[h3][b][i]131400Z Dec 2016 Cygnus Base, near Cardiff, Wales[/i][/b][/h3]
"Gather around ladies. Let's go over the operation one more time before we leave tomorrow morning," Ty spoke to the other three members of his team. He held a laser pointer, used to highlight a spot on a large photograph of their objective area. "This is Halaom Haba. It is nothing more than a floating refugee camp. Our mission is rescue an American Central Intelligence Agency Operative. We will receive a more detailed brief on the flight tomorrow heading to the objective. I want to cover our actions as a team and our contingency operations, roger?" 

The team all responded in unison with a, "Roger!"

"This is our intended Drop Zone," Ty highlighted a flat structure in what appeared to be the industrial heart of Platform Delta. "Our target is located somewhere amongst these buildings here," he highlighted an area less than half a kilometer from their DZ. "We will move along a magnetic azimuth of one hundred degrees to this rally point here. There are several sites along this route we could use as an overwatch point. I want Wolf and Doc to be on overwatch. Myself and Eats will make contact with CQB weapons and search for our objective. Be prepared to adjust your overwatch position, Wolf. If you have to move, Eats and I will go to ground and cover your movement, roger?"

The team all responded in unison with a, "roger!"

"Our mission is not to make contact with the anyone on this platform. Our mission is simply to go in, find this CIA spook and get his ass off this thing. If we make contact, we will pop smoke and break contact. Move back to last known rally point. Then we'll move in an alternate direction and try again. We don't leave the platform without the spook, roger?"

The team all responded in unison with a, "roger!"

"When we get to the AO where the spook is located, we may have to establish contact and fight our way in. If that happens, we'll keep it tight and use whatever cover is available to our advantage. Once we have the package, we'll identify ourselves and alert higher that it is time for extraction. Our extraction route will be a hip shoot; meaning be prepared for whatever means of transportation is available to us. Keep an eye out for water vehicles and aircraft while on the deck. We may need to make hasty use of whatever is available, roger?"

The team all responded in unison with a, "roger!"

"If someone gets hurt, doc will render first aid and we'll keep moving. We cannot afford anyone with an incapacitating injury. Pray for ambulatory at the worst. If that happens, we'll make a hasty stretcher out of a poncho or just use a fireman's carry."

"Take at least a Basic Load for your weapons. We'll have a ranged team, Wolf and Doc and a near team, Eats and myself. Watch your buddy and teams, keep an eye on the other team. If we do this right, we'll get out of this OK."

"If for some reason, we miss our Drop Zone, establish a perimeter around me and I'll attempt to get a bearing on our position. I'll have to refigure a new route to the objective. Be prepared for anything to go wrong. Murphy is in full effect. I will issue a new route to the objective once it is available. Do not forget! Avoid detection when traveling along the route. Chain of command will be, me, Wolf, Eats and Doc. If you are the last man standing, get to the CIA spook and radio higher for extraction, roger?"

The team all responded in unison with a, "roger!"

"During this operation, we will use our standard prowords assigned as follows: Eats is known as [b]READY[/b], Wolf with the team's AR is known as [b]FIRE[/b], Doc will be known as [b]ASSIST[/b] and I am [b]TEAM[/i]." Ty adjusted his posture slightly indicating he was finished. "Alright, let's get outside and rehearse the break contact battle drill." Ty lead the team of elite operatives out the doors to begin rehearsals.


[h3][b][i]141832Z DEC 16 Platform Delta, Halaom Haba, Eastern Mediterranean Sea[/i][/b][/h3]
"Get down!" Ty spoke to the rest of the team indicating they should all assume a prone position. Through the  team's communications he whispered, "there is an APC approximately 300 meters to the east and moving towards us. They should not be able to see us on top of this structure. We are at least twenty meters in the air." With those words uttered, the heavens opened up and dropped a deluge of rain upon the entirety of Halaom Haba. The rain squall pelted everything with the intensity of a Southern Louisiana rainstorm. There was no hiding from getting wet. The rain drops were fatter than the spaces of air between them it was so heavy.

'Well at least they won't hear us,' he thought.  'Probably can't see us either.' It was after the rain started Ty remembered to respond to Miller, "Khan, this is Greyhound. I read you loud and clear, over."

The violent winds, playing havoc on the team's descent sent them about ten kilometers off their mark. Instead of landing in the northwestern corner of Platform DELTA, they dropped on a building just southeast of the center of the platform. "Fuck! we really missed our DZ, guys. Give me a perimeter. I need to check our bearing." Ty looked around and checked his map, which was protected by a plastic laminate. He still used paper maps knowing that not all electronics fail in wet conditions. One can never plan for rain. After checking the map and looking at the surrounding area several times, he found their current location.

"OK guys. We need to head north, about three hundred thirty degrees for about two clicks. There is a major medical facility in the center of the structure. It should be on our left. Avoid that and yes, avoid the HH soldiers we may bump into." Rain began dripping down the back of his neck. Ty shook a little and continued. "When we get to a point about a half a click northeast of the hospital, we'll turn to the left and move along two hundred eighty five degrees for about eight kilometers. We will stay together, unless the situation dictates otherwise. No overwatch during movement. Break contact if someone attempts to interfere with us. I have four smoke grenades. Use your frags if you have them. Eats, look for a way off this thing and get us started in that direction," Ty used a bladed hand to direct Eats, the team's point man in a northerly direction. "Let's go!" Ty stood up, hunched over and followed Eats.