someone opens the door. Disaster would be if he was spotted. The door opened towards him. Once he was past it, he would be exposed to anyone coming out of the door. Who Dares Wins, he thought shrugging and quickly stepped past the door. In front of the other door he examined the keypad electronic lock. He again took out the screwdriver, prying the cover off. Numerous wires ran from the numbers on the lock to the inside of the device. Holding it up with one hand he pulled out a device similar to the one he had left attached to the camera. This one had a small LED screen. Still holding the lock’s cover up with one hand, he pulled the leads out, one at a time, attaching them to points on the inside of the lock. As soon as the second lead was attached the LED started flashing numbers. It only took seconds, but to Kamakura it felt like hours. One by one the LED stopped flashing numbers as it found the ones for the door code. With a barely audible click the lock disengaged. Still holding the lock’s cover plate up, he switched hands moving it to his right and grasping the door handle with his left. He adjusted his position so his body was fully out of the swing of the door. This was the trickiest part. Their research into the plans had shown this door opened to a stairwell that ran the entire height of the building, used by the service personal to come and go, as well as a fire exit. They had no interior intelligence, never having been able to get an operative inside, so Kamakura didn’t know what awaited him on the other side. For all he knew there was a guard stationed at the door at all hours, even at this ungodly hour of the morning. He would be at his most vulnerable in the next couple of seconds. Who Dares Wins, he thought again. It was a habit he had picked up from an old Marine he had ran a couple operations with. The more you had to say the motto in a given operation, the more likely it was to go FUBAR. He was up to two. The most he had ever gotten to was five. He had a feeling this operation would give him a new record. Taking another deep breath, letting it out slowly, he adjusted his stance. He had been told that he could not let the lock’s cover plate hang by the wires. It would set off the alarms. There was no guarantee of it, of course, they hadn’t been able to get that in depth with the scouting, but it was assumed based on the type of locking devices that had been specified for this hotel. Having hackers on the team that could get into the construction companies computers came in handy. He took a firmer grip on the door handle, pulling it down and slowly pulling the door open. He held it open an inch or so, leaning so he could look in. Nothing and no one. Of course someone could be hiding out of his view, but that was a risk he would have to take. Pulling the door open a couple more inches, he jammed his foot into the opening, letting the handle go and holding the door open with his foot. He quickly undid the device from the lock and replaced the cover plate. He reached up and pulled the door open enough for him to squeeze through, letting it close behind him, a click telling him that it had relocked. The stairwell was well lit, not providing him with any shadows. He heard no noises echoing. No one was in the stair well. The stairs were concrete in metal pans, covered in a rubber tile. Metal handrails attached to the wall and metal guardrails in the center. He quickly surveyed the stairwell, glad that the outdated plans they had from the construction company were accurate. No cameras or other devices had been installed. He again thanked whoever he had to that the King Snakes hadn’t installed their own devices. He knew it was for the inspectors. When the government had hired the Paramilitary Corporations to help out with the homeland defense, they had set up a massive amount of guidelines and oversight. The President had known that the PMC help was needed, but he had insisted on no one being able to line their pockets from the PMCs and that the PMCs, themselves, couldn’t fleece the government. The economy was in dire enough straits. So the Government Inspectors kept a pretty tight eye on the expenditures of the PMCs as well as their lodgings, making sure they didn’t do anything that was above and beyond the scope of what their contracts required. Kamakura was glad that the inspectors didn’t think that installing extra security measures was in the scope. He pulled up his sleeve, showing white skin and a watch. The watch read 2:17 and was counting down. He had two minutes and seventeen seconds to spare. He couldn’t help but smile, wondering at the progress of the rest of his small unit. He knew his entrance point was one of the more difficult ones, but he also knew that his mission inside the building was nowhere near as difficult as that of the others, his master having the hardest. He watched the numbers count down, keeping an ear out for any noise in the stairwell. When the countdown reached zero it would start over with a thirty minute countdown. If he wasn’t in position in those thirty minutes then the entire operation, both parts of it, could be in jeopardy.
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10-05-2010, 12:02 AM | #13 |
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Master Light (Snake-Eyes?) Can't wait. Who is he referring to about the Who dares Wins motto? Hammer Team? It's nice to see Courage get some love.
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10-05-2010, 02:28 PM | #14 |
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Hammer Team doesn't exist, as such, in this universe. Remember, D.J. Byrne (from Hammer Team) is the National Guardsman introduced at the beginning of the storyline.
Courage will be getting alot of love.
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