[i]Wakhan Corridor, West of Fort Breshna[/i]

Nolan stared through the scope on his Tac50, licking his lips clean of the salt of a few hours in their hide. They'd been watching the road up too Fort Breshna for two days now. Day and night, taking turns getting a kip and then checking the scopes and binocs, relaying information back to the FOB. They'd been watching a particular outpost here for about a day now. Watching it slowly build up. Troops from the Fort up the road and up the mountain slowly filtering in, a single ancient looking T-80 MBT, mounted LMGs and HMGs.

They were fortifying the hell out of the place, like they know that something was coming and they were trying to prepare. There had ben convoys going south and north as well, where they knew there were other outposts. But this particular outpost was the one that the taskforce would encounter head on as they moved in. Nolan sighed and rolls to his left, away from his rifle. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, and reached down with his boot and nudged Andrew, "Hey...think we're either going to need to make a judgement call here, or call back to the General. This outpost is hot." He groaned then reached for the radio.

He switched the frequency to a coded one then began, "Fallen Angel to HQ, message over." He waited a moment or two, then got a response, "HQ to Fallen Angel, send it, over." Nolan looked out over the base, "Holding position at Grid 33101, Enemy base within four hundred meters. Heavy deployment of assets, request advice over." Some time passed when a new voice joined the call, "Fallen Angel, this is Golf Foxtrot Lima, you copy?" Nolan pulled back abit, "Wow the General himself." He cleared his throat, "Golf Foxtrot Lima we copy. Orders? Out?"

General Lawrence on the other end smiled, looking down at his map, "Orders are as follows Fallen Angel, do everything in your power to make a mess of that base. Wait until sundown if you have too. Get in there, set charges, kill and maim if you must, Vangaurd team drops in one day. With Sword Unit to come up behind them past that location. You have green light to do all the damage you can think of. How copy? Over." Nolan grinned brightly, "Gold Foxtrot Lima, Fallen Angel copies. Wilco. Fallen Angel over, and out." Nolan turned off the radio then nodded, "Let's do some damage, 3 hours I'd say to twilight. Gather shit up. Let's make some noise. Don't bring your rifle for now, let's go in CQB." He started to worm around in their hide, gathering up stachel charges and his SMG.

[i]Several hours later[/i]

Nolan and Andrew picked their way across the slightly hilly ground, through scrub and brush making their way towards the base. Nolan on his stomach at the moment, his silenced pistol peeking out through some brush, watching a man who wasn't more then eleven meters away, taking a piss at the very edge of the light from a huge spot light overlooking this section of ground. Nolan wasn't sure if he wanted to take that shot yet, not with the guy on that spot light still looking this direction. He instead decided to wait, letting the man and the light set off. Then began the crawl in closer to the base. He looked for Andrew, waiting for the right moment to start the covert assault. ROE? Set charges on the tank, the two IFVs, spike the mortars and the MGs. Kill or incap anyone that might give them away. There is just too many on sight for it to turn into a fire fight, and all Nolan is wearing is his ghille and a chest rig with a single ceramic plate in it.

He got in close, out of sight of 90% of the base, the other 10% wouldn't be able to see his position directly. Now was the time he just had to wait until Andrew joined him.